madness

 

 Madness is the
irrevocable

like the powerful sun

shining waste

over 40 blocks of metal
 
 
 

 

strings that form a braid

braids stitch  on us

thirsty loneliness

a mile machines

cannot reach

 

find me a gulp

of eternity, an inch

of Godhead

I’ll stop the soft drugs

coffee, sugar, TV

if you promise twenty

forty years ahead

I will encounter timelessness 

 

madness is the irrevocable

     a table

with all the books of genius

and a noose
 
 
 

 

to sleep!

where my wakeful hallucination

finds its soul mate: dreams

 

madness the

  irrevocable

two hours before two

      more hours

 

 I shit and eat
and fathom the origins
    of the universe
tears come because I am
    trapped between
centuries
       amongst idiots
 reaping nothingness
 

I cry because

madness consumed

all intelligence and determination –

the endless parade of perception

       of one day

exchanged for 24 hours

60 minutes

seconds of oblivion

 

and eternity

that never kills but

transforms

 

madness is the

   irrevocable

a hopeless trap

within the miracle

         of existence

 

Nihilistic Poetry

 

absoluta lejanía

El sol

potente

claro color

cambia hoy

a sombra

sol de noche

sal en el aire

cuando me acercaba

acariciaba otro ser

otro humano

como yo

pero, no

cielos oscuros

cambia hoy

piel en roca

vista en sombra

evento solitario

                                               absoluta lejanía

total absorción.

aumentan los violetas y los rojizos


Corre destrucción 

antes de que sea muy tarde 

techados están los temores 

y los vientos huelen a melancolía 

llega el fin de una era 

el fin de todas 

ajústate el cinturón 

vacía los sueños 

corre a la punta 

al final de una trayectoria confusa 

moviliza las legiones de verbos 

como el catastrófico hábito de planear – 

las burbujas del vino 

las burbujas de la existencia 

se estallan… se fugan 

tensiones se van disminuyendo 

el agua de un mar sin nombre 

envenenando el continente desconocido 

corre, destrucción 

despliega todas tus flotas 

arranca el motor del sinsentido 

aumentan los violetas y los rojizos 

anochece paz, ahóguese la multitud 

la lengua está fría 

la voz no tiene dirección. Ven, 

destrucción, 

es hora.

thus we die

Grow because

death is a plant

these errors are twigs

more regrets

furthering rooting

if it is too late

wreck beyond repair

souls, human or other

desire demise

no help

is available for them

for us?

we wait it out

thus we die in resignation

thus we die.

Nihilistic Poetry

Once written on 8.13.09 

A night becomes clouded
as we sometimes say
‘things happen’
abstractly, indifferently
that it is suddenly August
2009
a veil of intellectualism
is lifted
a human face looks up
mine, yours, whatever
there are clouds, ideas, philosophies
up there
we look down, you, me, whatever
barren reality
wooden window frames
dusty desks, unsharpened pencils
feeble light, organic darkness
you see the dark
it doesn’t have a name
then there is real silence
scattered coins
uncharged cell phones
a sleeping wife
that it hits you, me, what you will
it is August 13th
2009
what a feeling.

Nihilistic Poetry

My friend

it goes beyond saying

lonely friend

you and I are strangers

afraid of each other

we may frown

as if we were advancing

with some sort of serious purpose

we may drag along, with tattoos and beer

as if we were sure of our cause

I comb my hair to look decent to you

you smile when we say goodbye to be proper

still we move in circles… wide empty circles

the wine soothes

our sleep pardons

suddenly you awake from elliptical wanderings

you are at a park interrupting your routine

brutally condemning our ongoing lies

the denial of loneliness and panic

can we stand another day of hypocrisy?

No, no, let’s not make questions

there are no real reasons

a chaos we organize in years

an avalanche we interpret as experience

though words may be wide as universes

my lonely estranged friend

we are bereft of all true meaning.

Nihilistic Poetry

Repetición y el caos

caer en una dulce ironía

contento de sufrir

eufórico de esta constante monotonía

— es este el discurso del contemporáneo —

es una notable hazaña

crear una civilización de hambre

hambruna por la belleza

inanición y agotamiento

carentes de la gota sagrada

¿cómo la llaman? – pasión

arrasamos los árboles y la sorpresa

escribimos ciencias, escondidas melancolías

porque hace un tiempo el universo era

muralla

intransitable piedra;

pero qué estoy hablando

no es oportuno tener que repetir

todos los días, las mismas cosas

encallecer los ojos y ver solo objetos

relaciones, tal vez coincidencias

mira hijito,

somos es último escalón de la evolución;

pero hombrecito, dice la desnuda verdad

estamos al fondo de un precipicio

dulce ceguera, quién quería admitirlo.

Barely Abstract — Acrylic on Canvas

One more. Paint is thick and with deep furrows, not really appreciated here in this pic.

Barely Abstract, because who could really tell?

As usual I invite Art aficionados to visit my Famous Modern Art  page.