Where I Live and What I Live For

Where I live Poetry

I kept
the elements tightly
together
coated by the universe
of my skin,
in there I live too
throwing in the fire
the logs of life,
waiting for the blaze
to engulf all nature
and allow me a glimpse
of some bliss
at the other end
of
living.

 

 

 

nihilistic poetry

anatomía del alma

Dónde está el alma
es el movimiento fugaz de una hoja
es la idea enterrada bajo el sonido de la muerte
será la cordillera que descansa bajo la nube intocable
será el alma una acumulación de sueños
en la órbita más cercana al corazón,
un goteo
sumando en creciente dimensión
sumergiendo pacientemente
las partículas de tiempo
que se revuelcan
en mi soledad.

 

 

Poemas 2011

finality

Finality Poetry

 finality
run by a strength
gathering in every bouquet of fire
that my lungs take in
in the crushed earth of my heart
with the noisy smoke of the blood
running stronger still
digesting the night as the sweetest charcoal
drunk with fire, hot demise
swimming in the lurid steam of desire
making love under the encroaching moon of suffering
the hand sloughing the disease of touch
the temptation to feel,
my goodness,
the strength that has gathered
spewing boulders as wild bullets of despair
impossible to even begin telling
about the layers and the failed anchors,
such force
is a miracle of the body
an outcome of the rocks and veins
a mistake of the mind;

finally
nothing can be revoked

 

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sin título

crazy poet

sabes
cuando andas solo
se escucha algo en el cielo
un murmullo
algo de movimiento y poco de humanidad
es algo de solo
de un trueno que amenaza
con ese rayo que se acerca
una voz ronca
la espera desesperanzada
escuchando
el sonido, la voz o la máquina
que cruza el hemisferio del aire,
sentado,
haciendo ideas
algo de la novela
esa obra
que explicará mi vida
y la romperá
como relámpago
entre nubes.

 

 

 

historical origins

History Poetry

it was history
excoriating those
words
their skin of wood and soft metal
it is war
that has arrested the direction
of the winds
it began when red mouths
served as riverbed
to a stone law
it was in a dark month
that a saint
stretched the shadow of the spirit
it is your strange voice
that coils an audible mystery
round all the things
that are yet to come.
 

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killing the air

Photography Poetry

I have tread many countries
but the distances that
have furrowed
my brow
have been traveled
along the course of a spiral
leading my wandering thought

I am intent on killing the air
merely by breathing in it
rending asunder
the many horizons
that lead us back
to this
moment

I have placed an ear
on the gravid belly of sadness
a heartbeat of melancholy
has spawned in me
eyes

a finger has severed
the surface of the water
the cold ripple
is my only
faith

I cracked open my skull
slid my hand
in its cup
by the raw emptiness
of this touch

I was delivered

 

 

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la mentira de la verdad

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alboroto esta melancolía de nubes
olfatos inertes, noches virulentas
de preguntas y el taciturno silencio
que siempre las acompaña,
al reconocer
todos los hechos y eventos
que nunca podré
corroborar,
miro unas cuantas palabras en la página,
libro de historia,
cuentos de hadas,
una anécdota recontada
un dogma y una metáfora,
de repente me vuelvo,
veo atrás
el gran carril del ímpetu
que me trajo hasta aquí;
era yo ola en la marinería incesante
de vida y tierra,
una más
capaz de creer en lo improbable,
deseoso de romperse sin mucho bullicio,
en la costa perenne
del olvido. 
 

 

 

Poesia Moderna

a stroll

Contemporary Poetry
.
I walked alone b/c
the streets were attempting
to be white
I’m all sorts of blues
so what a contrast that was,
when I found the open boulevard
imitating a mouth or lights
exactly like my sparkling daze-hood,
the shadows were falling everywhere
like broken pieces of love,
I could hear cars, reminding me
that I’m nothing but a drive;
I was hoping for a journey but found
myself crushing little roads of silence
blinking sadly,
remonstrating:
am i the only poet out here
tonight?

 

 

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