Poemas

Poemas

Poemas

Poetry - General

poetry

You call me and I come You swallow My words Wholly Not missing a drop Of the tears Falling Yours or mine or ours Falling free Regrettably Falling free Eternally Falling free Finally

It’s half past nine and We’ve had bottles of wine Not late at night but I’m dancing with Delight She smiles at me I’m hanging from a tree The gingerbread man Is nudging at me So sudden the thought Of balance is fought No reason for that I am flat my back It’s half past nine and I’m not awake I’m dancing with Delight and She’s laughing at me

The wallpaper was too busy, yellow with white and brown stripes, not suitable for a child, leaving scars like hitting the head on a radiator repeatedly, only more subtle, and less blood. These days collar bones turns me on, and shoulders, and hip bones if not too hidden in fat, and attached to a woman of my fancy, covered somewhat. They need to please my eye, more than my mind and heart, the radiator is to blame, me thinks, as a striped wallpaper never would do any permanent harm…

You will have no way of knowing, without scratching the surface. Nothing can be seen, no one can be heard, until the ice is broken. Do you trust them? I don’t, never will. They say the truth is closer than you know, you just have to scratch the surface, and it will all be revealed. Bollocks.

Freedom, a concept and a dream, filling and fulfilling the void, yet caught in the vortex of life, spinning endlessly and always falling short, like a leaf in the autumn breeze, drifting, seen but never heard, in peace and yet disturbed always searching, never finding, the elusive dream, repeating nightly,

I did not choose to live when  time was of essence for all to see and feel and I stopped living but time continued with my breaks on full it carried on relentlessly and I had stopped thinking I would be  young forever with choices ad infinitum and no worries or sorrows past present or tomorrow I had stopped  living but the clock was still ticking

At the Grand Central you’ll meet The Maker and he’ll be driving a cab taking you further than you’ve ever been, deeper than you’d ever go, but are you still fulfilling your dream?

Mon coeur roucoule sous le regard de ma mésange, et me pétales s'ouvrent d'émotion; ne vois-tu pas comme je tremble? N'entends-tu pas les gargouillements du ruisseau ? Le berger égraine sa flûte assis en califourchon et tombe épuisé sur mon ventre comblé.

Formulo palabras leves que no hieren el cielo, y con sus formas vaporosas sostengo la luz entre mis manos, vivo y respiro en sus espacios, en cada pulso que me mueve; en todo lo que siento como ser integro y libre en el universo.

I walk to the waters eyes shut, and you speak to me through my sandy lips and I hold you in my chest keeping all your secrets in.

Hoy es otro dia, un dia cualquiera para seguir mi camino; cada momento vale y lo vivo contigo, no dejo nada que puedo resolver ahora sin resolver.