He watches A silhouette in the night A faceless shadow standing At the foot of her bed He stares at her sleeping.  The rise and fall of her breathing  Hypnotizes the Sandman    even in the darkness He sees her clearly His beloved nightingale Her exotic lines speaks to him    feminine curves excites   Causes his phantom urges to ignite He longs to touch her His delicate flower To taste her moist lips bath in the warmth of her arms and  be baptize in the feeling of her soft wetness He stares

It can be beautiful and fabulous Ugly and tragic trying to keep the walls From falling down When you feel sad, alone and lonely You think love is only meant for some  I ’m be that rock you can cry on The one that keeps the walls  at bay   It’s okay if you want to play Asking strangers to your bed I’ll be there, your conscious in sin When the world comes crashing down When the alcohol runs out And drugs can no longer   dull the pain I’ll be there to bring it home The one that keeps the secrets

NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. NaPoWriMo, founded in 2003, when poet Maureen Thorson decided to take up the challenge. She modeled this  after NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. Ms. Thorson has challenged other  poets, like herself,  to join in on the fun. And since it exists, the participants in NaPoWriMo  have grown every year, and many writers’ organizations, local, n

Slowly creeping through this world   unaware, changeless  To my surroundings Structurally dissimilar from you   Naïve In my wandering Not yet an adult I feed on plants You, a carnivore A caterpillar   Cradled in your warmth  Nourished with your love, I became a sessile, affixed to your Sensual base Kept Partaking only of you Your sex, my food  Supplying an appetite You matured, perverted Castoff Detached me  Released me Made me your fool When you left me  I started spinning A Pupa Inactive

  Take it out on me What this world tried to steal of your manhood Take it out on my lips The pain of words often misunderstood Take it out on my neck with harsh kisses That sense of choking from life's debt Take it out on my breast with strong hands That feeling of loss when your dreams fell apart Take it out on my ass, spread wide For all the shit the world made you pay for Take it out in my garden, open freely For what this world has closed off to you Take it all out on me Release

Tracy Slinter: Poetry & Voice Álvaro Quijano: Music Álbum: 5 Elements Recorded, Mixed, Mastered and Produced by Álvaro Quijano in Tramontantra Studios, Mallorca 2013.

Tracy Slinter: Poetry & Voice Álvaro Quijano: Music Álbum: 5 Elements Recorded, Mixed, Mastered and Produced by Álvaro Quijano in Tramontantra Studios, Mallorca 2013.

Tracy Slinter: Poetry & Voice Álvaro Quijano: Music Álbum: 5 Elements Recorded, Mixed, Mastered and Produced by Álvaro Quijano in Tramontantra Studios, Mallorca 2013.

Tracy Slinter: Poetry & Voice Álvaro Quijano: Music Álbum: 5 Elements Recorded, Mixed, Mastered and Produced by Álvaro Quijano in Tramontantra Studios, Mallorca 2013.

Tracy Slinter: Poetry & Voice Álvaro Quijano: Music Álbum: 5 Elements Recorded, Mixed, Mastered and Produced by Álvaro Quijano in Tramontantra Studios, Mallorca 2013.

This my last song and is a Ballad , It isn´t a perfect song but I spent a lot of time to recording it, and my tools to record song are very bad... So I hope you enjoy with this song and thanks for check it!! Esta es mi última canción , es una balada que hice y decidí subirla...No es una canción perfecta , y hay fallos y me costó mucho hacerla con mi material que es verdaderamente malo.. Gracias (All rights reserved to Don´t K.N.O.W / Daniel Camacho Martínez

Lourdes de Rioja, intérprete en sitios como la Comisión Europea, el Parlamento Europeo o el Tribunal Europeo de Justicia, y autora del videoblog “A word in your ear“, se vino a Madrid a entrevistarme con respecto a la visión de la diversidad lingüística y la red. Publicó el vídeo ayer con el título “Enrique Dans, [...]

Starfire is a collection of 11 love poems. It is an album affirming the beautiful spirit of loving within each of us. The pieces are intertextual and are composed of layered readings, of multiplicities, a poetry that is approached as a music in itself. I wrote, recorded, arranged and produced all of the poems in all of the tracks. The background music in each of the tracks is Creative Commons licensed and I have written permission by each musician for the use of their work in this album.

Canción(Demo):música en formato mp3 y letra en word.Obra original compuesta e interpretada por Juan Salas. Música y letra: Juan Salas.

Pitching with grenade: Makes baseball interesting. Note: This short piece was written for Six Word Saturday. Click the image below to visit their blog: For more information about pitching hand grenades, click here. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor Obscura Writes, 2011-2012. All Rights Reserved. All works, writing, images, [...]

Image courtesy of Elly Huizinga from ellyhuizinga: Personal weblog! Thank you so much for letting me use your photo, Elly, I really appreciate it. Please go check out her blog if you have the time, it is certainly well worth a look around. ______________________________________________________________________ “One man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter.” -Gerald Seymour, Harry’s Game (1975) ______________________________________________________________________ Knelt [...]

Poesía UZI es absurdo. Es humor. Pero humor que no cae en saco roto. Humor utilizado para hacer que dejes el velo de la crítica a un lado. Te confíes. Y ZAS! La bala poética te hace reflexionar sin previo aviso. Pasas de una sonrisa a una cara de concentración. ‘¡Qué cabrón!’. Mascullas. Así es UZI. Una carta bomba directa al pensamiento, a las rutinas más asentadas en plena era de la información/desinformación/contrainformación, a la libertad de ser gregario tecnológico. Poesía UZI va de la A a la Z. Cada poema es una letra. Cada letra es una ventana desde la que mirar alguno de los absurdos que nos gobiernan en esta época de contradicciones, de contracciones mentales. De tramas paralelas y paralepípedos dialécticos. El público elije qué letra leo. Mi cuerpo se contornea intentando emular esa letra. En mayúscula. Sin vergüenza. El absurdo es el absurdo.