I
Enter me
and choke me with my sins
as they became mine
and they don't get in my way.
II
A sorrow for a lullaby
some anguish for a poem
my excuses for falling
into my particular kind of hell.
III
Never looked at the shine
never got time for that
and old habits die hard
no alibi to releave me now.
IV
Vengeance my old motto
jealousy my friend
shadows my embrace
destiny my pain.
V
Kiss me my ghost
get me drunk on your breath
I'll have no coments for you
and certainly no regrets.
martes, 29 de junio de 2010
viernes, 11 de junio de 2010
Apology ... to J.
As black as only a dream can be
tripping down a valley of oblivion
flesh that wanders in silence
exploring the depths
of a horrifying place
called home
waiting for a certain rain
to stop
and blood holds its breath
desperate for any kind
of beginning
following a path of old whispers
that never shine
a heart may say “I’m sorry”
but how is that the end?
as usual
an apology
is not enough.
tripping down a valley of oblivion
flesh that wanders in silence
exploring the depths
of a horrifying place
called home
waiting for a certain rain
to stop
and blood holds its breath
desperate for any kind
of beginning
following a path of old whispers
that never shine
a heart may say “I’m sorry”
but how is that the end?
as usual
an apology
is not enough.
martes, 8 de junio de 2010
In agony I tell you my dear friend ... goodbye.
No, it is not the end of my world
it is just death to my hope
drowned in the hands
of what used to be a friend
a prison for dreams
that never got to be born
just a growing distance
that came unannounced, uninvited
and wrote “the end”
in the last page of this bitter-sweet story
I’ll miss you my friend
and I’ll mourn your absence in my poems
where our love will be evergreen
I’ll sing about the sorrow of leaving you
but I’ll smile when you see me
I’ll say goodbye with a lump on my throat
and keep you within me.
it is just death to my hope
drowned in the hands
of what used to be a friend
a prison for dreams
that never got to be born
just a growing distance
that came unannounced, uninvited
and wrote “the end”
in the last page of this bitter-sweet story
I’ll miss you my friend
and I’ll mourn your absence in my poems
where our love will be evergreen
I’ll sing about the sorrow of leaving you
but I’ll smile when you see me
I’ll say goodbye with a lump on my throat
and keep you within me.
lunes, 7 de junio de 2010
Birth and death of illusion.
On a field mined with the deceiving
she sighs a whispery cry
the birth of unwanted hope
that shall live during the dark
waiting to be found
to be melted, to be caught.
And in the ecstasy of desire
awaken she will be
a touch, one look
will release her from her pain.
Walking within a dream
she will sing of her long gone despair
carried in the arms of the wind
she will speak of her lust, her claim.
And at night, a coal with no shine
she will tremble with memories
awaiting the axe that will fall on her light
and death will embrace her
one last time.
she sighs a whispery cry
the birth of unwanted hope
that shall live during the dark
waiting to be found
to be melted, to be caught.
And in the ecstasy of desire
awaken she will be
a touch, one look
will release her from her pain.
Walking within a dream
she will sing of her long gone despair
carried in the arms of the wind
she will speak of her lust, her claim.
And at night, a coal with no shine
she will tremble with memories
awaiting the axe that will fall on her light
and death will embrace her
one last time.
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