On one of these laps of the fishing boats with their red sails that scour the island of the insane we look up.
The woman who was staring from the harbour is back there, in a sea of people.
We read about the great gap between the people and the colonialists.
The press that did not come here that shows pictures of half-naked women with white clothes and black teeth.
The madness of the man on the second floor is beyond the penetration of the purple arrow.
We read the messages of the leftist and the feminist struggle in Portuguese and Spanish and we do not know what it means.
The man who raises up the voice of union does not know the relatives who listen to the voices of the streets and of the flowers and of the trees the voice of the ascetic saying that does not stress the ear.
I clearly knew beyond this stormy weather within my head. I am the poet writing this prose.
The sailor sailing blindly — flying!
:: 07.02.2022 ::
As the wave erupts and floods you in your sleep.
Imperceptibly you slide towards the madness of dreams.
You feel the sticky dampness of a nightmare.
Your dilated eyes as magnet tar pit traps drowning in white ocean.
The wave of sleep reaches up to hug you gently,
holding your limbs. Taut, anchored to the bed.
your brain without moorings off your paralyzed tongue ~~
the waves finally drowning you in the coolness of dreams
beyond all fathoms.
:: 06.19.2022 ::
Ocean waves speak to me after a long travel
submersed fish kissing me when you’re hungry
Atlantic clouds rain ships have set a course
toward my shores and your thoughtless words
have broken my bow breaking my heart
A hidden philosophy freezing my soul out in this Ocean
and these games are tearing me apart / coast guard
brave team who try to save this soul ~~ but the ocean
knows our sails and ropes
So to pray is to nature or God or to another One
but when it comes who will save your Soul.
:: 06.09.2022 ::
Dipping in my pool i found myself in an ocean my feet wet my mind fine sang a song, oh whoo woo!
While floating with stomach sunside saw a seagull, it landed on my belly button said, “who are you?”
I said, “a human island in the emerald waters.”
We laughed then shared stories of wings and human legs; we collapsed crying tears both salty like the ocean.
Two scholars of water dreaming.
i was dreaming i was swimming offshore cape cod and thought where am i? these waters are swimming.
Happy feet, spirits, and fins spongebob and patrick too how mister krabs only loves money at bikini bottom.
But my heart is red and my face is smiling 🙂
:: 05.29.2022 ::
IF you cannot sleep you have to swim
across that Ocean of dreams
smoke and trip upon wet seaweed
taking your loved one to town
the seashell sings
but our human throats are too dry
but we can cry
we cannot sleep but a strange
feeling up from the depths of
the seas see — we can surely die
remind me of the throw down inside
the bone cave of all minds.
a beautiful ship should come soon;
sadsadsadsadsad so finally i lost
it so completely bleeding upon the
white sheets of my sails.
:: 10.07.2020 ::
i took a walk along
the pyre of my burning life
watched how you smiled
behind those tears of sorrow
and the bridge to hades
narrow but straight
saw the crow above a black star
it dropped-dove across my path
then ate my heart
i’m not much too sad
but just a bit happy
i’m not much too glad
loving was just a fad
like the crow eating my soul
and the dirty breeze cuts
through me, twitches the
soul hanging on the line
of sparkling clean sheets
it’s the consummation
of a hateful nation
the little crustacean
to find marriage; the sure
cure for chronic masturbation.
:: 12172015 ::
I’m sitting pondering
bits and pieces
of my own beating heart by the shore
i texted the coast guard watching
the porpoise flipping across waves
in cerulean memories of when i
said ‘i meant to honor you even
if i loose everything in the
ocean of my life’
I watched how the shores took a bit
of you so i send my love to you
you are the sunlight of my life
every night giving all my love to you
and seashells singing of you
the warmest blood of all is so fanthoms deep
so i honor you with the seas of my heart
:: 10282015 ::
The waves are misty clapping
seas, lovvv–i—,ng some——
thing inside a roar |beating heart/
| Gogh once painted it
but decided on fields with
flowers and twirl-swirling
enough to make me cry
:: 07-19-2015 ::
IS then, that love
by gorgeous heart
begin when furnace
burns as stars
if then, that smile
by largest mouth
turns the tide of
all seaside towns
(their homes lit
to reflect light
upon the undulating
wishes of some Soul)
waves! Sound is salty
within my mouth dear;
but a tongue speaks
and jelly-fish are
hard upon the shores
speaking of how they
once danced in liquid
–love? Yes my dear
yours are soft and
still swimming upon
this embrace between
beating hearts! The
ocean sings tonight!
:: 07-18-2015 ::
i was seized by flame!
seized by whim!
hard to explain
when i died
upon the whim of a moaning
–YOU! cigarettes and
i was mesmerized
and say to you we take
the silver tongue to
the pier at the edge
of this lustful ocean
:ME: Oh, so fun, so
sun, so umbrella and i
like how my skin looks
and my feet too
and when you’re done
i love myself
within your drowning
caresses ~~ i swim the SEA
:: 07-09-2015 ::