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UNA LIMOSNA POR EL AMOR DE DIOS (An Alms for the love of God)

THEN while winds rush through my window
the white curtains fly as doves
, these tears draw across my eyes
like fire; how i ache for touch,
a word, the kiss monumental as Everest
what secrets between shadow and soul
How as once a child I wept for a plant
that never flowered but hidden within this heart
my flower carries your love darkly within
my body –> moist as the aroma of the Earth.
How, to love you, without knowing how, or
when, from here? There? No worry, no problem
or pride.

I do not know how to love otherwise.
As soul I am not nor are you,
that if and when your hand upon my heart
is mine, that your eyes shut close
within my dream as mine.

: 04.02.2024 ::

UNA LIMOSNA POR EL AMOR DE DIOS

ENTONCES, cuando los vientos entran por mi ventana
las cortinas blancas vuelan como palomas
Estas lágrimas cruzan mis ojos
Como el fuego; como me duele el tacto,
Una palabra, el beso monumental como el Everest.
¿Qué secretos entre la sombra y el alma?
Cuando era niño una vez lloré por una planta.
que nunca floreció pero se escondió dentro de este corazón
Mi flor lleva tu amor oscuramente dentro
mi cuerpo –> húmedo como el aroma de la tierra.
Cómo, amarte, sin saber cómo, o
¿cuándo, desde aquí? ¿Allá? No te preocupes, no hay problema
u orgullo.

No sé amar de otra manera.
Como alma no soy ni tú,
¿Y si y cuando tu mano en mi corazón?
Es mío, tus ojos se cierran
dentro de mi sueño como mío.


LA CATEDRAL iii

In twilight’s tender grasp, where shadows twirl,
A cathedral of dreams, in whispers unfurl.
Its stones sing with silver and gold’s gleam,
A harmony divine, like a poet’s dream.

La Catedral, a symphony in stone,
Where passion’s echoes in soft whispers are sown.
With each note, a solace, a comforting balm,
In its embrace, our hearts find their calm.

Through ancient corridors, love’s tale weaves,
Guitar strings dance, as each heart believes.
Emotions vast, untamed, set free,
In this hallowed place, where souls meet in glee.

La Catedral, a sanctuary of sound,
Where deepest yearnings of the soul are found.
With each chord struck, a closeness we feel,
To its rhythm, where dreams gently steal.

In silence, beneath the starry night’s glow,
We pour our souls in melodies that flow.
Within La Catedral, where dreams alight,
In every refrain, love takes its flight.

A beacon in darkness, guiding our way,
La Catedral, where memories sway.
With each gentle pluck, a story told,
In its halls, where love’s mark takes hold.

So let us linger in this sacred space,
Where time and music tenderly embrace.
In La Catedral, our spirits soar high,
In the symphony of night, forever nigh.

:: 04.02.2024 ::


Lost Love

Lost, oh love lost
but someday
I will be there

Now, oh now love
within a sunrise
I am here now

bathed golden hues
embraced within dawn’s
gentle grace
where every heartbeat
finds solace
and every sigh
whispers our tale

In the silent symphony
of morning
our souls entwine,
boundless and free
here, where time stands still
love blooms eternally

Through a labyrinth
of moments past
we’ve journeyed,
hand in hand
and now, the break of day
love reigns, steadfast and grand

So fear not shadows of yesteryears
for in this dawn’s embrace
our love finds its home
and in each other, we find our place

:: 04.02.2024 ::


Buried Alive

The light wraps you up tight
in a fiery glow,
Lost in thought, standing there,
Against the backdrop of twilight’s glow,
Spinning around you a flair.

For days without sun

Can’t find the words, my friend,
Alone in this dead-of-night scene,
Filled with burning thoughts that never end,
Inheritor of a day that’s been.

Buried six feet deep

A branch drops fruit, kissed by sun’s ray,
On your dark clothes it softly lands,
From deep within, darkness finds its way,
Emerging from where your soul expands.

You weep for breath

And the hidden parts of you, they arise,
A new crowd born from within,
Feeding on the sorrow, under azure skies,
A world full of life, yet tinged with chagrin.

Remembering sunlight smiles

Oh, you’re grand and fertile, bound by fate’s decree,
To the circle that swings ‘twixt black and gold,
Rise up, take charge, create what’s to be,
A world so vibrant, but destined to grow old.

Fingers raw scratching the lid

In its vibrance, there’s a touch of sadness,
Yet it pulses with the beat of life,
To be enslaved by such a madness,
Is to dance on the edge of joy and strife.

Then we die.

:: 03.31.2024 ::


Beautiful is Love’s Voice!

We waltz with despair, slumber with fear,
Our weary frames burdened, hearts encased
in shards of glass, struggling to prevent
their fracturing,

Failing to halt their crumbling,
As sorrow mounts into towering peaks,
Too steep for our souls to ascend.
Our minds, laden with fretful thoughts,
Bound to a sinking stone,
Entombed beneath the weight of snowy crests.

“As love blossoms into gardens of delight,
Inviting our souls to dance upon its petals.
Our minds, uplifted by the melody of passion,
Bound to the eternal flame,
Ignited beneath the canopy of starlit skies!”

:: 03.30.2024 ::


History Within A Simple Poem

Black A, white E, red I, green U,
blue O – whoa, vowels divine,
I’ll unravel your silent screams,
oh cosmic sign.

A, inked in darkness, swarmed
by psychedelic flies,
Tripping and buzzing through
twisted truths’ lies;

Pits of abyss; E, truth in sandy swirls,
Towering ice shards, monarchs of pearl’s pearls,
I, spit crimson, laughter erupting in wild hues,
In delirious denial, or rage’s kaleidoscopic views;

U, celestial dance of emerald seas,
Peace in pastures, where neon creatures tease,
Inscribed on foreheads, by hallucinations grand;

O, the supreme Trumpet, blasting cosmic beats,
Silences in angelic echoes and astral feats:
O… Omega… the psychedelic light that greets!

:: 03.30.2024 ::

Note:

This poem, “History Within a Simple Poem,” delves into the symbolism and significance of vowels, using them as a metaphorical tool to explore various themes and concepts. Here’s an analysis of the poem.

In short, this poem is a richly symbolic and thought-provoking exploration of existence, consciousness, and the search for meaning within the cosmic order, using the metaphor of vowels to unravel profound truths and mysteries.


THE VOICES OF LONG DEAD WISE MEN

WHEN in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary
for one people to dissolve the political bands which have
connected them with another, and to assume among the powers
of the earth, the separate and equal station to which
the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle
them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires
that they should declare the causes which impel
them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all
men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator
with certain unalienable. Rights, that among these are Life,
Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these
rights, Governments are instituted among Men,
deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,
—That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive
of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it,
and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such
principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most
likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments
long established should not be changed for light
and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind
are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than
to right themselves by abolishing the forms to
which they are accustomed. But when a long
train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce
them under absolute Despotism, it is their right,
it is their duty, to throw off such Government,
and to provide new Guards for their future security.—Such has been the patient sufferance of
these Colonies; and such is now the necessity
which constrains them to alter their former
Systems of Government. The history of the
present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute
Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let
Facts be submitted to a candid world.
He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most
wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of
immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should
be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless
those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature,
a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
He has called together legislative bodies at
places unusual, uncomfortable, and distance

:: 03.30.2024 ::


Mistral Blows Pain Away

Upon the stagnant sea, I stood sentinel,
My vessel inert, awaiting destiny’s nudge.

Atop that mirror of heaven, I reclined,
Restless, a sailor longing.

I shut my lids, invoking
Incantations for the gentle breath

That animates the briny deep,
To swell my sails.

Whispers in the waves obscure the glass,
Awakening me, like a lover’s murmur.

It enveloped me, whispering sweetly,
Roll over, roll over, roll over.

And in my ear, it murmured its name,
A strange melody, yet clear as day:

Mistral, mistral wind.

Though I’ve long gripped the helm, I surrender
To the wind’s pilfering of my dominion,

Spinning me, losing my bearing,
Nights fleeting like fleeting thoughts.

Yet it guides me,
To towering summits,

Too grand to be real.
Mistral, mistral wind.

Each hour spent in vigil,
I await that breeze to stir me,

And transport me back to that realm,
Magic coursing through my veins.

And I sigh your name,
Across the boundless expanse.

You’ve turned me into a mad dreamer,
Mistral, mistral, mistral, mistral,
Mistral, mistral.

:: 03.30.2024 ::


Lovely Animals

Whiskers twitching
soft paws padding
through moonlit night,
the cat prowls,
silent sentinel
of the shadowed garden.

Beneath the canopy
of emerald leaves,
a symphony of chirps
and rustling whispers
fills the air,
as creatures big and small
find solace
in the tranquil embrace
of the forest’s heart.

Butterflies dance
in a kaleidoscope of hues,
their delicate wings
brushing against
the fragrant blossoms
of wildflowers.

And high above,
against a canvas of sky,
majestic wings
spanning wide,
the eagle soars,
a regal master
of the boundless expanse
of heaven’s domain.

Oh, to be
amongst creatures
of this wondrous earth,
to share in their secrets
and stories untold,
to revel
in the beauty
of their untamed souls!

:: 03.25.2024 ::


Only For Once

Once you see the ocean, there’s no other body of water that can compare
Once you see the clouds of mount Wu, no other clouds can compare
Once you feel the soft caress of a gentle breeze,
No other wind can bring such ease.
Once you taste the sweetness of ripe sun-kissed fruit,
No other flavors can ever measure.

Once you hear the symphony of nature’s song,
No other melody can right the wrong.

Once you touch the petals of a blooming flower,
No other texture can hold such power.

Once you witness the dance of fireflies at night,
No other sight can capture such delight.

Once you embrace the warmth of a loved one’s embrace,
No other love can fill that space.

For in the beauty of each unique affair,
We find the essence of what makes life rare.

:: 03.25.2024 ::