Sunday, 15 August 2010
Nazarene
Its with heavy heart, we search for thee
Why so, we never found
beseech you in despair’s midst
When all else left
But faith in your light
For this is our nakedness
Our lonely awe
From all the shame stored
In the memory of our acts
So while breath persists
Our life in this shadow will consist
Of kneeling, with our mortal thoughts
in prayer
2010
Being Still
Being Still, while it tumbles
With you in the dryer
Staring through it’s window
At one point the program will end
And you may get out
Perhaps in new clothes
Perhaps Naked
There is no guarantee, there never was
The source of all despair
2010
With you in the dryer
Staring through it’s window
At one point the program will end
And you may get out
Perhaps in new clothes
Perhaps Naked
There is no guarantee, there never was
The source of all despair
2010
Poem number 3
The underpass is where we are looking for
Said goldilocks
Where the bears will be blind
So through the needles
thrice the sea of dreams
Where the serpent lay
On its abyssal bed
Encircle the box and jump the key
Fall out of maya
to the palace of unknowns
And complete the journey
For which we were born
2010
Said goldilocks
Where the bears will be blind
So through the needles
thrice the sea of dreams
Where the serpent lay
On its abyssal bed
Encircle the box and jump the key
Fall out of maya
to the palace of unknowns
And complete the journey
For which we were born
2010
little revolutions of the spirit
Like a fish swims before the sun's silhouette
wades in the forever deep
We are those endlessly turning eyes
Beholders of the wateriness
Dispatch an Epistle, to our hungers
we, who daydream in cycles
Wish for a perchance satiation
With the cometh of a new wave
2010
wades in the forever deep
We are those endlessly turning eyes
Beholders of the wateriness
Dispatch an Epistle, to our hungers
we, who daydream in cycles
Wish for a perchance satiation
With the cometh of a new wave
2010
Monday, 26 April 2010
Vallejo Cesar
Hiding in the night spurs of your kitchen
And I am not galloning zeros
On some provincial bed
Or sipping in maimed air
On Thursdays mortal bones
With the moon at Champs Elysee’s
Were I left my trousers
In a great situation
On a Paris bench
2010
weight
We are not sure were the cruelty starts
I look upon you
Weighed you in my private account
My Lord, Chief Justice
There’s no witness at your defence
were stars hide their death
I swallow your sentence
on my ancestral scales
Handed down without examination
Of their intended purpose
From an ignorant antiquity
2010
I look upon you
Weighed you in my private account
My Lord, Chief Justice
There’s no witness at your defence
were stars hide their death
I swallow your sentence
on my ancestral scales
Handed down without examination
Of their intended purpose
From an ignorant antiquity
2010
untitled
A scream from nowhere
Beating your head against pillows
In this room you are one
None but your ears, why else
your dreams
For les enfant, why should they
satisfy your longing with smiles
No it will not conform
2010
Beating your head against pillows
In this room you are one
None but your ears, why else
your dreams
For les enfant, why should they
satisfy your longing with smiles
No it will not conform
2010
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