Friday, December 17
we used to say
whispers
we used to say
i love you
in flames
we used to burn
i love yous
no hope
or a whisper
of hope
you will be
where you are now
i will be
alone
as always
as forever
as never
we used to say
we would be One
you are the one
you are the one
we used to say
now
candle in the night
storms of reality
raining of past tense
raining of past
as nothing
we used to say
i love you forever
i love you i say
i love you i say
i love you i say
echoes
echoes
echoes
echoes
Friday, December 10
Vanished / appeared
twilights
many nights
of thought
love
eternal
The Victory
Twin nights
eternity flows
here and there
then
always
appeared
dissapeared
vanished in time
vanished in space
for all times
for our time
without time
the space
there is no space
between us
Us
Us
Vanish
Appearing
Desappearing
Appearing
WORDS
no meaning
tele
gra
phic
appear
love
appears
at the most
unespected
time
and place
love has no place
love has no respect
appears
disappears
images
of you
nude
bright light
oh god
it´s you
vanishing
appearing
through my eyes
i sense
the fading world
upon us
us
us
there
there
do you see
do you see yourself
in my eyes
do you see yourself
in my self
?
see me
see me
vanished
appearing
vanishing again
in you
Friday, December 3
What to do
Your eyes
the dream of the dream
sleeping beauty of brightness
you
your eyes, your nose, your mouth
breathing you
i breathe
breathing you
i live
mirrors
no mirrors
i can see you
just as you are
everything
is possible
you came
you are here
you are there
everywhere
you are this words
you are my words
you are the meaning
you remind me of life
you remind me of my life
the one i had lost
somewhere
in this chaotic times
in this time without time
running time
stupid time
you are my time
you are my years to come
you are the years i wait
for you
i knew you
i knew i will see you
again
and there you are
and here we are
what to do
what do do
loving you
loving you
white ideas
white and peaceful home
the space
the space between us
is this wanting
is this future
is this present time
what to do
love
love me
love you
love you
love me
what to do
what to do
i dont know
be with you
be you
be you
be
be
be
Thursday, December 2
damn it, i love you
You
the reflection of you
my idea of you
your reality
You
I am you
I am in love with me
You
Inside of me
there is you
the clear drop in my soul
the idea
the sensation
tomorrow
is now
you
me
no mirrors
we are the ones
we are one
separate ways
or the same road
in this winter
you came to give me
your soul
but you got me
in your hands
in your tomorrows
in your now
DAMN IT
I LOVE YOU
damn it
you are the one
and i have no choice
but letting you go
your way
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
DAMN IT
I LOVE YOU
Monday, November 15
fires
the end of the world
happened a long ago
not so long ago
years and years
of human beings illusions
lying on the truth
the never ending truth
everyone has the truth
faith
faiths
no faith
no rules
the land of the free
is everywhere
you can do whatever you want
if you have power
much better
these are your rules
this is your world
you were a child
you are a child
you haven´t grown
a bit
fire inside
fire forever
fire without the fire
of life
this was the world
this was the end of the world
the end of words
fire
smoke
the beginning of times
Saturday, November 13
I wil tell you
I will tell you about bunkers
About people running out of lives
I will tell you about trees
ignored and falling
I will tell you about the heart
That it´s all about blood
engines
energy
life
I would tell you
but you don´t care
I will tell you
about language
and the way
you are killing
yourself
it´s the same
as love.
Tuesday, November 9
There, right there
there
right there
in the middle of somewhere
of nowhere
here
no here
where
wearing that really short short red dress
enable me
right there
to the left
what is left of me
and you
but you
persevere
in your you´s
ignoring what you are
and who
and why
There
the moment of truth
the tiny moment of truth
as your dress
reflecting
your eyes reflecting Mars
and the universe of love
There
right here
where nothing is what it seems
where you think poetry
still exists
Poetry never existed
Poetry never will
has no will
it just is
And there you are
nude
and the world
doesn´t need
anything
else
but
you
There
Friday, October 22
muscular crepuscular she
Muscular
Crepuscular
The sun
You
Writing
Poetry
I knew a girl
A poet girl
A poem of a girl
A warning of a girl
Beware of a she poet
For she can bite your soul
She goes me me me me me me
And me
But not me
She talks with herself
Beautiful
Brilliant
She is in love
With herself
No room for someone else
No room for others worlds and words
Crespuscular
Ocular
Maybe bi-nocular
Poetry
Is nothing
This poem
It´s not suppose to be
A poem
Poetry is dead
Dead
Is
Poetry
Muscular
As
One heart
As
ONE hell
Of
An
Ass
Cute
She thinks she listens
But she doesn´t
I am
Between the lines
I am
Between
The beginning
And the end
Of myself
Autumn
Leaves falling
Pieces of sun falling down
Me
Leave
Im
living
myself
not
leaving
not
yet
I
Pass
I
Deconstruct
Language
Myself
Find
She says
fine
If that´s what you want
No one will understand
No one
Ever
Me me me me me
You
Poetry
Muscular
Crepuscular
I see my son
Dying in front of my soul
Poetry
Crepuscular
Crepuscular
She
She
She
me
me
me
Tuesday, October 12
Dis Cover Me
Dis Cover me
they say I am yours
Now
What´s the meaning of the color?
What´s the meaning of colors?
I thought it was my protector
from the sun
you see
I love you with thunders of love
Oh love
Oh love
You are different
completly different
from me
Why?
Why not?
What´s the color of love?
Red
It is really red?
Have you seen it?
People in advertising say it is
red
red and with a fat angel carrying a heart
a heart that doesn´t resemble a real heart
My love
I want to be black
I want to be black with you
like you
Today
I am blue
Dis Cover Me
Dis Cover Me
love
they say im yours now
they say im your slave
love
dis Cover Me
I want to be free
like you
Do you really love me?
Set me free
Friday, October 8
Yes ter night and morrows
"You know: a landscape is what you never know"-Joseph Brodsky
Yesternight
I was you
I dressed like you
yesternight and morrows
throwing
arrows
I followed the silence of the streets
and look for the eyes that watched me
engrossed
I was what I really wanted to
What you wanted me to be
yesternight and morrows
throwing
sorrows
I´ve had it all
I do as I want
Yestermorrow
I will become
myself
yes ter night and
morrows
Sunday, October 3
Transit
"The language marches in step with the executioners./ Therefore we must get a new language" Tomas Tranströmer
"I am transparent
and writing becomes visible
inside me" Tomas Tranströmer
I am the transit
I am transit and transitorial
cars floating on mirrors of rain
little lights inside them
little people perhaps
but no souls
no souls on the road
no souls
words in our mind
do not appear in letters
types of letters
you don´t write letters anymore
you write me mails
I write a blog
the new letters
letters appear in front of me
as I pronounced them
because I want to
not because it has to be
nothing has to be
and yet
we dwell inside our lonely cars
in search
of that being
we are what we are
are we what we are
we are language
language created everything
if God Is
is language
Transit
red lights you can ignore
john coltrane music
floates
I am transit
I hope Trans poetry wins
I hope we recreate hope
with means
and actions
not only words
this time
poetry has to do things
make something new out of something
this time
is the same time
nothing has changed
the orange sun
in the horizon of your eyes
home
language is lost in it´s lonely rooms
The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist.” -William Blake.
I perceive you
persevere you
language is lost in it´s lonely rooms
everybody is fuckin crazy
in the illusion of re creating wars
of words
words are the same
we have destroyed their meanings
Significant changes
Tranströmer will maybe win the Nobel Prize
who gives a damn
I give a damn
I give a damn damn about language
so I say fuck
Inmaculate times, no
everything vanishes
these poems are broken
trying to find their poetry lost
these poems are post poems
post mortem poems
the poetry in them is the ignored
pulse
the electric nano thunder through
your brain
I travel a lot
being all around
crazy
lost
sinner
thinker
stupid
selling my life
in order to feel independent
we all sell something
travel
the world is smaller
the world is the same world anywhere
there´s no difference
there´s a you
there´a a me
and there´s sex
think about it
perceive it
language
creator
language
in significance
these are the lines
of a continuum
this is the same poem
but there is no
poetry
this is the same poem
until the end
until the end
Thursday, September 30
shout don´t shout, leave
OOOOOOOOOOOH
OOOH
shout
don´t
O
floating words
careless
to say anything
nothing
less
leave tonight
don´t want to see you
again
never
AAH
AAAAAAH
water
listen
water
at the beginning of your river
you
flow
run
do not save the heart
do not save the world
Leave
Leave right now this office
pick your shit
and get out
Leave
Leaver
leave right now this house
pick you shit
and get out
OOOh
AAAh
leaver
let
me
live
Don´t shout
I´ll shout
Ssshhhout
Ssshhhout
sssshhhh
sssshhhh
out
out
ou
t
Monday, September 20
full O near by
full full
moon
near by
rivers of memories
standing by
they are going to go
they are already gone
because of you
because you didn´t mind
at all
moon moon
lonely moon
greedy moon
you are not romantic
you ll never be
you dont give a shit
you just take the sun´s glow
and shine
and say its all yours
everything
and everyone stand there
to give you what you want
and you dont care
you never have to
full moon
full sadness
full goodbye
definitive
definitive
infinitive
infinite sadness
of mine
infinite nothingness
of mind
you dont exist
love is not what you think
it is never
what you think
moon
moon
i hate you
moon
full nothing
full zero
full O
full me
fool me
no more
i loved you
so
so
much
Wednesday, September 15
O
the new sun
the new soon
the new poetry
it is behind poetry
its in the poem
after the poem
a glance of the poem
its not the poem
recording passages
letters
your face
your body
embodied
as words
its not the poem
its the poetry in it
hiding
running
the light after blindness
the moon
the cool moon
the indifferent moon
the one
the on
the Oh
the O
O
Friday, September 10
to do it right to do it ray (scratch it)
i justjustjust
justjust wanna wanna
break it down
i justjustwannawanna
break it
break it
break it down
cloudy cities
the mighty sounding storm
i don´t give a
i don´t give a
clouds above my head
raining in my head
raining in my mind
it may represent
it may represent
let´s see how you represent that
let´s see how ya represent tha
le see ow ya represe tha
you do it
you you you you do
it
do it
do it right
do it all right
ah ah ah
let´s see how you represent that
my rainy ideas in my cloudy hearts
too many hearts
too many hurts hurts hurtings
to do it right
to make it right
it´s just just just
it´s just
i wanna wanna
cloud
mind
i wanna wanna
break
break it down
to do it right
to do it this time
right
to do it ray
Monday, September 6
shadow light & the name of the darkness heart
Shadows
Shadows unfold
shadows untold
your heart
flood
of sensations
perceptions
never eclipsed your days
where your memory walked
shadow
at the brightest blackness
where everything that we call things
began
shhhhhhh
a door
a door
many doors in the night of your body
nine
nine doors
shadow light & the name of the darkness heart
evolve
while my brain-dream creates
incredible nothings
shallow shadows
shame on you shadows
silent shadow nights
without
without
you
every you
that come to my bed
every night
and remember me
all that i have lost
all the killing dreams
all the killer waitings
shadow light & the name of the darkness heart
beats
everything is gone
you are gone
that´s for sure
shadow night
I swear on my heart
this heart that i hold
in my hands
I swear never
never again
never you
never again
no more waiting
in the shadows
for your shadow
shadow light & your name
for the last time
no more
never more
never
i swear
image thomas jackson photograph
Tuesday, August 31
what is this
What is this
This is a chair
And you used to be there
What is this
This is a bed
And you used to be there
What is this
This is my soul
And you used to be there
What is this
It´s a circle of fire
In the heart of the heart
It´s desolation
Alone alone in desolation
What is this
It´s a voice from deep under
The kissed sign of your breath
The mellow tune backwards,
In return
The days of future coming close
Passing passing the past and truth
It´s the “no tomorrow”
It´s the “no sun”
Lonely lonely only lonely
The wind of goodbyes,
Eternal goodbyes
Your name a wave of winds
That away never swirls
The record of the time
The presence I can´t heal
The image in my hands
Carrying water, blood and leaves
So, what is this
In my deepest night
That i can´t leave behind
It´s your face
It´s your mind
Your mind in mine
What is this
What is there
What is YOU
What is ME
What is MISSING
What is Wanting to forget
What is Wanting to forgive
What is this hole of me
What is the whole of me
What is this not having you
What is this waiting
What is this time that never pass
And laughs aloud
Writing your name in black
What is this
It´s just a chair
What is this
It´s just our worlds
It´s just words
Wha
Wha
Wha
Wha
image: david lynch art.
Wednesday, August 25
pilgrim in my eye
I need a pilgrim
I need a pilgrim
I need a pilgrim in my eye
your sensitive touch
your tiny feet
running invisible
through my heart´s fields
I need a pilgrim
I need a pilgrim
I need a pilgrim in my eye
blood red skies
skin´s lighting drops
moon black moon insight
dreamin´this starry night
I need a pilgrim
I need a pilgrim in my eye
I see you
deep inside
deep deep waters
and screaming lights
I need a pilgrim
to scare your naked image away
I can´t, I think
I can, I say, there´s no other way
I need a pilgrim
I need a pilgrim
in my eye
Wednesday, August 18
Dee Dawn
Dee Dawn
drives fast through the nighmares road
Dee Dawn Dee Dawn dee dawn
Dee Dee Dawn
is down
on her lover´s weapon of blood
Dee Dawn Dee Dawn dee dawn
Dee Dee Dawn
she´s thrown, rain and battle guilt
crushes alone
Through the truth I will run
A man with no eyes in front of a tree, she saw
He sawed
He sawed
a tree
of silence
the car runs through the darkness road
there´s no one at all
he will never come back
she will never come back
She´s alone
Dee Dee is alone
Dee Dee Dawn dee dee doo
Dee Dee
down down
Dee Dee doo
Tuesday, August 17
BUT THIS IS NOT POETRY
i would sense your body from miles
but this is not poetry
a ray of thought would descend upon our improbable future
but this is not poetry
i think about your body in the shadows of remebrance
i touch images spoken spreading your perfume
i write kissable words in your body of stars
i talk in tongues in your tongue
nothing can keep me away from you
i can not even think about it
because you are me
because im you
but this is not poetry
and im not me
Monday, August 16
this is poetics no poetic times
this is the place where no place is available unless is Space
this is the poem of the no poem
this is the time written
and forgotten
words
no art words
this is the place where the extint
resides: poetry
art
this is now here
this is no where
this is no were
this is no wear
this is no war
this is no wow
this is the poem of the no poem
this is the time written
and forgotten
words
no art words
this is the place where the extint
resides: poetry
art
this is now here
this is no where
this is no were
this is no wear
this is no war
this is no wow
let me talk
let me talk
talk
talktalk
about my soul
so
so
so
soul
souless
so U
so U
souless than me
my refugee of me
my flying feelings
my birds of crying
my pray for freedom
U
my kingdom
my queen
so queen
so quiet
so keen
let me talk
i will say nothing
not a thing
that you don´t
understand
MAKE A STAND
make me
make my love
make love to me
make love again
re create love
let me talk
i´m stuck
with you
in you
for you
talk
talk
talk
who are you
"hand of dreams" image by david lynch
no poetics no poet no nothing at all
no more
no more poetics
no more room for poetics
no room
no space
no time por poetics
no artist
no poet
this is the place
where you have to show
without saying anything
poems that say no
poems that say nothing
poems that say no saying yes
poems that are everywhere
and nowhere
nowhere is the place
for the new poetics
not being a poet
being a real poet
not for anyone
not for everybody
and for everyone
poetics
the last
the end
the nothing
the no
the thing
the real being
inner being
no poetics
´cause poetry has no place
never had
never will
poetics
the house
of the lonely
souls
of the words
without
world
no more poetics
no more room for poetics
no room
no space
no time por poetics
no artist
no poet
this is the place
where you have to show
without saying anything
poems that say no
poems that say nothing
poems that say no saying yes
poems that are everywhere
and nowhere
nowhere is the place
for the new poetics
not being a poet
being a real poet
not for anyone
not for everybody
and for everyone
poetics
the last
the end
the nothing
the no
the thing
the real being
inner being
no poetics
´cause poetry has no place
never had
never will
poetics
the house
of the lonely
souls
of the words
without
world
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