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

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