Sunday, March 12, 2017

Circles

I walked
I ran
I fell
I traversed

I felt
I touched
I saw
I discovered

There was no signal
A point
Missing
An execution

Purposeless
Devoid
A thing
Not known

Where i stood
And where i ment to be
A place
Near and far

Aligned
Were the dots
And i was balancing
In between

Starting and ending
Stranded
In a motion
That never changed

Suspended
In the lines
Of my own
Choices

I was, am, will be
Or not.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Stygian halls

The wisp of a lantern ceases,
Held captive in a gloved hand,
Shaking in the trembling of an arm,
The call is made.

Come running, oh, beasts,
Turn the tides around,
Tear the rufiant's cloak,
Bite me, beligerant fools.

Chase the embers and
Give heed to terror,
Seek the running man,
Destroy that noise!

And beneath the facade
Glass most vibrant shatters
With a ringing of posthumous sense,
Alas, i cannot run anymore.

For whom escapes
The dire darkness
But with the faint glimmer
Of the dying light?

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Despair cometh

It bestrode
The steps 
Of torment

It broke the walls,
The flimsy guard
Of our home

Uncalled,
Impossible,
A force unstoppable

It devoured us,
Beneath the cloak
Of our yesterdays

Thursday, June 02, 2016

Daggers

Con su grito se siente el fulgor
El choque de dos cuerpos


Dentro de su rabia
Se abren las grietas

Con su grito se abre tu palma
Los dedos se alejan

Y queda el rastro rojo
Del baile inusitado

La traicion es una estela
Que no debemos seguir

Aunque nuestras pupilas
Se pierdan en el miedo.

Friday, May 27, 2016

Tu voz

Tu escandalo
Tu precipicio
Tu mordida
Tu manipulacion

Estalla en dolores
Contraida
Se torna, se revuelve
Es un atisbo

Tu temblor
Tu ceguera
Tu hambre
Tu pasion

Recorta un nombre
Lo disimula
Como bebiendo
Despacio

Tu voz
Me grita.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Sleepless

Wait
Abhor
The suddenness

Change
To a state
Of regression

Diminish
All expressions
Of growth

Become replaceable
A figure
Of stunted movement

Move no more
Dream no more
Breath no more

I'm sleepless.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Crowned ghosts

i heard the voices
break beneath the surface

i saw titles and disguises
taken away from me

but never i dared
to remember such a thing

as the death of you

Thursday, May 05, 2016

Heavenly spheres

Of dimmed creation,
The desolation lays vast
Upheld in an order
Of Malign hierarchy

To be rearrenged,
Beseth by intrincancies
That pertain
To our creators alone,

Whom may find
The reflection cast
A dire sight
Of their own inadaquecy.

Oh, but the mighty cohorts
That reign supreme
Crumble worlds
In the wake of a laughter,

Yet the shining eyes
Are bewildered,
Lost in transition,
Everchanging,

For the laws that beheld
Our dance in the sky
Are now playground
To younglings

And the echoes
Reveal their might,
Youth overcomes force,
Life tramples life,

In this, our parade,
We of old, we the great,
Feel the hunger
Against mutation.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

The sounds of the machine

Entremezclados
En la quietud del cemento,
Como lanzas estridentes
Perforando el panorama

Detalles distantes
Que se acercan
Como olas

Y se difuminan
Entre choque y choque,
De cuerpo a cuerpo,
Se pierden

Y con ellos
El significado
Se torna

Un augurio
Impotente,
Idiota,
un algo

Que repite
Sobrecargado
Algo que ya no es

[en tus gritos
escucho la maquina
que tuerce las horas
y arrebata mis historias]

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

We who would drown

In the quietest of seas

Without the welcoming sounds

Of the nightsky

Nor the shattered streams of light

We would drown

With our hands held high

Touching the cold stars

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Chokepoint

There lies
A space
Between spaces
A time
Of murmurs
Wherein
We all fade

Drowning
In tranquil steps
Slowly
Giving away

Into faces
That used to be
Us

Friday, December 04, 2015

And the world cried.

In utter despair
they wail,
Their voices high,
Powerful with emotion.

They have been trampled
By mischief and terror,
Delivered to the hollow path
Of a stone god.

And their eyes,
Although closed,
Seek release
And forgiveness,

They pray
For the unseen,
The relentless,
Lords of silence.

Monday, September 07, 2015

Mighty urges

That die down
Washed away
In the throbbing drums 
Of death

In the pulse 
Of pain,
The heart wrenching certainty
Of roads not taken,

Our forces dwindling
And our power
But a trickle
That concedes at every turn

Our time grows near,
Our yields dwindle,
Days do run fast
Tick by tick

We are the poor
The ashamed,
Oh, broken, so broken,
The callous spirits

For whom history came to a close
And no tale was ever told.


Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Lest the unwary should know

Of forlon paths grown and gone
Their seeds overbearing,
And the shades cold to the touch,

Of voices that sung without rest
But to the deafness of daylight,
And the silentest reproaches,

Of dreams of fever that receded
With calm and joy,
And the end times for our hopes,

We who wished,
We who searched,
We abhor your knowing,

Your light cast into the world.
Lest we become useless,
As those come before us.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Them walls

El cuadro se completa
Una pieza a la vez
Echa raíces entre socalos
Y curtiembres,

Se torna como un anillo
Poseido facilmente,
Atraido,
Hacia tu garganta,

Alli se levanta el monumento,
En el centro mismo de las palabras,
Donde golpean como martillo
Y atacan en asedio,

En esos parametros,
Se cierne la division,
Achica la luz,
Cierra el cerrojo.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Glasshouse

Si sientes la vibracion,
El tono elevado
De la caida libre,
Entonces escuchas

El cristal romperse,
Sus fragmentos 
Convertirse en esquirlas
y su imagen esparcirse.

En el espejo
Ya nadie mira
Ni siquiera a traves,
Nadie te espera.

Monday, July 13, 2015

Danza

ya no entiendo tu canto
que se oye alejado,

ya no percibo tu forma
que se ve extraña,

ya no recuerdo tu heraldria
que se prueba fatigada

Para darte significado
Te lanzo al mar,
Para tomarte
Te separo de tu nombre,
Y te conviertes en fiebre intensa
Que desvaría mis miembros,
Te desdibujas en excusas
Que no creo,
Y de entre la podredumbre,
Entre el polvo,
La ceguedad,
De entre los caminos embarrados
De la lluvia tibia,
Tus dedos rotos sonríen,
Tu nombre se derrite
Junto a la pluma y el hierro.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Break thy river.

Honey,
You dripped honey,
Your eyes followed me
As i twisted,
As i floundered,
And no plea for help
Could take me ashore

And that foul smile
Did not abathe,
For all you could know
Was to hate
And to pierce,
As a remnant out in the sea,
A castaway.

So i say, i cry,
In here, this bed of disgust,
That you may end what you start,
That venom that tastes sweet
May be what drowns me,
Let me wallow
In the heart that you devour.

Love thy fire.

I used to walk,
Past and by,
Through the same alleys
Where you found love
And foreign pulses
Of lust

I watched,
Paralyzed in the light of a tv
Taken, smiten,
Revulsed
By my desire of you

The trembling never did stop,
Not in my bed,
And certainly not
When i bought your touch
And you said:
Welcome home.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Try 5: Journey

We come
To meet our end

Blinded and mute,
We come without voice

Quietly daring
The ire

Of our final gods.
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