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.

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.

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

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.