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kahel Feb 2020
sa araw-araw na pagpapaalala ko sa kanya
hindi ko nakakalimutan sabihin ang mga linyang ‘to: “ikaw ang pahinga ko”

pahinga ko pagtapos ng mahabang araw makipagsapalaran sa buhay at para makahabol sa liga
pahinga ko habang naglalakbay mula timog hanggang hilaga
pahinga ko upang mapaalala na ang bawat pagkakataon na makasama siya ay mahalaga
pahinga ko dahil napapakalma niya puso’t isipan ko nang walang bahala

sa araw-araw na pagpapaalala ko sa kanya,
na siya ang pahinga ko,
ako pala yung unang kakapusin ng hininga,
boses ko’y di na madinig sa sobrang hina,
mag-isa tuwing gabi at ang tanging katabi ay pangamba,
habang nakatitig sa sapot sa kisame na gawa ng gagamba


ngayon,
napagtanto ko na sa mga panahong kinailangan ko siya para maging kalakasan ko,
siya din pala ang magiging dahilan ng kahinaan ko

sa araw-araw na pagpapaalala ko sa kanya,
na siya ang pahinga ko,
hindi ko namalayan na pa kunti-konti na akong hinihingal,
bumabagal,
na-uutal,
umaangal,
nawawalan ng tamang asal,
nakakalimutan ko na nga din ata mag-dasal.


nakakapagod din pala ‘no?
magpaalala palagi,
kahit na hindi ka maalala,
kaya pahinga muna ako,
kahit ngayon lang,
hihiga muna magpapahinga upang makahinga.
nakakapagod, mapagod.
Just to big up my team, my favorite team.
Hala Madrid! they would shout and scream.
Winning the most La Liga titles, 33 they won.
And 12 champions cup tiles, I know they had fun.

The team that Barcelona hates the most,
And the most goals they scored on RM was 7-0, that range wasn't close.
But Real Madrid had the same history of beating them by seven.
Also when we made them a fool by beating them eleven.

I mean we're not the best,
But the best of the best.
And out of the rest we stand alone..
Because we're determined to bring a trophy home.

Don't worry, this year 2018 we're looking forward for more.
I hope they don't let me down because I'm positive and sure.
Imagine we won La Liga and champions cup this year again.
The world will no longer watch or talk about Real Madrid my team the same.
raj Jan 2015
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The loss at Valencia on Sunday for a near full strength Real Madrid returning from victory at the Club World Cup and a winter break came as a shock to everyone.

A title race is well and truly on again this season so it may come as some relief for the players of both camps to lock horns away from La Liga.

Failures for both Barcelona and Real Madrid at the weekend mean Atletico are level on points with Barcelona, each a point behind leaders Real but Carlo Ancelotti’s side do have a game in hand.
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Surya Kurniawan Oct 2017
Sepuluh berkumpul,
Yang tujuh berganti.

Dunia ini masih sangat gila.

Kehidupan tak boleh berbaik hati
Sedang kematian mati dimutilasi
Oleh segregasi manusia waras tak tahu diri

Dunia ini berakhir gila.  

Saking gilanya,
Yang berhimpun terkapar mati.
Tergeletak dipenggal, meninggal
Akal dan luhur budi berganti

Jadi,
Sekumpulan gila mengibarkan selebaran selamat tinggal
Yang lain menggasak grafiti dan vandal
Begundal disisakan termarjinal
Kewarasan mewabah ganas tak terbantahkan

Lalu muncul manusia
Bergerombol berebut botol-botol alkohol
Berharap ikut gila sedikit saja,
jadi mereka tak ikut menderita

Sepuluh gila beraliansi
Yang tiga bertumbuh
Tujuh lainnya berempati
"Who am I? Am I not unique? Maybe I am not here at all"
Victor Marques Aug 2010
Sinto a tua falta

Perplexo com a cumplicidade, com a intimidade que nos liga,
Misto do amor, de uma saudade vivida.
Anestesiado pela sensação multicolor,
Paciente na cama do amor.

Pertinência dum amor sentido,
Porto sem teu abrigo,
Cadeia com grade prateada,
Musa multifacetada…

Pastoril é o quadro do meu pensamento,
Lençóis soltos ao vento,
Teus olhos com a maré alta,
Sinto a tua falta.

Victor Marques
Talvez se escrever o sono venha
Cansada do excesso de cansaço
Nas alturas menos certas
Creio que há 2 horas que devia estar a dormir
Se pudesse
Mas embora o cansaço esteja presente
Nos meus músculos, olhos
Não chegou ainda à base.

Talvez o meu cérebro seja notivago.
Chego a estas conclusões na exaustão da noite
Quando, por desespero, pego num lápis
E desacredito-me ainda mais.
Mas passo a explicar:
Durante todo o dia sinto-me dormente
Ah, para quê falinhas mansas?
Sinto-me burra, sem conseguir pensar
Mas na chegada da noite
Com o silêncio e a escuridão que se sentem na noite
Tudo se liga e se ilumina
E o meu cérebro trabalha e penso, penso, penso
E mais certezas tenho de que sou burra
Não que tenha pensamentos burros, não!
Mas por que raio tê-los agora e
De forma tão agressiva e exaustiva
Sem chegar a ser agressiva e exaustiva o suficiente
Para escrever alguma coisa de jeito
Ou para me fazer cair para o lado
Suficiente apenas para uma mais noite em branco
Talvez nunca tenha acordado.
Victor Marques Sep 2016
Videira do homem, de Deus, do amor….

Sentindo e compreendendo o amor em cada cepa torta bem ou mal formada, escrevo eu no lagar da vida que guarda segredos, e não esqueço folhas verdes que parecem se transformar num bonito por do sol, que ao fim do dia chega para aconchegar corações.

O amor pela terra, por os montes sonolentos, pelos vinhedos durienses, seus muros graníticos e xistosos nos levam a perceber a colheita deste nosso precioso néctar que nos liga ao mundo e a Deus infinito e todo-poderoso.
Recordar o ciclo da videira nos leva a perceber que também nos nascemos, damos frutos e tal como o vinho nos transformamos. Não poderia Jesus Cristo ter escolhido outra coisa, a não ser o vinho para nos dizer que um dia nossa alma vivera eternamente.

Parece que nos durienses não queremos fazer outra coisa senão tratar a videira, e esperar pelas suas uvas mais doces que o mel. Sim precisamos de sensibilidade, amor para entender todo o processo desta planta maravilhosa que acolhe tempo tórrido de verão e um inverno chuvoso e friorento.

Victor Marques
videira,Deus, amor
Hermes Varini Nov 2022
Feudal, an’ Deep Swaird Scar-Faced Ah,

Th’ Lone Skye-Horror

Thad heare Ah once gleamingly wore,
Nowe! intae Theis Abysmal ay Past Fyre-Lore,
Ye a’ Skellums, see! Theis Rage o’ mine thad Ah bore
Heare! wae mah Thundir-Airn tirlin’, nae a Woe,
Taukin’ nowe Ah! wae th’ Wynde-Tone O’erhuman, fore
Abön th’ Skye-Storne wæs ay yondir Friendly Shore,
Wae a Pause wi’in mah strugglin’, nae ay any more,
Th’ Scyld Ah haudin’ unco glowin’, ‘yont th’ Castle Dore,
Whatna! Theis Airn-Wame o’ mine, Rageful ays nae afore,
Thro’ th’ Skye-Pruid ay Lightnings, an’ e’en skye-more,
*** ay standin’, ‘yont th’ Drakkar Ablaze, wae th’ Burnan Ore,
Thus Ðhunder-Imbued, Bluish Fyre becam mah flowin’ Gore,
O’er th’ Rid Rock soarin’, wrapped in th’ Auld taukin’ Lowe,
Revenge oan th’ Dust, wi’in theis Hill graven! stick-an-stowe,
Quhain! th’ Ocean abowt mah Person, th’ Gale intae twa it tore,
Quhain! th’ Return o’ Pow’r gaed tae its Guid Hel o’ Yore,
Quhain! a Firey Ember wæs mah Rubye Brooch ay hynne nowe,
‘Yont th’ Seven-Headed Beast Winged, wha Grim He swore,
Mah Frame Axe-Wounded, Rays emittin’ frae ilka pore,
Deep intae theis ay Norland Janwar’s bitin’ owre Frore,
An’ a Mirror appeared! thro’ th’ Thunderbolts, nae thair Chore,
Nae Gode bit th’ Owar-Mann! mah Steel-Ghaist, nae tae adore,
Quher! mah Battle-Scars Rid wur stylle thais unco a Soare,
Quher! th’ Cauld theare wæs tae mah Throat aye smore,
Quher! mah Sel-Reflection dazzlin’ it wæs, thro’ th’ Aurore,
Togiddir wae mah Chain Mail flashin’, tae th’ Whyte Core!

ŌFER-MANNES BEADULÉOMAN WÆLGRYRE,
NIHTES HRÍÐUM SĊĒAWERE OND WÆPENÞRACUM
UNDER HERE-GRĪMAN OÞÍEWEDE SE DWIMOR,
HWÆR SWĀ MISGEWIDERE ECGÞRACU MAÞELODE,

SIGRSÆLL EK AFSKRÆMI-LIGA MIS-YRKI,
ÞÁ EN GINSTAN MEÐ MJÖK FRÆKNLIGA
VIND-ǪLD ÞVÍ NÆST ALMÁTTIGR ALFÖÐR,

QVA RE

ALTO A SEPTENTRIONE VINTICTÆ CVM FVLMINE

DEVS RVBRA FEVDORVM SECVRE THOR NOMINE MEORVM
SPECVLO CHALIBE SIVE SCVTO MEO SOLISQVE POLITISSIMO
RVBRO IN TEMPLO CVM ILLE NVNC AIT MIHI ALTOQVE
MEA REX SIVE BELLATOR OVERMAN NOMINE SPATHA
VT INGNEVS SIT MAXIME HOC TONITRVO MEVS VIGOR
AC FVGIENDA FVLMINE ESSE CÆRVLEO HIC VMBRA
ET INTRA FLAMMAS AC RVBRA EX FEODALE VLTIONE
ALBO HIC FVLMINE AC HYDRA SEPTEM CAPITIBVS RVBRA
LIVIDO EX IGNE GRÆCO PROFVNDE HIC FACETE DICTO

ENΘΔE KAI ΔE ETI
AΦΘONΩΣ Ω OVERMAN

OΛΩΣ ΔE ΠΟΚΑΤΑΣΤΑΣIΣ ΠANTH
KAI ΔYNAMIΣ ΓE KAI AΛHΘEIA TEΩΣ
NYN ΔOΞA KAI ΔE KAI ΔAIMΩN

STAT DEMVM ILLE HIC NOMINE REX I

QVA RE

FERRO AMICTVS FEODALE IMMORTALIQVE TOTALITER EGO CVM SPATHA
VBI LIVIDA MEA SPECVLI REFLECTIONE AC VESTE CONCREVERVNT CHALYBIS FVLMINA

QVOAD

AD INFINITVM PERPETVO RECVRRENS POTENTIÆ INCREMENTO SICVT IGNEA ROTA HÆC IMAGO
FEODALIS SIVE O ΔΑIΜΩΝ GRÆCO VERBO MEA EX FVLMINIBVS IN SPECVLO LIVIDA
AC POST DE BRVNANBVRH PROELIVM ASSIDVE DE OVERMAN CRVORE POTENTIOR IGNEA

QVIA

VENIT RECVRSV POTENTIÆ HOC IDVLVM IVGITER SIVE TO EIΔΩΛON EXTRAMVNDANVM MIHI
AC HÆ SVNT LEX RATIOQVE DE OVERMAN INVIOLABILITER HAC IN LAPIDE INSCRIPTÆ

QVOMODO

FVLGORIS NATVRA OVERMAN SIVE ENAPXIKH TPIAΣ EXCELLENTIA ESSENTIÆ
HOC FVLMINORVM INCREMENTO SINE FINE AC SINE INITIO HVIVS TEMPESTATIS MAGNI AC IRÆ MEÆ

QVAQVMQVE

SVMMA EST IN SCVTO SIVE SPECVLO CONTINVATIONEM ILLE GENERANS ET VLTOR
AC MVTATIONIS INCREMENTVM TONITRVO SICVT ΔEYPO TΩ EMΩ AIMATI PERSEVERANS

QVONIAM

SIT DENVO GRÆCA CVM VOCE AC TONITRVO EX SANGVINE MEO IGNEO
FEODALE HORVM FVLMINORVM METALLICO CORPORE MEA VINDICTA SICVT

ΜOΝΗ EΣTI ΚΑΙ ΠΡOΟΔΟΣ ΚΑI ΔH ΚΑI ΕΠΙΣΤΡΟΦH
EΝ ΤΩ ΧΡOΝΩ ΦΑΣΜΑΤΑ

QVONDAM

ΤA ΠAΝΤΑ AEI ΚOΣΜΟΣ-ΛOΓΟΣ ΚΑΙ ΜEΤΡΟΝ
ΤO ΓΕ ΝYΝ ΓΝΩΣΙΣ

AC RELVCENTEM MAGNVMQVE IN SPECVLO LAVDO ET CANO VINDICEM
ET PERGITE RVBRA HAC IN ALTISSIMA RVPE HVIVS HIEMIS FVLMINA

AD QVEM

IRA CVM EXTRAMVNDANA MEA ET FEODALE CORPORE

LOCVM  FERRO AMICTVS SPATHA SCVTOQVE PERVENIEBAM NATANS
INTRA OCEANVM AD VERGENTIS OCCASVM CALEDONIÆ REGNI SICVT

OVERMAN ECGÞRACU.
Set after the Battle of Brunanburh in A.D. 937, this composition of mine, or rather brief epic, in archaic Scots, Classical Latin, Anglo-Saxon, Old Norse and ancient Greek, tells of a lone warrior, severely wounded after the battle, whose blood turns into fire and lightnings, as attracted by his armor, when a mirror appears before him as formed by thunderbolts themselves ("VBI LIVIDA MEA SPECVLI REFLECTIONE AC VESTE CONCREVERVNT CHALYBIS FVLMINA"), at the top of a soaring rock off the coast of western Scotland ("INTRA OCEANVM AD VERGENTIS OCCASVM CALEDONIÆ REGNI"), during a storm, therein obtaining immortality, upon his own reflected self, that is, the Overman himself, recurring over and over more powerful to the infinite as one person ("AD INFINITVM PERPETVO RECVRRENS POTENTIÆ INCREMENTO SICVT IGNEA ROTA HÆC IMAGO"). My own Return of Power event thus surfaces. How he was able to reach this rock, in his own bleeding condition, and in a heavy iron vest with sword and shield while swimming, I leave it undefined, hence to the interpretation of the reader. The title reads “The Overman through the Onrush of Swords”. “Ah” is “I”, "wae" is "with", and "stick-an-stowe", "totally", "altogether".
Julia Jaros Nov 2016
A correnteza espalha as lágrimas rio abaixo
Aglomeradas, tornam-se banais
Ninguém vê, liga a TV
Outra hora a gente se vê.

Misturadas, ainda estão lá
Cada vez, mais e mais
Acostumadas, satisfaz
Invisíveis não perturbam nossa paz.

Deixe que o rio leve
São muitas para se importar
Combinado, ninguém cede
Como a burguesia e a plebe.
Ken Pepiton Jul 2022
89 sets of eyes had seen the first eighth
made public, Tobagoan dimes,
then it was 96
I made'em up, bought the whole mint,
and went into serious business,

re-evaluating dime bags, when John D,

Mr. Dee, he
hands me this silver dime, about 1917.
Says he, gimme the Time's

and I'm about to
when into 2022 i-sense, calculualualchange
in time,

on a dime among many, my own dime.
I invested that liberty given me, for using
old news in good ways once used to force
a reading of the rules.

Would there were a Daysman, betwixt us.
would we had this tech back when,
term papers - ended curiosity
or drove home the point to madness,

all
you know, ex
plodes… pop. And if you breathe
another line
per haps it is one of mine, we think

at old printer's devil, filling space, pace.
Skimming troposh-pherical Miramarical,

thought speed past the other way
one
of these days, you said, these days, we
say today. You are safe
where now is today, and not when this whole
lesson in shared pain per gain, proud son,
prior to changes in the rules
- is allowed to lead to gun play

game on. That fast.
The future has me in it from the start/
I have a mind to tell you all I know,
Pro-ver-bee, do be, do, you know

It was an organized mind, rhearranger
of my fingers on these
keys, i-i-I ai ai ai think these keys, were magic

in the beginning, some men trusted in horses,
some men trusted in leasing and releasing
land… who won?

Eh, not o'er yet. EH, they have wakened
a sleeping giant,

yeah, I paid a price to discover that fact.
Dillon, Montana, storefront all johnnyrebbed up.

I lost the best phone I ever owned, with all the
evidence of hoped for things attained
and apprehended with full ready
set for alz-heimlichkeit kriegspeigel- mir-ror

mar-velous. World of 2022. Within Covideo
5G- wiz mom the fridge is 5G

G is for Guidance, child. Traditions do not change
truths. Oaths welded to the guardian's heart,

pow wer wordsssun-ng
choking in dust, as the eagles gather round the
whole idea
-comfort, ease
in security, we exist in air, as words people think
after reading something old,
fifty years, ago, change wa'swift,
an entire jubilee for most all sworn
legit-liga-mental mind made up to be a way for a reason,
oaths, Breach of contract, old school rules, you lie,
you die, before you unveil the secret place, we be, in, I mean,
so help me, God, on the Bible-level
like on TV,
depending on your experience in the realm of words.

You are now a Kierkeyardian Troen Ridder Wannabe.

Some things you may imagine, leave percussion…
- humms al'lowed to fifteen since then,
- that summer with Pattie Maffeo
- whoa, this idea- drum roll
Rudd, Hersey made me up, and I grew up, in here.

-- Phidelity is only secret to those who must hide.
Inside us, outside us, inside me is not inside you.

These are words, these are sense in your head,
more swiftly than the author choses to believe.

Ping, chorus, another one bites the dust.

Isolation in realization that an ifery, an actual
one
real-live ifery situation, with the body environment
alive
and breathing and
comfortable, thanks for allowing that, I bring some
every time I come,
pop
you can't say that. right or wrong, how long is ruled
valid in code any kid in any country can translate.

Who says we saw every thing
change.
When we was young,
faster paster now as then, I swore

as real as any ride I ever imagined alone.
All things are better when you know, though.

A churchyard child bade me listen, you may know
as we grow in knowledge, as a species,
from a phylum
at the core… we can, and have

we can imagine, yes, and have
haps, in pers and mays, hap-pen
happenstance,
Manifest on TV, that
is power to convey a story, requiring
minds with binge-in-Covid-season, after season,
immunity to cliché ¿ make every idle guess reasonate

Hate ain't 'hate when I do that' kinda thing
hate is evil, you know, no idle word, evil
living words can hold any thought a team of two
agree to allow
- spacetime to think-?
G-qualified Art Intuition, this is not ****,
we know it when we see it, what is this thing

we agreed with, this corporate structure,
many many many tiered this tinker toy thing

A Robin Williams seed, I think, Jim Hunt.
What dreams have come.
And we aren't done.
Icahn's history, I was not even in the game.

Here's one, eight lines from go
go
go man
go

gotcha, johnny be good slood
on a legendary curse
into sec-secondcoming.com

justice, sir, I must say, I just ring the bell.

--------------- hello poetry hello world

5G and starlink, if I stay in the green zone//

From Montana, that 5G fridge, messaged me,

my almond milk is out of use by,
did you die?
we know you are old. We will check again.

At random, I assume, my captain's chair,
and survey my realm
- 26 thousand unread emails… how much
- is my pending attention to any one worth?
I rub my stubble and scratch my half year hair.
I oughta get up
and go/ chorus there, and go

I ought get up and go, but I got no place

I'd rather be,
right now, with you… who
stole that from some show, no body you don'
know.

Some things happen,
when you know,
they do… the color does not set the mood

the time
just hasta be right.
mama
mama always wished to know,
when does it end,
when does it end,

electric shock begins, the folding in daze,
folding pages in donated Sears & Roebuck's
catalogues,
to make door stops, to hold ever locked doors
open, for our grand children, wait
and see, in deep dementia, did she mention…
Tech that functions is so easy to entreat...
Hay un tirano que sujeta
y otro tirano que desata...
y entre los dos tu predio, libertad.
¡Libertad, libertad,
hazaña prometeica,
en tensión angustiosa y sostenida
de equilibrio y amor!
¡Libertad española!
a tu derecha tienes
los grillos y la sombra
y a tu izquierda la arena
donde el amor no liga.
Se es esclavo del hacha
lo mismo que del cepo...
Y el desierto es también un calabozo;
el desierto amarillo
donde el átomo roto
no se pone de pie.
De aquí nadie se escapa. Nadie.
Porque dime tú, amigo cordelero,
¿hay quién trence una escala
con la arena y el polvo?

Español,
más pudo tu envidia
que tu honor,
y más cuidaste el hacha
que la espada.
Tuya es el hacha, tuya.
Más tuya que tu sombra.
Contigo la llevaste a la Conquista
y contigo ha vivido
en todos los exilios.
Yo la he visto en América
-en México y en Lima-,
Se la diste a tu esposa
ya tu esclava...
y es la eterna maldición de tu simiente.

Tuya es el hacha, el hacha:
la que partió el Imperio
y la nación,
la que partió los reinos,
la que parte la ciudad
y el municipio,
la que parte la grey
y la familia,
la que asesina al padre
-Álvar González,
Álvar González, habla-,
Bajo su filo se ha hecho polvo
el Arca,
la casta,
y la roca sagrada de los muertos;
el coro,
el diálogo
y el himno;
el poema,
la espada
y el oficio;
la lágrima,
la gota
de sangre,
y la gota
de alegría...
Y todo se hará polvo,
todo,
todo,
todo...
Polvo con el que nadie,
nadie,
construirá jamás
ni un ladrillo
ni una ilusión.
Expo 86' Nov 2015
Confia no acaso
Só queria mais um pouco dos seus abraços
Se liga nos passos
E se alerte no espaço
Distancia é bom
Mas destrói tudo com seus espasmos
Lagrimas são feitas d'água
Porque são águas de um sentimento do passado
E as memorias tão belas
Porque são encharcadas com saudade
Mas viver de saudade já não é bem uma opção
Deja la procesión, súbete al paso,
Íñigo; toma puesto en la coluna,
pues va azotando a Dios tu propio paso.
Las galas que se quitan sol y luna
te vistes, y, vilísimo gusano,
afrentas las estrellas una a una.
El hábito sacrílego y profano
en el rostro de Cristo juntar quieres
ron la infame saliva y con la mano.
Con tu sangre le escupes y le hieres;
con el beso de Judas haces liga,
y por escarnecer su muerte, mueres.
No es acción de piedad, sino enemiga,
a sangre y fuego perseguir a Cristo,
y quieres que tu pompa se lo diga.
No fue de los demonios tan bienquisto
el que le desnudó para azotalle,
como en tu cuerpo el traje que hemos visto,
pues menos de cristiano que de talle,
preciado con tu sangre malhechora,
la suya azotas hoy de calle en calle.
El sayón que de púrpura colora
sus miembros soberanos te dejara
el vil oficio, si te viera agora.
Él, mas no Jesucristo, descansara,
pues mudara verdugo solamente,
que más festivamente le azotara.
El bulto del sayón es más clemente:
él amaga el azote levantado,
tú le ejecutas, y el Señor le siente.
Menos vienes galán que condenado,
pues de la Cruz gracejas con desprecio,
bailarín y Narciso del pecado.
En tu espalda le hieres tú más recio
que el ministro en las suyas, y contigo
comparado, se muestra menos necio.
Él es de Dios, mas no de sí enemigo;
tú de Dios y de ti, pues te maltratas,
teniendo todo el cielo por castigo.
Vestido de ademanes y bravatas,
nueva afrenta te añades a la historia
de la pasión de Cristo, que dilatas.
¿No ves que solamente la memoria
de aquella sangre en que la Virgen pura
hospedó los imperios de la gloria,
el cerco de la Cruz en sombra obscura
desmaya la viveza de su llama
y apaga de la luna la hermosura?
La noche por los cielos se derrama,
vistiendo largo luto al firmamento;
el fuego llora, el Oceano brama,
gime y suspira racional el viento,
y, a falta de afligidos corazones,
los duros montes hacen sentimiento.
Y tú, cuyos delitos y traiciones
causan este dolor, das parabienes
de su misma maldad a los sayones.
Recelo que a pedir albricias vienes
desta fiereza al pueblo endurecido,
preciado de visajes y vaivenes.
Más te valiera nunca haber nacido
que aplaudir los tormentos del Cordero,
de quien te vemos lobo, no valido.
La habilidad del diablo considero
en hacer que requiebre con la llaga,
y por bien azotado, un caballero;
y en ver que el alma entera aquél le paga,
que capirote y túnica le aprueba,
mientras viene quien más cadera haga.
Y es invención de condenarse nueva
llevar la penitencia del delito
al mismo infierno que el delito lleva.
Desaliñado llaman al contrito,
pícaro al penitente y al devoto,
y sólo tiene séquito el maldito.
Dieron crédito al ruido y terremoto
los muertos, y salieron lastimados;
y cuando el templo ve su velo roto,
el velo, en que nos muestras tus pecados
transparentes, se borda y atavía,
de la insolencia pública preciados.
Considera que llega el postrer día
en que de este cadáver, que engalanas,
con asco y miedo, la alma se desvía;
y que de las cenizas que profanas,
subes al tribunal, que no recibe
en cuenta calidad y excusas vanas.
Allí verás cómo tu sangre escribe
proceso criminal contra tu vida,
donde es fiscal Verdad, que siempre vive.
Hallarás tu conciencia prevenida
del grito a que cerraste las orejas,
cuando en tu pecho predicó escondida.
Los suspiros, las ansias y las quejas
abrirán contra ti la negra boca
por el llanto de Cristo, que festejas.
¿Con qué [razón] podrá tu frente loca
invocar los azotes del Cordero,
si de ellos grande número te toca?
A los que Cristo recibió primero,
juntos verás los que después le diste
en competencia del ministro fiero.
A su Madre Santísima añadiste
el octava dolor, y en sus entrañas
cuchillo cada abrojo tuyo hiciste.
Acusaránte abiertas las montañas,
las piedras rotas, y a tan gran porfía
atenderán las furias más extrañas.
Y presto sobre ti verás el día
de Dios, y en tu castigo el desengaño
de tan facinorosa hipocresía.
La justicia de Dios reinará un año,
y en dos casas verás tus disparates
llorar su pena o padecer su daño.
Cristiano y malo, irás a los orates;
al Santo Oficio irás, si no lo fueres,
porque si no te enmiendas, te recates.
Y, crüenta oblación de las mujeres,
vivirás sacrificio de unos ojos
que te estiman, al paso que te hieres
y te llevan el alma por despojos.
Ken Pepiton Apr 2023
Narcan, opioid antagonist…
Doper no-hoper last breath,

sneeze,
live, live on, remain possessed
eh,
hope, secular semper fi,
keep the faith, baby,
old man, laugh, yeah,
-retied liga-mind, refined
spirtual, not religious, possessed
of a mind that makes you up,
dresses you in colors,
jagged acute to apt'use stripes, wheeling
coloring contrasts across the spectrum
RGB -backlit, ultra high resolution, zoom in

dots, right, Ben Day dots
on paper become
colors availing themselves of brain gap closure,
squint and lean
closer to the light,
gnosis bias familiar
details, see, the artist, being art, autopoeisisical
special run, one off, you
ticklewormywordeater, you…
recognostic
hyped Ai guidance
easy reading being, you, mind-eyed
one who can and does, eh, decipher coded
edu- pushing through, pulling on threaded
letters
seeing
form as from a rude pen, using matter red,
and new Levis blue. ****** right, too, right.

- selah, we have a thread, marked thus,
- selah, wait here. Pause, hold this thought
- selah, wish you were here
we as wished were here,

all along the watchtower, jokers,
shooting craps with gamblers, Silverman,
big old pre Greek exchange clan,
ran the final stretch of one last hope roll,
I swear,
I saw him roll seven straight passes
on seven odd points,
and all my winnings were gone, and my wages.

Oy vey, s'okay, watch people drink on TV,
Pray like that is posed to be heaven,
on earth, the pinnacle of success,
single malt whiskey,

ha! That spirit boin bleu, boy, s'tolen you,
too many many many time to be tolen you
another time like doing this whole hell you

made up, for science sake, to know,…

How did the declared eternal worth standards
survive?
How has the balance of power story narration
wobbled on a bejeweled pivot pointing toward,
- eight billion breathing mortals,
- each finger unique, we suppose,
Share the produce,
share the effort to produce,
share a mind atuned to function over form
- The Emperor's New Mind.
- What good is knowing how small one is!
The Last Emperor's chirping cricket,
same message, same frequency,
ready
steady, quotidian duty, uniform clothing allowance,
nothing to do but think,
set the pace,

all day each day, breathe mindful or not, breathe
and be,
**** sapien, mudmadepentaform,
knowing enabled,
born naked and essentially
knowledgeless, no science,
no knowing easy from impossible.
- many magneto electro buzzings
- screeching too high to hear,
Thump.
Aha. Certain instrumental effects.
Clangggging clang, riviting ratatat machine gun,
toys of the current oldest generation's wildest pretendence.
- We all had a machine gun noise,
- and declarative gotcha, y'r dead.
- We learned Washington played war, and lead.
- Even as a boy, boys naturally followed
- the father of our nation, one, under God.
- Exceptional in the most noble classified codes.

Back in the day, in the olden times, let's pretend, make believe

we saw, maybe, five movies in a year, or less, from birth
to age eleven, or so, budding years, slow groaning summers.

Then, we got electricity, that was
1943, we moved to town…
said the old uncle, from some time ago.

Being 2023 curious, having asked what good
could be useful through me, ah, as when we pull
down strongholds,
big orthogonal law abiding piles
of non living stones,
edifying soaring declarations,
embodying the entire order of God.
From whom all blessings flow,
through the leader, who translates art.

Worth is measured at the ticket booth,
the box office keeps tabs.
The audience votes with the reaction
to the bait.
Trolling for nibbles, snakey lick sense, feel,
mmm hmmm inter, between state, pose
relative rest, now, here, interesting, esse.
-Warrior mindset, new tools, new reasons
war after madness sets in,
this is no time for sabers of any sort,
spells and tells, and told means to ends,
secrets held to the death,
seep from the records,
Nixon's karma tapes,
Nancy's stars telling her to say NO.
Dare exposure deemed good parenting.
We pull down
imaginations that have exalted themselves,
Ai, we each have our own art, I insist I am not you.
Line after line, letting go guilty leisure, persist in youness.
- plants are gateways away from synthetics
- dye to distinguish your cloak of no color.

Dare be nada mas, not coo', not hot, just fine,
traditionally, right, how you do in'? Just fine,
perfectly acceptable interaction between strangers,

eyes met, prompting projection, yes, you, I see. So what,
fine grain realizing, how I'm doin', just fine, thanks
for asking
in passing… shine on the serial sadness, a little light,
fills the inbetween, you see.
Narcan is available to many who do not use killer chemicals, for the asking,
you can carry Narcan, just in case, one day you see a per son about to be
one of the three who will die in your node of civilization today.
Dangling needles below dangling non breathing heads,
the persons connected to such, can, and have, lived.
Desde que te llamo así,
por mi nombre,
ya nunca me eres extraño.
Infinitamente ajeno,
remoto tú, hasta en la playa,
-que te acercas, alejándote
apenas llegas-, tú eres
absoluto entimismado.
Pero tengo aquí en el alma
tu nombre, mío. Es el cabo
de una invisible cadena
que se termina en tu indómita
belleza de desmandado.
Te liga a mí, aunque no quieras.
Si te nombro, soy tu amo
de un segundo. ¡Qué milagro!
Tus desazones de espuma,
abandonan sus caballos
de verdes grupas ligeras,
se amansan, cuando te llamo
lo que me eres: Contemplado.
Obra, sutil, el encanto
divino del cristianar.
Y aquí en este nombre rompe
mansamente tu arrebato,
aquí, en sus letras -arenas-,
como en playa que te hago.
Tú no sabes, solitario,
-sacramento del nombrar-
cuando te nombro,
todo lo cerca que estamos.
Miré ligera Nave,
Que con alas de lino en presto vuelo
Por el aire süave
Iba segura del rigor del Cielo,
Y de tormenta grave.
En los Golfos del Mar el Sol nadaba
Y en sus ondas temblaba;
Y ella, preñada de riquezas sumas,
Rompiendo sus cristales,
Le argentaba de espumas,
Cuando en furor iguales,
En sus velas los vientos se entregaron.
Y dando en un bajío,
Sus leños desató su mismo brío,
Que de escarmientos todo el Mar poblaron,
Dejando de su pérdida en memoria
Rotas jarcias, parleras de su historia.
En un hermoso prado
Verde Laurel reinaba presumido,
De pájaros poblado
Que, cantando, robaban el sentido
Al Argos del cuidado.
De verse con su adorno tan galana
La Tierra estaba ufana,
Y en aura blanda la adulaba el viento,
Cuando una nube fría
Hurtó en breve momento
A mis ojos el día;
Y arrojando del seno un duro rayo,
Tocó la Planta bella
Y juntamente derribó con ella
Toda la gala, Primavera y Mayo.
Quedó el suelo de verde honor robado,
Y vio en cenizas su soberbia el prado.
Vi, con pródiga vena
De parlero cristal, un Arroyuelo
Jugando con la arena,
Y enamorando de su risa al Cielo.
A la margen amena,
Una vez murmurando, otra corriendo,
Estaba entreteniendo;
Espejo guarnecido de esmeralda
Me pareció, al miralle,
Del prado, la guirnalda,
Mas abrióse en el valle
Una envidiosa cueva de repente;
Enmudeció el Arroyo,
Creció la oscuridad del ***** hoyo,
Y sepultó recién nacida fuente,
Cuya corriente breve restauraron
Ojos, que de piadosos la lloraron.
Un pintado Jilguero,
Más ramillete que ave parecía;
Con pico lisonjero
Cantor del Alba, que despierta al día;
Dulce cuanto parlero
Su libertad alegre celebraba,
Y la paz que gozaba,
Cuando en un verde y apacible ramo,
Codicioso de sombra,
Que sobre varia alfombra
Le prometió un reclamo,
Manchadas con la liga vi sus galas;
Y de enemigos brazos
En largas redes, en nudosos lazos,
Presa la ligereza de sus alas,
Mudando el dulce, no aprendido canto,
En lastimero son, en triste llanto.
Nave tomó ya puerto;
Laurel se ve en el Cielo trasplantado,
Y de él teje corona;
Fuente, hoy más pura, a la de Gracia corre
Desde aqueste desierto;
Y pájaro, con tono regalado,
Serafín pisa ya la mejor zona,
Sin que tan alto nido nadie borre.
Así que el que a don Luis llora no sabe
Que, Pájaro, Laurel y Fuente y Nave
Tiene en el Cielo, donde fue escogido,
Flores y Curso largo y Puerto y Nido.
Coloured Nov 2017
Wondering in my illusion...
Confused like a left behind bee
With my bed tasting every part of me
Empty full,empty full d brain goes in unison.

Got it!  Yes, Got it!
Best castle ever built in d air
What else,we already there
Do it!  Yes, Do it!

Rising on my feet,perfect time to take the next step,time to walk
I think I shld Hav a cup of tea bfor outstretching dat leg
A *** of soup, dear leg,more time I beg
Oh Miss stone heard about the Smith's let's have a talk


There goes a bird, it's flying!  It has wings!
There is G. Bush,he is a man, he is walking with two legs!
Ohw! Legs, let's outstretch Now, in our heads we've hurt no eggs
Time to take d next step,bfore dat, a cup of coffee pls.

NBA, La liga,Rugby nation,nd Mr Cricket
Soap, Opera's, Mark Spencer, D$G, Trinidad and Tobago
My jaw aches, dear pillow I need ur kiss, a journey awaits to forego
It's night already,lets sleep more ND enjoy d lullaby of the owl and cricket.

Ohw! Legs, our walk,our journey, do you forget?  
Move fast! Move fast!.. What I see is blur
Our castle, My castle where have you gone?!,at afar I saw it's windows, neigh I see no door.
Like a smoke in its habitat, it has vanished,hello sweet regret.

Would have lived like a prince ND danced like a princess in her cot
Talked with Bush ND eaten with the queen
Owned NBA, Trinidad and Tobago.....yes would have.. Yes would have
Dressed like a king nd slept like a baby.. Of course would have, of course  would have
But No!  It's not
Ken Pepiton Jan 1
Continuing, in time, out of time, as mere thought,
ready for you to think, one thought
through, thoroughly
right, fixed pose, put so as
to stand up right,
here
on the mean point
of any grave object spinning,

in, or against, the wind. ROI. Invest an hour.
-------------------------- here it is 1:03 PM 1-1-02024
sunny, shady side of a local oak

Hear -- sense -- feel
agrere, ag re re feel mind heed,
agreed, as our we mind discerns
all around us noise
of us is louder than life,
we cannot hear our selves
think I am, and beside me, is you.

I think you being, made ware,
art effecting genius, magi-formed,
imagined magi-wise, presented phenomenon
of harmony and order in beautiful random reality.

How can one imagine two,
if one is such a one
as never was in ever before,
alone in all at once,
unique, solo uno,
you, in spirit
and truth

and this line,
and this line, establishing the shape
of signal sent,
line upon line, word by word filled
with mean common sense, consensus
on the spectrum of sense words make, meaning
things in spirit and in truth that allow
for colloquial we all uses you all fail to notice,
first uses of the fruit life requires, true science,
knowledge, birds and bees and ants and serpents,

first use, meaning agree, push comes to shove,
catalyst to payload, we,
become the bomb.

Oh, none privately interpret reality, we,
in fact exist to resist dying long enough
-infinite form- to
comprehend the winds of change, loosed
from fists imagined divine, scripture,
amusement themed re-liga-ment,
le-***-a-mental, right thinking,

in deed,
done so fast, we past all understanding

landing
softly
where wisdom contentment is tested.
mind
the rules
of order, noble souls,
rare incorruptible powers
that be,
as we so often proclaim,
beyond me,
as we so often contend
in pride, resisting heroically,
with the consensus, us
against all not us, alienated minds,
foreign reasons adhered
to for war, as reared,
indoors,
around the hearth,
absorbing value from your worth-ship,
expressed,
my most right mind, my satisfied mind, we use
when the authorized performance
of the formula, demands clapping
one hand of each kind, to synchronize our watches.


Divide the sky,
I look north, you look south
imagine we agreed already to look for life,
is it here?

You do know, few weigh mere words for worth,
a mortal, according to the culture adapted
from hunters served milk and honey
by pastoral people's adapted
to digest lactose.

Serious word use, with signs and wonders,
began when man assumed he was as wonderful
as life,
in truth.

Ask and you shall receive, the means to leave a message,
without a riddle.

The medium is the message, rub that in, what you are
speaks so loudly nothing else makes sense,
then
what?

Be, be on, go on, singin' in the rain, I happy again,
boppity boo, too, go on

Thinking worthy ideas rethinkable,

let me tell you prosaically, perhaps,

words with understood stick-to- bottom
like rice, re
think ai as art intuition, think
stuck
to the bottom of the ***,
some first word sense is held, still good.

El, breath, yes, alive am I, bverytrue,
I survived to look back and laugh,

thinking to myself, the augmented mind,
the unbelievable believed let go, be free
form
of human kindness, your kindness.

Most revered reading mind, read mine,
let it seem at home in your reading mind.

There. We did that.
This is after that, long after reality agreement,
this is it, Dr. Zorba taught all boomers,
birth, death, infinity…
Dr. Zorba, on Ben Casey…
I knew him first as Gunga Din, {deen}
I learned a certain lie, glorified, just if-I'd…
I gave birth to the emperically deceived mind
- trump mindghuck attention diversion attempt
- flaunted and foiled in one fell swoop.
Nike,
the feeling, wah who won, we won, raw raw raw,
Victorious Peace rush, whoosh we won
sigh
science is
fundamental heavy,
base mortal honed most point,
extremely dense, in every conceivable sense.

heavy, primordially pre next, post never,
that was the unbelievable part, never
was
we one, we was always we, at the base, fundus
mundus.
z bottom of all hell broken loose,
at points past
our peace, perhaps,
at the moment,
now is not all
of this ever after, we have in truth,

hope must answer to, in truth, eh, wisdom
makes
peace
possible, in you
in me, on time in time, we do

what the truth would do if it were you
in this wedom of words we all comprehend,
---------------
This old Vietnam veteran of the class still alive in 2023.
The entertainment deme aimed at -- action
with grey hair heros.
Long haired, bearded old dude, once
reported as having been a bearded youth,

Now, I am a rumpled specimen
of those media reflections,
my mind resighing,
interruptions are as sure
to come, as offences, pinched
nerve Patriotismismismismism sheisschismmmmm
pop.
------------------
I was walking on my reward, my own treetop deck,
thinking something I was doing was not right,
like low down right,
lowest known, right, which hand do you throw with.
Right, lefties, to this very day, exist,
to put a twist on things,

politics is polimental agreement formation,
monstor's are made this way, evil knowers, thinking
nothing ever after is real, any way,

we words to the wise, we say nay, laugh, knowing
science wins, by faith in wisdom's promise,

still
small
voice,
this is the way, first peaceable,
peace be with you, we say, amen,
you, too.

Like romcom love declarations, difficult
to make meaningful after alls been seen done.

Neurons that mirror amused mind states,
we contain, as wet ware, we feel emotions aimed
at us, at any age,
Fantasia at age two, for me. '
Formed the informed me.
And you,
now that I think about the qwerty guy trained
ambidextrously, that is me, I can type, on a keyboard.

And I know monkeys cannot, but many have imagined,
Shakespeare was Bacon, and Bacon, St. Germain,
and Julian Huxley's tech level made me think that,
link thinking to Aldous, 1957 M.I.T.
What a piece of work man is.

Gaseous we, the concept, passes as common knowledge.

I read as much, who cares, I ask, I wish to know, I say,
we must needs agree,
or our intent to implement the bomb

worked. This is 2024. I did not die in 2023, I think I am a thought
thoroughly satisfied with the seed I have sown and grown
into another hap filled future for however long it seems...
This is ever after all.
hi da s Oct 2017
as mãos mal suportam o silêncio.
se movem a cada dois segundos.
e o mesmo timbre de voz fala e fala e fala.
pausas de incertezas
parece buscar palavras.
é um homem que julga ser sábio mas vai negar se o perguntarem.
ninguém liga. deixam uma das mãos no queixo só pra mostrarem-se interessados.
o que pensam nesse agora? claro que estão longe, mas seus corpos se encontram aqui.
os olhos parecem viver numa agonia que queima devido as paredes brancas.
o ar é pesado.
o clima sempre muda, mas nunca aqui dentro.
precisa-se de ações pra não enlouquecer ao encarar e ouvir a voz do mesmo timbre.
nenhum de nós gostaríamos de estar aqui se pudéssemos escolher.
o timbre constante é atravessado por outro e dura pouco. fundamentos.
já não há mais o que sugar.
o que costumava ser bom, perdeu-se com o tempo. nós mesmos causamos tudo isso e culpamos uns aos outros sem assumir a culpa.
agora seria bom ser amigo do mar e visitá-lo prum café envolto numa colcha macia com os pés na areia.
se pudéssemos escolher é pra lá que iríamos.
notas sobre se sentir preso numa sala de aula.

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