De todos los laberintos el mejor es el que no conduce a nada y ni siquiera va sembrando indicios ya que aquellos otros esos pocos que llevan a alguna parte siempre terminan en la fosa común
así que lo mejor es continuar vagando entre ángulos rectos y mixtilíneos pasadizos curvos o sinuosos meandros existenciales / doctrinas en zigzag remansos del amor / veredas del desquite en obstinada búsqueda de lo inhallable
y si en algún momento se avizora la salida prevista o imprevista lo más aconsejable es retroceder y meterse de nuevo y de lleno en el dédalo que es nuestro refugio
después de todo el laberinto es una forma relativamente amena de aplazar cualquier postrimería
el laberinto / además de trillada metáfora frecuentada por borges y otros aventajados discípulos y acólitos del rey minos es simplemente eso / un laberinto / cortázar se quejaba / entre otras cosas / de que ya no hubiera laberintos pero qué sino un laberinto es su rayuela descreída y fértil
forzado a elegir entre los más renombrados digamos los laberintos de creta samos y fayum me quedo con el de los cuentos de mi abuela que no dejaba vislumbrar ninguna escapatoria
en verdad en verdad os digo que la única fórmula para arrendar la esquiva eternidad es no salir jamás del laberinto o sea seguir dudando y bifurcándose y titubeando
o más bien simulando dudas bifurcaciones y titubeos a fin de que los leviatanes se confundan
así y todo el laberinto es tabla de salvación para aquellos que tienen vocación de inmortales el único inconveniente es que la eternidad / como bien deben saberlo el padre eterno y su cohorte de canonizados / suele ser mortalmente aburrida
Her eyes were fiery While her lips peeled away Her sun was setting But her colors never fade When she bites she is bitter But when she smiles she is sweet Like a nectarine emblem She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
One never really knows the need of friends till they're alone When there's no one to ring and not a text on the phone No joy to be shared, no dialing nose just a tone Pinocchio, you're fine on your own
A once dear friend And I met up; Twenty years since we spoke, And neither one could talk. We left each other's company On terms of disagreement. The ice was thick; The air was clouded; We stood beneath the shade. The mountain didn't fall; The earth didn't swallow; The roof stayed on. Nothing cracked our uncertainty. Then we misquoted some old Misunderstood memories Of why we went our ways. We felt the same.
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
Fast forward, rewind Play & Repeat Our life made up From this beautiful beat Rewind Fast forward play then pause Ejected are we when they discover our flaws Rewind Fast forward play then pause..... What happens next will surprise us all
I trace my mind for things to say Of how you left my heart in disarray I think of all the times we had Trying to find the ones that were not so bad Some days I wonder if we would’ve made it Maybe if we didn’t always fake it The love we had was so raw, so true And all I can think about are the memories of you As days go by I slowly see Everything I wish we could be My heart is hurting as I try To slowly say my final goodbye
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
I’m here looking down on it all wrapped in a blanket a book lies next to me pages flipping themselves in the cool summer breeze inside are the sounds of life outside are the sounds of the questioning the air is filled with random notes fluttering around me like guardian angels I know why they’re here
darkness sat down next to me to keep me company we look at the flickering lights in the distance he tells me you’d do fine down there if you wanted to be a light surrounded by light but then he shifts his gaze the moonlight dancing through his being but you’d do great up there be a light where no one has dared to be and with that he left
Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim .
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again