I don't believe in soul mates
What I do believe in
Is people that connect
On some deeper level
Immediately upon acquaintance
And not meaning you agree
On where to eat for dinner
But the connection where your heart
Seems to slip out
Of your rib cage
Because it's found a home
Outside of your chest.

Sometimes,
being good
isn't about
acting kind.

Fri, 23rd August 2019

I know we've met before
Let it be in dreams or real life
I know you're my better half

Life is a song
Emotions are its lyrics
Heart is rhythm
Audience is world
Duration is short
Sing the song as it deserves

Outside my building live the sinners

My door cracked and full of splinters

Televised endless vicious dance

For she's seen it ten times on Mars

Cooking eggs to cure the hunger

Cats in buildings,bored in summer

Idles hands are bad
but spare time
is the wildness of the polymath.

gracias aroma
azul,
fogata
encelo.

Gracias pelo
caballo
mandarino.

Gracias pudor
turquesa
embrujo
vela,
llamarada
quietud
azar
delirio.

Gra­cias a los racimos
a la tarde,
a la sed
al fervor
a las arrugas,
al silencio
a los senos
a la noche,
a la danza
a la lumbre
a la espesura.

Muchas gracias al humo
a los microbios,
al despertar
al cuerno
a la belleza,
a la esponja
a la duda
a la semilla,
a la sangre
a los toros
a la siesta.

Gracias por la ebriedad,
por la vagancia,
por el aire
la piel
las alamedas,
por el absurdo de hoy
y de mañana,
desazón
avidez
calma
alegría,
nostalgia
desamor
ceniza llanto.

Gracias a lo que nace,
a lo que muere,
a las uñas
las alas
las hormigas,
los reflejos
el viento
la rompiente,
el olvido
los granos
la locura.

Muchas gracias gusano.
Gracias huevo.
Gracias fango,
sonido.
Gracias piedra.
Muchas gracias por todo
Muchas gracias.


Oliverio Girondo,
agradecido.

So much depends
Upon

A great blue
Ocean

Blanketing over the
fishes

Shimmering under the
Sun

"O.J., there's been another man whom
I've needed and I've loved..."

"I understand," said O.J. sympathetically.

Time to forgo the idyllic promises
Of love and its crimson garden
Avow at last for anarchic solitude
That leaves me craving,
but never starving

What is centered in my
mind is a beginning anew

When mountains of doubt
embrace rivers of confidence,

Towering above what is
to come forward

That bring forth a solidified
truth, unwavered from deceit

Oh, graceful waters that sway
me in a new direction,

A beginning anew


—
Melody
8/22/19

You held the paper
between you lips
and inhaled

I've never
Been so jealous
Of a cigarette

Sun and moon collide to cotort the figure,
Melting him like ice,
Presing skin,and stetching it thinly as to
Resemble the endless Lethe

My shadow
it wants to be me,
it's jealous,
can't walk and can't sleep.
It thinks
that I'm living a dream,
and to be me
it would do anything.

Be careful
what you wish for
- I say to it.

with everything she felt
she filled her canvas,
each steady stroke,
a symphony of
                               emotion.

every time she cried
she picked up her palette  
and created a woman that
wasn't so
                               b r o k e n.

released from their grasp
she reached for her brush
and created a woman that
no one could
                                touch.

victorious in defeat the
world would soon listen,
maybe one day,
they'd stop blaming the victim.

As the bright sun poured down on her with its searing heat, she stepped under the waterfall and let the cool water cool and refresh her

Waterfall

As the water poured over her it offered a soothing reprieve from the sun and heat

Waterfall

Eventually a cool breeze came and gently blew across her face

Leaving a sensation of peace and calm

Waterfall

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

Black
     1.  James Brown
     2.  Michael Jackson
     3.  Terence Treat Darby
     4.  Sammy Davis Jr.
      5.  Prince
white
      1.  Donald O'Connor
      2.  Danny Kaye
      3.  Frank Sinatra
      4.  Don Rickles
      5.  Jonathan Winters
let's do the females
black
      1.  Ella Fitzgerald
      2.  Carmen McCrae
      3.  Brandy
      4.  Rihanna
      5.  Beyonc'e
white
       1.   Cher
       2.  Judy Garland
       3.  Sally Field
       4.  Lana Turner
       5.  Arlene Dahl

The heart is burning;
Flames that burn souls--undying.
Let love extinguish.

“This is my last time”,
I said 4 times ago
As I paint my brittle fingernails
Red with blood

from my number one
to the one i can't even look at.
our friendship slipped
out of our fingers
all due to your
lies and fake personality.

Let it break you
Cut your fingertips
On the shards
Let it change you
Find new edges
And shapes in the glass
Let it remake you
Reflect the damage back
With bloodied mirror fragments
Leave your memory
Deep in their marrow
Haunt the corners of their sight

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.

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