ErnestoEstefan - Hello Poetry

It’s not about yesterday , I am not even breaking the tomorrow’s bread , It’s about this very moment , Every new sunrise destroys the moon , Every new sunset creates another one , The stars never complain about this foreplay , They are selfish , maybe , Just like you and me , And the sky is the cryptic god of this lucid script . When they make love , They are indisputable , Irresistible , Irreversible , No one can intervene the realm of the loudest silence . They moan just like you and I , But who is giving an ear ? Can they ? Can you ? Can I ? It’s never enough , Neither content . They sleep on each other’s chest , Just like you sleep in tranquility on my cynical palm . How humane is to complain about love ? Some are afraid to embrace , They will complain about others . Someone should interpret the silence , Then you too may say “ well said ” .

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC

Well said

It’s not about yesterday , I am not even breaking the tomorrow’s bread , It’s about this very moment , Every new sunrise destroys the moon , Every new sunset creates another one , The stars never complain about this foreplay , They are selfish , maybe , Just like you and me , And the sky is the cryptic god of this lucid script . When they make love , They are indisputable , Irresistible , Irreversible , No one can intervene the realm of the loudest silence . They moan just like you and I , But who is giving an ear ? Can they ? Can you ? Can I ? It’s never enough , Neither content . They sleep on each other’s chest , Just like you sleep in tranquility on my cynical palm . How humane is to complain about love ? Some are afraid to embrace , They will complain about others . Someone should interpret the silence , Then you too may say “ well said ” .

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The god welcomed you in the garden of six flowers , You entered with a rose in your hand , He turned it into a dark winter night , And you shivered with your half naked mind , Partly open , Partly obscured , Seeking freedom but it needs a cure , All He gave you with rest of the five was love , And nothing much . The shepherds and the hitchhikers they seduced the lambs , You whispered in God's ear " hallowed be thy name " ©

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Mar 11, 2018

Mar 11, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC

Notch

The god welcomed you in the garden of six flowers , You entered with a rose in your hand , He turned it into a dark winter night , And you shivered with your half naked mind , Partly open , Partly obscured , Seeking freedom but it needs a cure , All He gave you with rest of the five was love , And nothing much . The shepherds and the hitchhikers they seduced the lambs , You whispered in God's ear " hallowed be thy name " ©

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So , this is how it goes , They say , Home is where heart is , I say , heart can change its course , They agreed and said , change is the only constant , It’s like the unstoppable breeze of spring , So , home can also change its address , This is how it rests , We know we are sinners , But never tried to identify the sins , For you have lied , I have too , So did they . But how long shall it be carried in the stomach of moon ? For I have learned and unlearned too , So this is how it moves , In ecstatic motion , Sometimes tipsy and bewildered too , Never stops and denies too . And it shall be learnt that the course is endless , Like the roaring ocean it has its depression too , And it pushes the earth beneath you too , So I can say , the storm has risen . And the wise shall let it flow till it demolishes its mirror .

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC

Cramping silence

So , this is how it goes , They say , Home is where heart is , I say , heart can change its course , They agreed and said , change is the only constant , It’s like the unstoppable breeze of spring , So , home can also change its address , This is how it rests , We know we are sinners , But never tried to identify the sins , For you have lied , I have too , So did they . But how long shall it be carried in the stomach of moon ? For I have learned and unlearned too , So this is how it moves , In ecstatic motion , Sometimes tipsy and bewildered too , Never stops and denies too . And it shall be learnt that the course is endless , Like the roaring ocean it has its depression too , And it pushes the earth beneath you too , So I can say , the storm has risen . And the wise shall let it flow till it demolishes its mirror .

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All of them words I know they are going to heal you , Because they are going to kiss you , But whom would you like to take them kisses from ? One of them is blue and the other one is purple , perplexed , I hope you won’t mind the green too , But the red one ? that might devast your lips , pinks too . I know you are feeling better now , but you don’t still know about the yellow , That raises a sun rise into you , And , maybe the sun is warm , Not scrotching but irritating , It might keep you in circles of hallos , And now I know you are thinking , You don’t always like the paradox , do you ? What do you think heart always peace the mind or piece too ? And now you are rubbed in every corner of your conscious , you don’t like questions while you are thinking , do you ? The third question , I am sure it boiled you . And since you are boiled you are not going to speak but smile , And it could be cold or childish both , Whichever the moment demands , But wait , have I told you about the purple one ? It ripples and tears the heart , The purple is the darker of them I have mentioned , Poisonous as it loves too , Loves without propaganda and agenda , The theories are difficult so . Now you are rubbed and scratched , You didn’t want it this way, do you ? The fire which burns the slowest burns the most , It can even not be the brightest , Like a flickering cricket on you . Still what it shows is indifferenceness , And the price for love can only be love , Isn’t that ? ©

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Feb 24, 2018

Feb 24, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC

indifferenceness

All of them words I know they are going to heal you , Because they are going to kiss you , But whom would you like to take them kisses from ? One of them is blue and the other one is purple , perplexed , I hope you won’t mind the green too , But the red one ? that might devast your lips , pinks too . I know you are feeling better now , but you don’t still know about the yellow , That raises a sun rise into you , And , maybe the sun is warm , Not scrotching but irritating , It might keep you in circles of hallos , And now I know you are thinking , You don’t always like the paradox , do you ? What do you think heart always peace the mind or piece too ? And now you are rubbed in every corner of your conscious , you don’t like questions while you are thinking , do you ? The third question , I am sure it boiled you . And since you are boiled you are not going to speak but smile , And it could be cold or childish both , Whichever the moment demands , But wait , have I told you about the purple one ? It ripples and tears the heart , The purple is the darker of them I have mentioned , Poisonous as it loves too , Loves without propaganda and agenda , The theories are difficult so . Now you are rubbed and scratched , You didn’t want it this way, do you ? The fire which burns the slowest burns the most , It can even not be the brightest , Like a flickering cricket on you . Still what it shows is indifferenceness , And the price for love can only be love , Isn’t that ? ©

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This is Just to remind you , I love anything that is you , Without learning the past and seeing the future , I love anything that is you , You are the moment , The present I live in , And every kiss that has been sealed by this toxin , They are just to intoxicate you , I love anything that is you , So that I live and you in peace , I love anything that is you , So that the water that I drink taste like you , The bread that I bite taste like you , And The wine that I pour on my soul , Channels some life what I haven't breathe yet , So that you can only sleep in dream which is sweet , And the bitter nightmare becomes nothing but a cup of intriguing coffee, I love anything that is you , So that the river runs to the middle of the ocean to see how beautiful the sun set is , I love anything that is you , So that the fire burns and melts too , I love anything that is you , So that the universe can taste itself and keep circling too .

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Feb 15, 2018

Feb 15, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC

I love anything

This is Just to remind you , I love anything that is you , Without learning the past and seeing the future , I love anything that is you , You are the moment , The present I live in , And every kiss that has been sealed by this toxin , They are just to intoxicate you , I love anything that is you , So that I live and you in peace , I love anything that is you , So that the water that I drink taste like you , The bread that I bite taste like you , And The wine that I pour on my soul , Channels some life what I haven't breathe yet , So that you can only sleep in dream which is sweet , And the bitter nightmare becomes nothing but a cup of intriguing coffee, I love anything that is you , So that the river runs to the middle of the ocean to see how beautiful the sun set is , I love anything that is you , So that the fire burns and melts too , I love anything that is you , So that the universe can taste itself and keep circling too .

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And then you wake up from another dream, Unlike a nightmare a dream is always sweet , Scratched down in forbidden walls , You find the afternoon sour and rough , The evening can be bitter , Or Maybe better , The bitter can be better too , While numerous scars left on thy heart , The dripping blood is never enough red too , It burns twice or thrice in every second, In every moment a bit too , And then you fall in an ocean of vultures , Where the ravens are crooning high and low, You rush to every corner to find a door , But the walls are getting higher now , Forbidden they , for you dull , Like a damsel's midnight hue , The only thing you find in the walls , A bottle of spirit which is blue , Have you ever wondered how does it feel , When you pour it on your bruise? The cut is deep, flesh on hit , It's just the scratch numbs you slow . ©

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Feb 9, 2018

Feb 9, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC

Bottle of Blue

And then you wake up from another dream, Unlike a nightmare a dream is always sweet , Scratched down in forbidden walls , You find the afternoon sour and rough , The evening can be bitter , Or Maybe better , The bitter can be better too , While numerous scars left on thy heart , The dripping blood is never enough red too , It burns twice or thrice in every second, In every moment a bit too , And then you fall in an ocean of vultures , Where the ravens are crooning high and low, You rush to every corner to find a door , But the walls are getting higher now , Forbidden they , for you dull , Like a damsel's midnight hue , The only thing you find in the walls , A bottle of spirit which is blue , Have you ever wondered how does it feel , When you pour it on your bruise? The cut is deep, flesh on hit , It's just the scratch numbs you slow . ©

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I drank the ocean from the mouth of a galaxy , Electrifying was it’s tide , And the surface of the waves was smooth , Smooth like avocado’s stomach , It glides the surfer towards the crooning cyclone , But cosmic is the cluster , Where no moon howls or star whirls , leads to endless catharsis , I drank the ocean from the mouth of a galaxy , Like the wolves and hyenas drink blood , Like the vulture waits for every last drop of the deceased , I took time and I drank till it ends . ©

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Feb 5, 2018

Feb 5, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC

The Ocean

I drank the ocean from the mouth of a galaxy , Electrifying was it’s tide , And the surface of the waves was smooth , Smooth like avocado’s stomach , It glides the surfer towards the crooning cyclone , But cosmic is the cluster , Where no moon howls or star whirls , leads to endless catharsis , I drank the ocean from the mouth of a galaxy , Like the wolves and hyenas drink blood , Like the vulture waits for every last drop of the deceased , I took time and I drank till it ends . ©

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Cigarettes after cigarettes after cigarettes , Barrels of nicotines Sometimes green flowers with harsh smoke veil , Her tunnel she mazed with mist of darkness , Weaving the oblivion never knew where it leads , How it ends , She kept practising over and over again . His voice was cold , Yet heavy and bold , Paving the dim yellow lights He drilled the night's routine , Chased the bewildered dream , Like a wind and unseen , Reached the volcano's end , He saw her glistening eyes , No matter how dark the shade was , How in distant it was , Still shined like the silver queen of the sun , In her nest , panting , uncanny was her dance beat , Euphoric ideas enthralled by his sight , Roared in her veins , Like a blue bird she wanted to fly away , Like a humming bird she was crooning to his breath , A gorgeous gladiolus that she smelled , Quivered her toes from beneath the planet . Between the bars two glances were met . ©

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Jan 30, 2018

Jan 30, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC

Between The Bars

Cigarettes after cigarettes after cigarettes , Barrels of nicotines Sometimes green flowers with harsh smoke veil , Her tunnel she mazed with mist of darkness , Weaving the oblivion never knew where it leads , How it ends , She kept practising over and over again . His voice was cold , Yet heavy and bold , Paving the dim yellow lights He drilled the night's routine , Chased the bewildered dream , Like a wind and unseen , Reached the volcano's end , He saw her glistening eyes , No matter how dark the shade was , How in distant it was , Still shined like the silver queen of the sun , In her nest , panting , uncanny was her dance beat , Euphoric ideas enthralled by his sight , Roared in her veins , Like a blue bird she wanted to fly away , Like a humming bird she was crooning to his breath , A gorgeous gladiolus that she smelled , Quivered her toes from beneath the planet . Between the bars two glances were met . ©

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The morning was harsh , And it hurt. The sun was bleeding , The morning felt the burn . It hurt bad , The heart was heavy , Heaving with shrouded shout , It hurt . But do not let the door stay closed , If it hurts , let it hurt more , The wine turned black , The lunatic bled , And every drop of blood, she tenderly swept , The noon was harsh , And it hurt , The sun was obscured , The clouds were black , It hurt bad , Really really bad , His breath was heavy , Suffocated , Smothered in wound , It hurt bad , But do not let the door stay closed , If it hurts , let it hurt more , The spoon turned red , With the heat he freed , The lunatic bled , And every drop of blood, she tenderly swept , The afternoon was a rush , He could not weave a new burn , But he melt . The flame , The ruin , The wound , The unseen , Forsaken . The night was cold , Snowy and alone , He could not breathe , Still he spoke , Mistaken , misfortune , She nurtured , She swept , Every drop he bled . It hurts , It is wounded . ©

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Jan 28, 2018

Jan 28, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC

It hurts

The morning was harsh , And it hurt. The sun was bleeding , The morning felt the burn . It hurt bad , The heart was heavy , Heaving with shrouded shout , It hurt . But do not let the door stay closed , If it hurts , let it hurt more , The wine turned black , The lunatic bled , And every drop of blood, she tenderly swept , The noon was harsh , And it hurt , The sun was obscured , The clouds were black , It hurt bad , Really really bad , His breath was heavy , Suffocated , Smothered in wound , It hurt bad , But do not let the door stay closed , If it hurts , let it hurt more , The spoon turned red , With the heat he freed , The lunatic bled , And every drop of blood, she tenderly swept , The afternoon was a rush , He could not weave a new burn , But he melt . The flame , The ruin , The wound , The unseen , Forsaken . The night was cold , Snowy and alone , He could not breathe , Still he spoke , Mistaken , misfortune , She nurtured , She swept , Every drop he bled . It hurts , It is wounded . ©

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So, I entered the tavern , The winebringer served me with ancient bottle of silver wine , I poured it on my soul , Each and every drop , And it became Love .

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Jan 28, 2018

Jan 28, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC

Beloved’s Touch

So, I entered the tavern , The winebringer served me with ancient bottle of silver wine , I poured it on my soul , Each and every drop , And it became Love .

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