From ice to fire
To land from sea
The deepest desire
Stands carefree
Before the endless
Rides of night and day
Two siblings happy to say
They see him, sorrowful raven, mess
Not a haven in his mind
To appease the lost divine
Yet a stirred soul lies behind
This truth bound by a whine
In chase still alive
A little they smile
No haste given
No sadness forgiven
Left now with the empty sky
Of fully woven worlds
"With our dull ****** swords
We fight to try and lose high
But what of a stray ****
In a forest of boreal trees
Funeral only awaits my plead
To forever cease"
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC
Today the birds chose to sleep.
Today the sun began to cool.
Today I didn't feel the need to live.
And today my soldier came back.
There wasn't a single tear from the skies.
Silence. Second silence. Third silence.
But no silence could ever heal my heart.
So I cried for an eternity. Then two. Then three.
Waiting for him to calm me.
Waiting for someone to calm me.
Waiting for sleep to calm me.
Waiting in silence for an eternity.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
Little bell, shining gold.
Let me tell you of my accord.
Let me sing you by my chord.
What my life has made me hold.
Little bell, sunrise child.
My love for you was never mild.
My love for you was always wild.
For you, my only, I´ve always smiled.
Little bell, tender dream.
Render my lips only yours.
Render my life your open doors.
I kiss you evermore it would seem.
Little bell, happy times.
When by you, my body lies.
When by you, my mind dies.
I'll still see the twinkle in your eyes.
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 4:46 PM UTC
In every ray
of sun, I pray
to bask in your glory
to hum my story.
My petty little story...
With every breath
I welcome death
your cold hug
your final tug.
With my petty little body...
Cover my eyes
to see the final sunrise
underneath the mass
that you let pass
above my petty little bed...
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 4:48 PM UTC
From ground
Silent and bound
To heaven
Wishful and haven
Cradle of everything
That's left to think
Unscathed by time
Still reeks of thyme
There the gods reside
To be saved from thunder
There the gods abide
To be saved from plunder
Catching life
Of lonely beings
One big hive
Full of meanings
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
High
Looming
And
Scheming
Low
Covering
And
Screaming
In the ray of my light
Here stay into my sight
Laid in your almighty throne
Wine over your toga we will mourn
Have you decided?
To be left unguided?
No matter what
I won't miss the cut
Dedicated for you only
Now sleep soundly
Maybe not tonight
Only I made to be right
Still remain
Above you
Fear
Am
I
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 3:02 AM UTC
Unheard my scream
dances in the air.
Forseen my actions were,
cruel to you, my people, seems
the portrait I have painted.
Unseen my creation lies
in the rubble with the earth destroyed.
My heart to dread toyed
with my mind. Stare dies
at the portrait I have painted.
Unloved, sitting by the window
I await further notice.
Reflection that malice
has beaten to sow
the sadness into the portrait I have painted.
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC
I.
In the land far away,
where the feared knight
still roams night and day,
forgetful of his steed and might,
I lay in forgotten stones.
In this ancient coffin, my abode,
I listen to whispered tones,
from ages and times, about
to lose their pale.
The scratched tapestries unveil.
II.
When this tragedy is tangled no more,
I will sleep my rest,
closed eyes with sore,
and a hounding pest
at my feet that plucks me apart.
If without a scream I shall lose,
my sense of being, my heart ****
with the anguish of my dearest Muse.
The chivalrous soul of mine,
would disappear in time.
III.
A fatal blow would prove to be,
the sorrows of my people, my love,
for they hold out candles out for me
when sways in wind a pale dove.
Without this lighthouse,
just like a corsair without his men,
- my fires ***** and douse
quick as they darken -
Foreigner of the people that once were.
Stranger of his neighbors, fellow pair.
IV.
All this I uncover in our misty
and dying chronicles,
that seep from the attic, a dusty
worm-filled hole with obstacles
thrown all around.
Somehow, the sulfuric hand
guided and bound
me to this newfound land.
Now, I leave my diary to rot
with the rest of this abysmal lot
V.
and see for my self I will,
through the eyes
of great delight, that still
thank the Lord for the rise
of my homeland, my dear Spain.
So speak to me, not through whispers,
but thunderous march. In vain,
I've called out to you, disperse
my puny efforts and become real
or my crust, my shell you'll peel.
VI.
Forever, for forever engravings
shall burn with lushness,
the tint and stings
on my canvas. Redness
eaten away by heroic equals.
Forever, for forever I wear
this cloak unwrapped. Rumples
or smiles come up. I spare
them of their rugged hatred.
Here I come, my love, forever sacred.
VII.
While birds have sung
their heart's quaver,
from threads, I hung
not to waver.
The one leading, guiding,
and scheming my escape,
the one who brought me to the brink
of death, as Zeus tried to ****
Europa so did Mother Nature.
Her vivid corpse cold as a glacier
VIII.
I've kissed countless times.
She brought the beast back to life,
like a beggar awarded with dimes.
Now I've caught up to the strife,
the woe that plagues me I've seduced
with frisky moments, and pedant
efforts to capture the spruced
scene that grows around. Hesitant,
my chimera has become.
I await the return of the lost one.
IX.
En Plein air, that's how they call
my unhinged creations,
when behind the marble wall
a mess of colors invokes sensation.
While my dreams still lure
me to believe far voices,
some have caught here for sure
and my attention poses
openly to these claims.
So I have taken a few new names.
X.
Heat shines
among the littered bricks,
that shape these cheerful chimes
and clouds puff and huff. Cheeks
of young and fertile women
reflect the solar flare
that forecasts a prosperous omen
about to arrive and meet my stare.
Beautiful, sweet, and sunny. See
them exit my breast free.
XI.
Smite me almost did Saint Peter
when into his otherworldly
palace naive and eager
I walked boldly
on thin ice for a silhouette,
****** Mary, I thought at first
I saw. Godly choral, a duet,
with a phantom throat, full of thirst,
I couldn't quench
and closed shut, the hinge
XII.
wouldn't move.
Truth be told, I was in heaven.
Bliss and sooth
fell on my shoulders. Raven
of doubt, nowhere near.
This is it, come here, my angel.
A single tear
drowned in a bust stable
with years. But the second
briskly happened.
XIII.
No more could I look at her
with these sinful hopes.
Bind her figure and tear
that coal habit. Robes
of pure essence
defend from ***** folk.
They shine of transcendence
that God willed to stalk
their highness.
Look could I look no more, no less.
XIV.
Steps turned to miles
from wings, I stole.
Once church's tiles
now are a single pole.
Like a chess piece
without the restrains
of playful dynasties.
Still, it pains
me when I escaped
and the way I paved.
XV.
Here I notice
your toppled towers.
Giants left this
as a reminder. Showers
of needles deep in your skin
I enter and cry.
Where did it begin?
I ask while I sigh.
My lips against yours
where attack did sores.
XVI.
Final light
shines through your veins
as I uncover what's right
while stains
of buckets of blood
collide with my
own sacrifice. Flood
hardens my tie
to you, dear Barcelona.
I become one with your persona.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 1:51 AM UTC