Masses flooding
running, gushing
in sclerotic streets
from Heliopolis to downtown Cairo
and from the great pyramid
to the stone lions
of Pre-colonial royalty
over the river Nile
lost in the way for country heart
me, my soul, and couple of my friends
whom I lead to end arteries
of the city hemorrhagic
were shot by snipers
of Victorian
national police
and some years later,
I want to write a poem
let´s say cosmic
or universal
about that trio human
dream, death and deception
"Emilio, Lorenzo, Enrique
Fueron los tres en mis manos"
a cancer larynx revolution,
of bad alcohol and tobacco?
two holy hands of fate,
and one of eternal ************
and a bored Lenin setting behind a screen?
(the algorithm will do the masses
when the masses are ready to run )
but time as God
is a lazy surgeon
forgot a scalpel in my throat
and I am being cured of every thing
even the nasty hollow
of my tired voice.
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 3:02 PM UTC
My sweetheart
You were born
Right when I had just entered
Into the holy circle of death
Of eternity
Of chocolate and coffee despair
Both dark and bitter
Mar 30, 2023
Mar 30, 2023 at 12:51 PM UTC
She learnt to be defensive
She knows she's mean
I learnt to be aggressive
I know I am deceived
We utter goodbyes
with fearful smiles
And decide to break up
minutes after
We know each other
like cats
when we are together
but then she leaves me
with bitter colours on her lipstick
And a wandering third eye
of a princess in exile.
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 8:58 PM UTC
Masses flooding
running, gushing
in sclerotic streets
from Heliopolis to downtown Cairo
and from the great pyramid
to the stone lions
of Pre-colonial royalty
over the river Nile
lost in the way for country heart
me, my soul, and couple of my friends
whom I lead to end arteries
of the city hemorrhagic
were shot by snipers
of Victorian
national police
and some years later,
I want to write a poem
let´s say cosmic
or universal
about that trio human
dream, death and deception
"Emilio, Lorenzo, Enrique
Fueron los tres en mis manos"
a cancer larynx revolution,
of bad alcohol and tobacco?
two holy hands of fate,
and one of eternal ************
and a bored Lenin setting behind a screen?
(the algorithm will do the masses
when the masses are ready to run )
but time as God
is a lazy surgeon
forgot a scalpel in my throat
and I am being cured of every thing
even the nasty hollow
of my tired voice.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC
In a dolls’ city
nothing can be felt
but threads
nothing make sense
but shouts and laughter
blood is a mere color
that tends to catch the eye
and make the dolls speak
out of real passion.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 5:24 PM UTC
I don't know
Whether sky plays earth!
Water running in circles
As if it's inhaled
Or ****** by earthy lips
And so clouds also
move along as ribs
In a breathing chest
You pass your legs into water
"how it is cold and fresh!"
and Sun, is hotter than blood
Feeding the sandy flesh
Your eyes're green at night
sunny in the afternoon
And honey in the early morning
My own are really dark!
I cannot clearly see
where poems are born
They say that neurons
Sink in a salty water
-sodium and chloride-
Just like the sea
I look at those blackish
Brainy rocky islands
And think :
Only sweet water
Could dig its own way
Through this earth's wound
gathering lonely colors :
"Schwarz, Grün , und Gelb"
On either banks of the Nile
passing by the cataract.
1st August 2017,
Aswan - Luxor
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC