All felt as you´d never be back
Indifference´s felt means odds you lack
The sight of baby-blue skies where all black
Science superstitious, religious of luck
Still I knew it all went to ****
Turns of life never warn, uncertainty hands me garn
Sailing adrift for so long, I stopped giving a ****
As clouds turned grey, wind ought to obey
I sailed smooth as art being kind as we both just layed
Future blank. Still I hope your heart, mind and lust stayed
Rarely I´ve bowed but for you I´ve prayed.
Now all is white
Nothing to see but light
Skeptical still I think this might;
Turn the wheel to be where there´s bright.
We´ll see times getting dark
We´ll not treat them as a snark
We´ll grow
We´ll comprehend
We´ll never know
What we´ll have to amend
But we´ll both know, we have a friend.
I´ll paint my platonic muse
All but faint, pantonic colors in use
Love´s now a truce; &
Forever that canvas will hang loose
And such sight will sound blues;&
my eyes will always amuse.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
El llora, pretendiendo que así ella sabe lo que el siente
Ella ignora, entendiendo que la imaginación miente
Los yerros de la vida son peores en acciones omisas
No hay silogismo si no haces las premisas
El futuro es presente, ya la ha olvidado
No se tortura pensando que habrá pasado
Con un muro en su mente, ella lo ha recordado
Vueltas de humo, cual las que el barón rojo ha zurcado.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
Life spent as lent
Twirls of uncondescending senseless ideas my mouth spew
Saying words I didn’t meant
Sadness of all leafs autumn threw
Where did it all go, all the magic´s gone?
All is seen unclearly beneath the pelagic under the sun
Reminders from yesterday make me reminisce de past
Concluding with hopes that this won´t last.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:39 AM UTC
Es el cayose tu razón
Por pensar con el corazón; y
Tu pretendido caparazón
Sentirá esa comezón
Es quien no sabes darle adjetivo
Puede molestarse por no ser objetivo
Tu apenas dándote cuenta que estás vivo; y
Sin idea lo que tienes enfrente es tu motivo
Tal ves esto no es una canción
Al no tener melodía
Pero lo que vivo y lo que escribo van en perfecta sintonía: y mi
Melodía es el estar a su lado ya sea de noche o de día.
Quizá no fuera tampoco un poema
Pero lo poético no es el arte sino el tema
Serán olas de inspiración tan altas a las que mi persona no tema
Aunque sea yo en el medio quien rema.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
Es ella; La del bar
Nunca hubo persona más bella
Ni nadie más quien admirar
Luz de una estrella
Poco iba a pensar
Lo que en mi iba a marcar
Fue ahí que deseé que el momento no fuera a acabar
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:36 AM UTC
Cuando los nietos son abuelos
Viajaron caminos, navegaron mares y tomaron vuelos
Sus épocas de cielos, sus épocas de suelos.
Envidia mi juventud, tu sabiduría me da celos
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC
Esta pretensión de vida deja de hacer sentido
Toda lógica junto a la razón, ha desaparecido
Tanta trivialidad es demasiado a limpiar
Mi palabra es tuya a repetir, toca comenzar
La moral es lo básico para la incongruencia
Etiqueta, protocolo y comportamiento de animales
Tanta profundidad de nada y violencia
Leeremos la palabra de aquel quien aleja los males
Actuando acorde a un guion, ábrete propiamente a la frustración
Actúa acorde sin que te sorprendan, sino encontrarás rechazo
Nunca actúes acorde a morir y encontrar salvación
Encuéntrala en este mundo y mándalo con tu codo en regazo
Meretrices moralistas quienes se engañan en el juego de la sociedad
Tan ridículo como un briago recordando sus ayeres, ahora en sobriedad
La gente cambia pero su historia jamás se habrá de alterar
Son animales, buscando placer en el esnobismo e ilusiones a crear
Viejos corsarios abiertos a la muerte
Pues siempre conscientes han vivido a la suerte
Aquellos que ostentaban falsamente fe y religión
Se consumirán solos al ver que de la nada eran un peón.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
This so-called-life ceased to make sense
All logic in the matter shall be said in past tense
For all the trivial **** is too much for us to cleanse
´Tis the word for you to repeat. Now let´s commence
Moral stands the ground for incongruence
Dinner etiquette and animalistic behavior
All that profound nothing and violence
Then again we read the words of our savior
Acting as if there´s a script. Open yourself to frustration
Act accordingly and don´t get caught, or else there´s alienation
Don’t act as if there´s an after-death salvation
It is in this world, think for yourself and become a one-man´s nation
Moralistic turnouts of ****** who now embezzle into the game of society
As ridiculous as a drunk reminiscing of past days now living in sobriety
People change but hear me out, try and change a story
All you animals have your release in snobbism and never forgo its glory
Open to death old corsairs accept their fate
For they have always lived by the eternal gate
And those who portrayed falsely faith and religion
Must now rage inwards as they see the oblivion.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
Reach deep down in my pocket
No coins nor bills
If I were to hide it I´d lock it
Faithful departed give me your wills
Money makes the world spin
Makes my devilish grin
How much could I win?
Until greed turns to sin
Love is purchasable, everyone´s got their number
Say no to that, Traveling the great wall, or the land down under
Couple of little ladies came to slumber
What happens when it´s not food which gives you hunger?
Gold is old and diamonds go in the snakes back
I got you fortune. It is you I ain´t never gonna lack
Past days hard times maid sanity lack
Come get mine, I´ll atack
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
This is the end, don´t cry nor pretend
This was my life, errors to ammend
Those were my days, letters to send
Now I don´t breathe, no lungs to lend
Underwater demons, strive to hold my existance
In-land animals, alive to **** is their stance
Drug issues, sleepless nights
Nicotine-wit-mind, along with some sighs
**** the enemy turn on the lights
Being lit upon, aways it from fights
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC