As i wake up, and
The sun gets gently
To mi eyes, i become
Aware Of your
memorie, i blush and
Breath inspired
And the second minutes
awake, your scent comes
As an ocean Wave, Of Loved
By you memories, and
Mi nose become aware,
Of the feeling you provoque
And the loved perfume
Takes the beating heart,
To a new heigth, that never
Felt before, between the
Trust and your loved eyes, is
Your perfect stomach calling
To me, come and Kiss me,
your Body Said, and the loved
song, And the chosen Path
Trying awake in the Path,
Become AWAKEN, as i beastly
Make love to you, and this day Even feeling a litle scared Of this
Feeling Of love
As an iceberg, i pass threw,
life and games, pasión and
dasdein, loneliness and pain
To this loved by u state, i let
that go this afternoon, trying
With scientifc proofs,
I could live without your eyes,
To feelings that never where, and stories that i never live, but your eyes and the loved sensación are stronger than the artist pose, and the stoic Warrior state Of mind, So much for
This samurai at your feet.
Aware Of how dependent Of
You im becoming, i could let
It all go, but i cannot left you,
As a yunkie Of your eyes, and
adicted to you state Of mind
Never feel unsure Of mi love,
never felt this need Of somebudy,
Forever loving you state Of play, and The nigths with you become heaven, and your'e so BEAUTIFUL inside,
And (hot as friendly faces) that walk Next to me.
So just Be sure, your'e the loved one, That free and unatached to
Anything ir anybudy, i could only
if you choose it, let you go.
So fully AWAKEN i'm,
becoming day by day,
As i LOVE YOU come and goes on our way, and On the terms we bouth choose, Nothing and no one execpt you, Could make me away from you,
And the blessed feellings you provoque, and the almost pain
i could almost feel, as your feet
Stumble to creeps, and i could almost let you go, but the love and care
You awake in me, are a surprise,
As a loved man, or a chained
beast, i could usted to this, kind
Of dependance u make me feel,
The sensatión Of you Next to me.
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 11:08 AM UTC
For
Carl Solomon
I
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the ***** streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-
ery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene-
ment roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the
skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn-
ing their money in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their ***** beards returning through
Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in
Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their
torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al-
cohol and **** and endless *****
incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and
lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of
Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the mo-
tionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery
dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops,
storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon
blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree
vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brook-
lyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless
ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine
until the noise of wheels and children brought
them down shuddering mouth-wracked and
battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance
in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's
floated out and sat through the stale beer after
noon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack
of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to
pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brook-
lyn Bridge,
lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping
down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills
off Empire State out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts
and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks
and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days
and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the
Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a
trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic
City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grind-
ings and migraines of China under junk-with-
drawal in Newark's bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went,
leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grand-
father night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telep-
athy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos in-
stinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking vis-
ionary indian angels who were visionary indian
angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore
gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Okla-
homa on the impulse of winter midnight street
light smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston
seeking jazz or *** or soup, and followed the
brilliant Spaniard to converse about America
and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship
to Africa,
who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving
behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees
and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fire
place Chicago,
who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the
F.B.I. in beards and shorts with big pacifist
eyes **** in their dark skin passing out incom-
prehensible leaflets,
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting
the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union
Square weeping and ********** while the sirens
of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed
down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also
wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked
and trembling before the machinery of other
skeletons,
who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight
in policecars for committing no crime but their
own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and were
dragged off the roof waving genitals and manu-
scripts,
who let themselves be ****** in the *** by saintly
motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim,
the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean
love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rose
gardens and the grass of public parks and
cemeteries scattering their ***** freely to
whomever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up
with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath
when the blond & naked angel came to pierce
them with a sword,
who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate
the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar
the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb
and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but
sit on her *** and snip the intellectual golden
threads of the craftsman's loom,
who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of
beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a can-
dle and fell off the bed, and continued along
the floor and down the hall and ended fainting
on the wall with a vision of ultimate **** and
come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,
who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling
in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning
but prepared to sweeten the ****** of the sun
rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked
in the lake,
who went out ******* through Colorado in myriad
stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these
poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver--joy
to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls
in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses'
rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with
gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely pet-
ticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station
solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too,
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in
dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and
picked themselves up out of basements hung
over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third
Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemploy-
ment offices,
who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on
the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the
East River to open to a room full of steamheat
and *****
who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment
cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime
blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall
be crowned with laurel in oblivion,
who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested
the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of
Bowery,
who wept at the romance of the streets with their
pushcarts full of onions and bad music,
who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the
bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in
their lofts,
who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned
with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded
by orange crates of theology,
who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty
incantations which in the yellow morning were
stanzas of gibberish,
who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht
& tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable
kingdom,
who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for
an egg,
who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot
for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks
fell on their heads every day for the next decade,
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccess-
fully, gave up and were forced to open antique
stores where they thought they were growing
old and cried,
who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits
on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse
& the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments
of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the
fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinis-
ter intelligent editors, or were run down by the
drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,
who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually hap-
pened and walked away unknown and forgotten
into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley
ways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,
who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of
the subway window, jumped in the filthy Pas-
saic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street,
danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed
phonograph records of nostalgic European
1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and
threw up groaning into the ****** toilet, moans
in their ears and the blast of colossal steam
whistles,
who barreled down the highways of the past journeying
to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude
watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,
who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out
if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had
a vision to find out Eternity,
who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who
came back to Denver & waited in vain, who
watched over Denver & brooded & loned in
Denver and finally went away to find out the
Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying
for each other's salvation and light and *******
until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,
who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for
impossible criminals with golden heads and the
charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet
blues to Alcatraz,
who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky
&nb
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 3:40 PM UTC
el roce leve de la tela
contra mi cuerpo y el
deseo póstumo, entre
mis dedos ansiosos
el roce de su piel contra la
mía, es el puente que une,
mas allá de la piel, mas
que solo un deseo, una
conexión
unión de dos cuerpos, entre
millones, el silente deseo que
se fue encendiendo, hasta el
limite actual, un paisaje de
deseo frente a sus ojos entrecerrados
por el brillo de su propia luz
y el roce leve de la tela,
me trae el recuerdo de su piel,
latiendo fuerte ante mi invasión,
ante mi irrupción de extranjero
en su tierra fértil, donde me encuentro
brillando, frente a sus ojos, y conectado
al todo
así su piel adorada se vuelve un
refugio, y mi conexión con
el todo, entre sus dedos el brillo es casi
palpable, casi como si su piel fuera una
estrella, que encendida comparte su luz
con aquel cuerpo azulado, que adorándola
se ilumina
y los roces de la piel latiendo, como un
órgano, vivo y fecundo tocando mi cuerpo
y entre mis dedos aun siento los suyos,
aferrados con fuerza a mi, en el momento
del crepúsculo, donde el brillo se acentúa
y se atesora
y el roce azulado de su cuerpo, es un
dulce y adorado recuerdo, hecho de visiones
y deseos en colores vivos, que van conexos,
como retazo de la misma tela dorada,
que une pieles y la memoria se cubre de
luz
y entre dos visiones y un deseo, voy
avanzando con los ojos abiertos y acompañado,
la soledad se perdió frente a su mirada de mujer,
y el recuerdo de la perdida y la desidia, el dolor
se perdió entre mis dedos, como arena negra
de una playa oscura y solitaria llena de pesadillas
y recuerdos del dolor escondido, que lejos ya
no vuelve a cazarme entre mis recuerdos,
bajo la mirada de aquella que como
placebo se vuelve un remedio y un bálsamo
refrescante, que cierra heridas, alejando la
infección de malas imágenes que se vuelven
una, bajo la mano oscura que los produjo, como
una bacteria generando pesadillas en su locura
que se pierde entre sus dedos, y avanzar se vuelve
un caminar en las nubes, y la pequeña bendición
se atesora en silencio, pues el mundo ve en mi verso
y en su ignorancia una provocación inexistente, que se
perdió entre los recuerdos bellos de su cuerpo pequeño y
adorado, que entre mis dedos se vuelve un gigante, una
ninfa que se vuelve una titan en mis brazos, y el roce se
vuelve algo religioso entre dos cuerpos y una luz, el
tiempo nos fue uniendo, y lejos quedo ya el mal sabor
de sus ojos salen mis recuerdos, que nublados por la luz,
son en secreto atesorados, mientras el tiempo fue
la causa y el remedio se volvió una plegaria de aquellas
que en el tantra y en lo simple se volvió una bendición,
eso es el roce de su piel contra la mía, todo eso en un toque
de su cuerpo latiendo por el mio, cavilando entre
la luz del tiempo, que adorándola se hace.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 8:00 PM UTC
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Has led me -who knows how?
To thy chamber-window, Sweet!
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream—
The champak odours fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale’s complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must die on thine,
O beloved as thou art!
Oh lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast;
Oh press it close to thine again,
Where it will break at last!
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC
I arise from the shallow dreams,
awaken in the present tense, as
a hungry lion, or a loved pig
and the sweet aroma of coffe
becomes a wake up call, to the
lions morning feast,
and i move from the shelter
to the metro ride, mi eyes close
in the metro seat, and the air
is clean cause i feel you near
slowly i past from alone to
feel you close, and the gentle scent
of your body comes to me, as
a memorie of sweet dreams ,
as if your scented skin became
a happy place, in mi day to day,
and the flahes of your body in mi head,
as i close my eyes in a private way
and this private song, of the beating skin
is the sweetest private tale, and my
blessed fingers feel you beating under
my skin, loving you threw my finger tips.
and the memories of connection are sweet,
as one threw the flesh in adored dreams, where
i love your body, as you receive me,
under your skin i rest in peace, as you love me
and the need of you is already here, cause i feel
a thirst of your skin as the dreams fade, and
mi body feel you still, missing the embrace
of you next to me.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
La ferocidad de un coito,
Y ese fuego apagado en tu
****** de leona, te une y
te completa,
y la luz de tus ojos, y el
Brillo intenso que mana
De tu alma, me conecta
A ti
A tu deseo, a tu alma
Brillante y adorada.
Eres el fuego y el agua,
Bajo mis dedos, ardes
y apagas el fuego, y tu
Pliegue erogeno se expande
Para mi
Lleva mi nombre,
Como tatuado por tu
Alma, como si tu corazon
Lo hubiera impreso,
Y brillas completa y amada,
Bajo mis garras de Leon,
ese Leon que es tuyo,
Y adorada te ves en mis
Garras
Completa y amada, y
tus ríos se abren para
Mi, y yo bebo de ellos,
Como si fueras el agua mas
Pura
Y en tus ojos, esa luz que te
Pertenece como mi espada
Samurai, y el espacio que
las diabla dejaron en mi pecho
Y el vapor que sale de nuestros
Cuerpos al unirnos, es el
Resultado de tu **** hermoso y
Adorado, que oh MUDRAS HERMOSAS
y adoradas sellan mi energía,
Y nos comunica con el padre, y
Somos uno, y te amo bajo su
Energía, conectados a EL.
y bajo sus ojos y en su
Energía, te llenas de luz,
Y asciendiendo vas llegando a
ese hermoso despertar,
y tu pliegue erogeno, es
besado y adorado, y cuando
entro con fuerza, siento que
llego a casa, y que me perteneces
Y tu piel blanca de alabastro
Lleva mi nombre, un nombre
que es tuyo.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
Una gota de rocio
Una caricia de lascivia
Dos cuerpos unidos,
Enlazados y conectados
Perdidos en el otro,
En una danza secreta
E intima
La concrecion del deseo,
Sin ataduras, ni espacios
Para el ego
Juntos en la Unión sacra
Y perfecta, dos mitades
De un puzzle cosmico
Llegando a puerto
Sanos y salvos, el
triunfo de la verdad
La HERMOSA consecuencia
De la pasion, y la dulce
recompensa de tus labios
Un pedazo del cielo es
yacer en tus brazos
Y tú cuerpo, sobre
El mio, alcanzando la
Gloria
Mientras bajo tu cuerpo
Descanzo yo y mi
Alma serenos
Absorto y perdido
En la dulzura de
Tu cuerpo
Y una caricia de lascivia
De mis dedos en ti
Y tu reaccion HERMOSA
es la gloria para mi
Y la musica d tus labios
Es cancion divina
Y la caricia lasciva
Y el eco de tus ojos
Resuena al despertar
Como tu respiración
En mi oido
Yacer a tu lado, perdido
En tus brazos de alabastro
Y tus labios de rubi,
mientras tu alma brilla
De placer y verdades
Y el deseo que nos une
Perdido en tus brazos de
alabastro, quizas fui
Hallado.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC