There’s no bad poetry
There’re only sentences bleeding
by the absence of the words needed
to properly stanch its feeling
so that all the good in poetry
is no less that bad poetry
and never as good as it is
The unreachable is
even if I am glued next to you
but I still feel myself happier
because of this blessed failure
by which I know that what I feel is true:
I could never catch up the voice
to simply say how stunning you are
Let all the heavens weep
while the night skies cry a rain of stars
seeding the light over our unknown field
Accept, please, my most beautiful imperfection
with my bad words in your good ears
as I happily accept bleed a lifetime for you.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
It is an unsuspecting surprise
when we got the chance
what it is not by a prolific refusal
Between this meaningless voices of gray
all the parrots silenced the day
so we grown up cleaned
to hear us today.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
Mind thinks that a whole universe
by the fingers of a hand can be holden
But only soul believes
that an entire nonexistence can be housed
in the perishable pathway of a tiny body
I've been arrested so long in the present tense:
a dangerous reality for the curves of a morbid dreamer soul
I've been wondering when my tree would finally flourish:
She, such a heavenly wonder
I would name her as my Sun and call her: Angel
I will tell her: contradiction found its place in you
in the holistic universe of your own being
Who could be so ******* **** stupid to not fall for you?
Even if I had to kiss the czarina's hands
I would kiss your feet first
The faith has enabled nature to allow our impossible precise collision
And I am so glad I am part of this miracle
I am the scientific truth in the nature of my own dogma
Her existence is the proof of the existence of natural miracles
Her presence is my landslide of all the memories that I miss
from a whole past life that has not yet begun its existence
Until now the she-and-I was waiting to come alive
All this time we were stuck in the lines of an unwritten love poem
Because now I am more soul than body
I deny the fins and I see only wings
And mind agrees
We can be only what we believe we can
Thank you for the memories that are yet to come.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
T h e r e b y t h e s u n a l i t t l e g i a n t s l e e p s
H i s f a c e ’ s a c o n t i n e n t
H i s h a i r … A l l t h e f o r e s t s o f t h e w o r l d
H i s m i n d i s t h e m o o n
H i s h e a r t i s t h e d e e p e s t v o l c a n o
O n c e a b i g c h i l d b r o k e u p h i s h e a r t
S o P o m p e i i d i s a p p e a r e d
A n d V e n i c e h a s s u n k u n d e r t e a r s
T h e n A p h r o d i t e h e a r d h i s l a m e n t
A n d s h e g a v e h i m t h e G a l a p a g o s
T h i s s p a r k l e d o u t f r o m t h e o c e a n
s e v e r a l r o c k s b u r s t i n g f u l l o f l i f e
A n d H a w a i i h a s e m e r g e d d r y l y e t e r n a l
a s h i s o w n s a f e h e a v e n
i n t h e c e n t e r o f t h e b l u e v a s t n e s s .
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
I am an utter shining star
Since the unknown gross start
But I wasted my full brightness
To pour lightnings over every corner
Instead to radiate on a single inch
Do I regret?
Not yet!
For I follow the natural path of the holism
But my sight may rarely reach
The inner core of a veil
From each way someone looks
At me they won’t be able to measure
The entire strength of my light
It will be spread
In several tiny sparks
Even when I am the big apple that hits
I will be just the slice that fits
Do I pay?
Indeed I say!
By the noisy specialties of the hand
I can see the gaps in my eyes
Feeling the cracks of my soul
The bass & treble of my voice
Through the voices of others
Is dismantled
Even if the absence I fill
Of our absolute love in me
In each second
I will never be
The real me
And every act
Will be a deaf echo
Of the universe of me
You will think I am always less
You will never see me fully
You will never understand me truly.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC