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  Feb 2015 Carlos Molina
J.R.R. Tolkien
In Dwimordene, in Lorien

Seldom have walked the feet of Men,

Few mortal eyes have seen the light,

That lies there ever, long and bright.

Galadriel! Galadriel!

Clear is the water of your well,

White is the star in your white hand

Unmarrred, unstained is leaf and land,

In Dwimordene, in Lorien

More fair than thoughts of Mortal Men.

To Flammifer of Westernesse.
Carlos Molina Dec 2014
A pen. A pen and a paper.
It all starts with pen and paper.
Music and art and literature and films
They're all brought to life (and limited)
by pen and paper

With pen and paper, you create
You become a god
You create and destroy at your whim
But like a god, you are to be destroyed
by your same creations

The only way to stay safe
away, and free
from the awaiting destruction you created,
is to stay far from pen and paper

Alas, pen and paper call to you
What comes off it, is something that
takes time to tame.

It is not a question of seeking answers
but a question of control.
Controlling pen and paper.
You control pen and paper,
you control life.
Carlos Molina Dec 2014
Long days have passed
Since I tried to forget you last.
Pain and resentment have seceded,
Yet the vile melancholy has succeeded.

And part by part,
it chokes my heart.
I'm not good at rhyming.
  Oct 2014 Carlos Molina
Awesome Annie
Long crossed paths that leave life in a tangled mess. Which road to pick will right my wrongs, I don't know I must confess.

I grow exhausted from my journey, and decided to seek refuge under this old oak tree. As I sat and ponder direction, it wrapped its branches around me.

Comfort came and tamed my rage, quieted the voices inside my head. When sleep overshadowed thought, it provided a humble bed.

As I woke the mighty oak whispered through the breeze. Letting me know I must go, and choose the path I please.

Reluctant I stand strong and make my way, looking back only to find. That my tree of comfort and refuge was gone, it was a figment of my mind.
Carlos Molina Jul 2014
Through the astral plains
upon which my consciousness
rides, the vicissitudes of fate
brought about insurmountable awe.

Nebulas of thoughts gathered
distant and fleeting memories
to assess and sort the debris out.

Close to the event horizon, yet
its gravity doesn't pull.
Away from black holes and worm holes,
through thick and thin gaseous satellites,
this voyage goes.

A radiant constellation
from a billion light years away,
can be seen. Unfaltering, ubiquitous,
and seemingly sempiternal;
it's light glistens across galaxies.

The search is now done and,
as ephimeral as might be,
no stardust or meteorite owned
could amass the value
of a mere glimpse of this constellation
Carlos Molina Mar 2014
My soul becomes
conspicuously absent,
the day your ephemeral memories
sink into the deep waters of my solitude.
Carlos Molina Mar 2014
Part I:*  *Caught in the eye of the...
The entrée of the storm and its' cyclonic winds,
have created a whirlwind of thoughts.
Because while the rain whips vehemently against ground
Life will be remembered as fragile, short and slippery.

The day, the beginning; the night, the end.
The storm is the only one that can take place
At both time points.
The storm has been from the beginning and will be until the end.

True to our love,
With her life began, and with it life will end.

Part II:  Calm after the...
Oh, dear friend, where are you?
For in this darkness that I lay,
I can no longer find you.

Oh, sweet Song of Storms
When shall you play in the atmosphere?
With your enticing melody, and beautiful sounds,
That break all the norms.

The storm ravages throughout the cities
That mankind has forsaken.
Rivers of endless chaos, destruction and
Despair…

And in the blink of an eye, the batting of a wing,
And a young maiden falling in love,
Everything is washed away by the beautiful storm.
So uhh... I tried something new. Wrote two poems, first one in spanish and second one in english, but I realized they kinda went together in a sorta time-skip way.
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