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Jun 2015 · 511
Our last goodbye(s)
Peter Aguilar Jun 2015
Every last hymn a damning sentence
Those moments before the goodbyes
When all is aired and all is said
Brute honesty and pure rancor
Those moments before the goodbyes
When the gloss of love, that sweet deceitful shiny sugary layer
Melts, gives way to the green mold beneath
Make no effort to hide your hemlock juice
In that moment before the last goodbye
No mystery is left, just a naked stab
Impunity unrestrained, yes, we let each other have at it
My truth versus yours
My memory kills yours
But if i survive, the victory is pointless
Because you'll never admit to the times
When you colored beyond your designated lines
And trespassed your paints into my veins
And made yourself a home in my pains
In that last moment before our last goodbye
I promise, this time, you will acquiesce
Or i shall keep you alive, ever in blissful torment
And keep you wondering what drives my love
Is it pure and whole, or an emaciated soul
Patiently planning your last painful goodbye
Peter Aguilar Jun 2015
All hail the grand demise
Yes that's what they expect
Astonished, they wept, aghast as i arise

Death came, welcomed, as they sought the prize
Survivors without guilt, with laughter they
All hail the grand demise

Defiant, i stood behind my skill and guise
A Patient witness to their slaughter
Astonished, they wept, aghast as i arise

Discounted, forgotten by my past allies
They didnt think i'd make it from behind
All hail the grand demise

The few who stood before my eyes
Swelled with anger and pure contempt
Astonished, they wept, aghast as i arise

Their efforts made vain, empty, they despise
My skill and talent, at none's expense
All hail the grand demise
Astonished, they wept, aghast as i arise
Jun 2015 · 902
While Time Remains Graceful
Peter Aguilar Jun 2015
Accrue many a delicate deep smile
Never knowing when the next tear will come
Or when the wails shall shadow over
Plethora of reasons, those intent on joy

Collect many a simple style
Never knowing why the time ran out
Or why the trend became a crawl
Become forgotten just as it begun, replaceable

Stand by many a word, written souls, alive
Never knowing how far their reach can touch
Or how long its power can fire, spark, alight
Cavernous minds to accept them as guides

While time remains graceful
Disallow the procrastinated, wasteful
Urge to leave masterpiece for tomorrow
It may never come, then be overrun
when shadows cast over
Trends crawl backwards
And the fire be dimmed
Banishing us all to caves, hopeless and slaved
Peter Aguilar Jun 2015
It's not what's said, it's how its said
Not the word on page, but what's not written
Space itself has never mattered more
Silent voids moving energy to and fro

So refuse the urge to use every color
Be kind, leave some white on the ****** sheet
Rewind, reweave and excite with shortened glee
Non sequiturs bonded, entwined to truths
They hold secrets, just tease it softly
From ear to mind to eye and back...
Enjoy the subtle voyage
From pen to page to volumes and back...
May 2015 · 1.9k
Shades of the Dance
Peter Aguilar May 2015
I saw shadows dance
Synchronized madness
Bereft of definition
Colors and forces melding
For a moment, the polars met
A very brief eclipse
May 2015 · 1.2k
No place in my tomorrow
Peter Aguilar May 2015
I ravaged the vaults and came back empty
Nothing shall worry me today
Yes, i even looked for troubles and woes
No, nothing shall worry me today

Self flagellation used to be the norm
But not today, surprisingly
Self doubt evaporated, steam it became
Yes today, surprisingly

It feels grand to be renewed, vigor and strong
Into tomorrow this truth shall be
And every face that kept me dark and weak
No place it has, in tomorrow as the new truth shall be

He, she, and they, can forget i ever cared
Inconsequential beings of yesterday
And let them rot as i ascend, high and bright over
Inconsequential beings of many yesterdays
Peter Aguilar May 2015
Once at the end of the song
I conquered many evils of the past
I purged them all, so wrong

Fine and well, a time it went along
Never asked a prickly question
Once at the end of the song

But they knew, their hurt could prolong
Upon my direction and then fester, so
I purged them all, so wrong

Patience tested, mind paused, strong
Resolved to end their laughter, yes
Once at the end of the song

Told to ignore, forget, to just belong
No, their first move invited mine
I purged them all so wrong

I skewered their legacy, twist and oblong
Their faces, masks, veils of evil
Once at the end of the song
I purged them all, so wrong
May 2015 · 792
Across Time and Generations
Peter Aguilar May 2015
Summoning from afar a new pariah
From across time and generations
A new voice emerges
Pained, silent exclamations
She heard the call from the wild
Voices of writers she admired
Now her companions in spirit
Her real sisters in soul
Sharing an all too familiar hurt
Across time and generations
May 2015 · 368
Eyes up here!
Peter Aguilar May 2015
She speaks, paints, sings and writes
In the manner similar to the way
She wears t-shirts and tops
Holding nothing back

Her words... Are out there
Her voice... Hard to ignore
Her effect... Titillatingly lasting

Hey hey! Eyes up here!
Attention you must pay!
Gaze not, listen thus, learn a thing
Or two or three...
Avoid the bounce, the curve
The smooth sight of...
Hey hey! Eyes up here!
May 2015 · 975
Commercial Ruse
Peter Aguilar May 2015
Saw thousands of hues
Advertised words and colors abused
By the faceless who sell us happiness
In overpriced shoes, orchestrated cues
Service with a smile imbued
But all in fact bruises, silk nooses
On susceptible brains, adolescent misuses
Of maturity delayed, adulthood paused
all a massive stifling ruse, thus lighting my fuse
Peter Aguilar May 2015
Heart on an Expedition
Redemption via time and distance
Foreign faces and places, power potentials
For this pained Heart on an Expedition
Healing descends upon the lady
Enamored in blue, wisdom draped in brown
Her vision a similar hue, a disarming seduction
This Heart, gaining vigor, strength, on this grand Expedition
She weaves sound and word, Eclectic magic
Heavenly aspirations fulfilled, fingers molding clouds
She makes success rain, blessings drenched
Creates Hurricanes and monsoons for foe and traitor alike
May they drown beneath the waves
Of her Heart on this renewing Expedition
May 2015 · 356
Death of Hope
Peter Aguilar May 2015
Death I bring to you, yes
Everlasting and unending, yes
A final gasp, one life less
To walk on soil or sail the seas
Here you come forth, with great speed and much ease

Over, your story is
Finished and unsung, unwept and unremembered you will be

Hell, this place is your new home, so abandon all if any hope
Out of life, now filled with death; a heap of misery and disgrace
You are placed into my care, taunted and tormented by the sight of my face from afar

Enter, feel welcome, in my realm but exit not, for here with me is the death of you and all
If any, of your hope
Peter Aguilar May 2015
All i know is in the present tense
Yesterday a 'gift' i'd long to pass
Please forgive that smell of incense

In days behind, they tore me intense
Shred, poison, and stain my insides
All i know is in the present tense

So i mustered up the courage, hence
I light this pyre of their many acts
Please forgive that smell of incense

Feigned gifts, compliments, all fake scents
Yesterday hard to forget, thats why
All i know is in the present tense

Be better, truer, i was told days since,
but instead i longed to forget and burn, so
Please forgive that smell of incense

'Tis why i fear the future, all suspense
Bury, hide me, my smoke a sign that
All i know is in the present tense
Please forgive that smell of incense
My first of many villanelles

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