Colorful bubbles dissolve
into dreary mist.
Feral dragons soar,
rise from the bottomless pit.
Gargoyles and vultures
shroud the sepulchral sites.
As I yearn for memories
of lucid times.
Aluminum toy soldiers
stumble upon fractured moors.
The white lady's bellow
I rue once more.
Echoes of sirens
fade in a deserted valley.
Blank stares of yesteryear
perish at stardust alley.

©Martin D Angelus [2019]
Juana Díaz, Puerto Rico

That bore stare
at my condemned existence,
such vain entity, ghoulish puppet,
pathetic mannequin I have become.
No words can adequately describe
the vague sentiment,
the desolate nights,
the adulation that corrupts
my distraught soul.
There I seek comfort, such pity,
in my own infatuation.
What cruel lies have I told myself?
Where are those vanquished dreams
I had as a child?
The good samaritan has vanished,
left astray by vanity and pompous affairs.
A ghoul of an opening scene,
impeccably dressed for one last act.

©Martin D Angelus [2019]
Juana Díaz, Puerto Rico

Unsailed depths
of vast ocean
I conquered.
Bewailed I stand
at the specter of your love.
Perplexed
and tormented by the
sight of betrayal,
forever I set sail on
a frail heart.

©MartinDAngelus

Ocean tides ******
the pearl whites sands.
River currents gently
graze our hearts.
Stars gaze upon
our kindling love.
As we sway into
the distant beam of night,
the joyful melodies of
nightingales inflame our hearts.

©MartinDAngelus

Lumbral of bitterness,
cradle of an evicted rhetoric
disturbed by the ghosts of yesterday,
memories of ephemeral and distant times.
Ballad of anguish and desolation.
A withered rose,
a broken heart,
a bonfire of false promises
dissipates with the pulse of time.
I hear the sighing of a mermaid,
the vultures prowl
-ordeal of my fateful days.-
Laying on the threshold
of remnants memories,
remain crumbs of a pale love.
A farewell kiss
-illusive and faint-
omen of a last tango,
metaphor of life and death.

© Martin D Angelus [2019]
Juana Díaz, Puerto Rico

an aura rest
upon your divine lips
lucid beams of hope
converge with the
blue crescent moon
eclipsed by passion
is an oasis of lust
an aura rest
upon your divine lips.

©martindangelus
oasis of lust [2018]

Semáforo del tiempo
dónde se reflejan
matices de esperanza
e ilusiones trasnochadas.
El zumbido de la manecilla
hace eco en cada pensamiento.
La inquieta corneta
irrumpe el transcurso del tiempo.
Allí se vive un desafío
entre la realidad
y la utópica fantasía.
Sumergido entre recuerdos
de lunas pasadas
y el brío de inciertos caminos.
En el semáforo del tiempo,
inmortales rotondas surcan
las avenidas del presente
con los andamios del pasado.
Semáforo del tiempo
devuélveme las noches de bohemia,
dónde la barahúnda terrenal
no erradique mis pensamientos.
Semáforo del tiempo
permíteme renacer
al compás del viento.

©MartinDAngelus