Strokes reveal the heavens
Interpret it's meaning
written in my words
Facing the uncanny reality
burns tragedy
striking to the core
Abstract emanates
precipitates in your presences
Enervates demoralizes
completely corresponding
my soul
Derailed equivalent to
Exude the nature truly
intended above
I only have Tolerance for one true love


Yesenia Acevedo

OFF IN THE DISTANCE
A FADED MEMORY STILL REMAINS
HIDDEN DEEP WITHIN THESE VEINS
FLOWS THE WICKED DROWNED IN SHAME
MAKING HER WAY THROUGH THE HOLY
AS IF THEY DIDN'T KNOW THIER OWN DEMONS
STARING THEM IN THE FACE
DISGUISED THEY STAND TALL BEHIND THE CROSS
RIGHTEOUS AS THEY BE... I SAY
GO ON CAST THE FIRST STONE
WHEN THE DUST SETTLES
PAY ATTENTION
YOU SEE ME?
I STAND TALL ALL ALONE


Yesenia Acevedo

All it takes is a stroke of my pen
To find the words that hide deep within
To express what it is that I feel
Although they are thoughts it's the truth they reveal

As I sit and ponder on these thoughts
to much of my dismay
I realize sometime it's a word on word play
To tell a story, just a glimpse of the fantasy
I hide in and relive each day

To some it is a crime
If as a poet I do not rhyme
I write to express not to impress
And to my fellow poets
I dedicate this simple poem  


Yesenia Acevedo

Shadows rise only to fall again
In this twisted delusion I live in
Phantoms of hope dance trying to tempt me
Haunting depression only taunts me
Reliving faded memories daily
Looking to the past relentlessly
Dwelling on regret with eyes of envy
Agony and despair lingers on my lips
Failure radiates through my soul
Shinning from head to toe
This veil separates me from the normal day to day
Alone by myself apart in this world I stay


Yesenia Acevedo

NEVER FREE, NEVER ME, NEVER KNEW... I SHOULD HAVE SEEN
NEVER FREE, NEVER ME, THIS IS THE WAY IT HAS BEEN
AND SO THEY HAVE TAKEN THIS HEART
THAT ONCE LOVED ALL WITHOUT HESITATION
UNTIL ALL THAT IS LEFT
PURE BLACK BITTER DEPRESSION
UNFORGIVEN THIS HEART OF MINE
BLACKENED BY THE HATRED OF OTHERS
STAINED WITH TEARS IT HAS CRIED
THIS HEART HAS BEGGED, HAS PLEADED
FOR PEACE, FOR FORGIVENESS
NO PEACE SHALL BE GRANTED
NO REMORSE SHALL BE SHOWN
FOR IT IS UNFORIVEN BY ALL WHO HAVE KNOWN
THE DEEP DARK SECRET THAT IS HOLDS
CONTAINED; FOREVER HIDDEN, FOREVER JUDGED
BY THE ONES... THE VERY ONES IT HAS LOVED
UNFORGIVEN THIS BROKEN HEART OF MINE
NEVER FORGIVEN AS THE YEARS WENT BY
NEVER FORGIVEN POINTLESS THE TEARS IT HAS CRIED
NEVER FORGIVEN FOREVER DRILLED IN MY MIND
UNFORGIVEN AND EVEN ON THE DAY THAT IT DIED


Yesenia Acevedo

Hope escapes the sanity of subtle essence drifting in the wind...
long ago, fused to the memory of your love. Caressing a dark bitter heart abused by betrayal of familiar faces within beating life, mirroring its own. Corruption spews from those tender lips; releases its venom into rushing crimson. Clovers wilt at the sight of you, unaware your beauty is your confliction. What is a sight of beauty when morals lack, sprits tainted, Stars extinguished overtaken... by desire of ones own will to rewrite them against a higher beings will. Is it possible to rewrite stars? Is this destiny to deny a dream dreamed sweetly amongst the clouds an plucked for an instant the light rendered pure...  manifesting darkness at ever turn? In the end, does the love I feel no matter how true really worth the heartache caused upon myself reflecting onto them?  Shall I end this? Do I continue such a darkened path with no ending in sight.  I crave these rusty chains turn to dust or the life drained from me.


Yesenia Acevedo

Dream, hate, bleed,
trust me and recede,  
Disband, never be seen,
lurking in the shadows to dream,
just trust me, descendant of time,
the transformation is complete,
drown in your sorrows and pain,
Disband, never be seen,

peace has come to me,
I no longer need you to breath,
peace has come to me,
I no longer need you to breath,

had to rise and fight,
your the essence of destruction,
eyes wide, seen this coming,
go on polluting your soul,
ruptured and evolved,
transformation complete,
drown in your pride,

peace has come to me,
no longer need you to breath,
peace has come to me,
no longer need you to breath,

like a child I saw,
none of your flaws,
relinquish, I've seen
Now you've failed me,

peace has come,
no longer need you, breath,
peace has come,
no longer need you, breath,
peace has come,
so dream.


Yesenia Acevedo

In the land of hidden wonders
Lives a girl without a heart
Rapid thoughts stirring evil plots
Provoked by the curiosity of her sanity
Malicious feelings embrace her pain
Cunning vice her new name
Unwanted torment by the "SANE"
Painting a vivid portrait of chaos
Embedded in her mind
She knows no longer can she be kind
Who is to blame?
After all, everyone, was GAME!

Yesenia Acevedo

Rays of beauty glisten through the crystal
Rekindling the intensity of her own complexion
As I glide perfection to my lips
I watch her dressed in sorts of red
She dances in such a motion,
Circulating, demanding my attention
Defenseless to her fragrance
Like an addict i inhale
The senses rush to my cortex
Now i'm under her spell
I welcome her warmth into my mouth
Savoring the velocity of her seduction  
She sends tiny explosions down my spine
Some call her mistress to her kind
Others know her simply as wine
I call her versatile and quite de-vine!



Yesenia Acevedo

I loved you
You grinned
I bared my soul
You laughed

My heart turned black
I learned to hate you
You went silent

At night when I miss you
I remember how you treated me
It numbs the pain when I remember
And then I smile
Knowing everything is going to be okay


Yesenia Acevedo

Más allá de los símbolos,
más allá de la pompa y la ceniza de los aniversarios,
más allá de la aberración del gramático
que ve en la historia del hidalgo
que soñaba ser don Quijote y al fin lo fue,
no una amistad y una alegría
sino un herbario de arcaísmos y un refranero,
estás, España silenciosa, en nosotros.
España del bisonte, que moriría
por el hierro o el rifle,
en las praderas del ocaso, en Montana,
España donde Ulises descendió a la Casa de Hades,
España del íbero, del celta, del cartaginés, y de Roma,
España de los duros visigodos,
de estirpe escandinava,
que deletrearon y olvidaron la escritura de Ulfilas,
pastor de pueblos,
España del Islam, de la cábala
y de la Noche Oscura del Alma,
España de los inquisidores,
que padecieron el destino de ser verdugos
y hubieran podido ser mártires,
España de la larga aventura
que descifró los mares y redujo crueles imperios
y que prosigue aquí, en Buenos Aires,
en este atardecer del mes de julio de 1964,
España de la otra guitarra, la desgarrada,
no la humilde, la nuestra,
España de los patios,
España de la piedra piadosa de catedrales y santuarios,
España de la hombría de bien y de la caudalosa amistad,
España del inútil coraje,
podemos profesar otros amores,
podemos olvidarte
como olvidamos nuestro propio pasado,
porque inseparablemente estás en nosotros,
en los íntimos hábitos de la sangre,
en los Acevedo y los Suárez de mi linaje,
España,
madre de ríos y de espadas y de multiplicadas generaciones,
incesante y fatal.

Al término de tres generaciones
vuelvo a los campos de los Acevedo,
que fueron mis mayores. Vagamente
los he buscado en esta vieja casa
blanca y rectangular, en la frescura
de sus dos galerías, en la sombra
creciente que proyectan los pilares,
en el intemporal grito del pájaro,
en la lluvia que abruma la azotea,
en el crepúsculo de los espejos,
en un reflejo, un eco, que fue suyo
y que ahora es mío, sin que yo lo sepa.
He mirado los hierros de la reja
que detuvo las lanzas del desierto,
la palmera partida por el rayo,
los negros toros de Aberdeen, la tarde,
las casuarinas que ellos nunca vieron.
Aquí fueron la espada y el peligro,
las duras proscripciones, las patriadas;
firmes en el caballo, aquí rigieron
la sin principio y la sin fin llanura
los estancieros de las largas leguas.
Pedro Pascual, Miguel, Judas Tadeo...
Quién me dirá si misteriosamente,
bajo este techo de una sola noche,
más allá de los años y del polvo,
más allá del cristal de la memoria,
no nos hemos unido y confundido,
yo en el sueño, pero ellos en la muerte.