"cocos" poems
I want, to be able pure poems to write,
To sleep near the sky like star gazers at night,
To dream near the belfries, enchanted and filled
By their solemn anthems diffused by the wind.
With chin cupped in hands from my attic to see
The workshop which chatters and sings and feels free;
The chimneys, the steeples, these masts of the town,
The skies making people in fancy to drown.
How nice is to see through the mists a star bright
And a lamp at the window, burning still in the night,
The rivers of coal rising up in the air,
The moon pouring down its pale charm everywhere.
The summers and autumns will quietly go;
When winter arrives with its white and dull snow
I'll close all the doors and pull down the blind
And build lofty castles at night in my mind.
I'll dream all the time of blue distant horizons,
Alabaster small fountains which weep in the gardens,
And kisses, and birds, chirping loudly and rife,
The pure love affairs we cherish in life.
The bustle, enticing, at the window will drum,
With my head on the desk, I shall sit still and numb,
For I'll dive in the sea of exquisite delight
Of evoking the spring with my will and my might,
Of bringing the sun near my heart and create
Of my fiery dreams an abode warm and great.
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 1:54 AM UTC
Days when you realize the happiest days are the most sad,
The one thing cherished has gone Cocos
Tossing, turning-
Back and forth,
Rumbling glue Lord help me!
The world took blu.
Wrapped up in darkness
Anger, deceit
Worries and tears,
Engulfing the veins of life source,
A breath of air little though distant,
As the waves of failure consumed all that was left.
Nothing more to cherish,
Life source chaos, they took blu
Help me Lord! Save what is due.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
Que era lo experimental en ese estado de felicidad gobernada, para placeres y más gota.
Poquito era lo necesario para alimentarse y seguir la goma.
Tuvieras que explicar lo nuevo y lo viejo.
Tenías que ponerte la chaqueta azul y un par de zapatos, para ver la vista pequeña y sabia.
Pocos tenemos el placer de aislarnos de individuos y cosas que te dan para su estiércol.
Posible andar en remoto lugares en plenitud y acerca, al lado de lo demás.
La cama con el dominio y la pistola.
Logró esquivarme de todo pensamiento envenenado de absinthe.
En el elemento de lo propio se mantiene el principio de la relación selectiva.
Regreso a mi sangre cuando miro los arquetipos.
Poblado de insensata dormida gloria, el se regreso a la nada donde dormía su dueña.
En el alquiler de nada más que pan.
Aquel era el libro del día, no más sangre y no más comida, solo letras.
Sabía, dime que tiene la sangre que corre por nuestras venas.
Saber lo tanto y lo tantito, te llega más fuerte a la verdad de las gotas en el aire.
Lo sabido en los elementos es lo más natural de todos los cocos.
Went further than the woman, went further than the man, but forgot the whole plan.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 4:07 AM UTC