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Irate Watcher Jul 2014
This isn't your mother's dance.
The wooden clave
seduces the naive  
into suave arms
of the night.

Quick quick slow
exalts wooden caderas
and untames silky locks.
Wrinkled hands
caress the caras
of clumsy coquetas.

In the name of the dance,
vestidos apretados
replace pants,
which men outgrow,
steeling blue eyes
in rusty miradas.

Mirandla.

Mira la guera,
como se toca,
como se mueve,
comos se salta el vestido suyo.


Mirandlo.

Look at him,
how he touches me,
how he swings me,
how his feet mock me.


Mirandnos

Ella me quiere.

We are JUST dancing.

Ayyy, como me pega.

We're close, but Salsa is intimate.

Oooh mami...

Does he think it's more than a dance?

quick quick slow,
quick quick slow,
quick quick slow,
quicK quiCK quICK qUICK  QUICK...

...silence.
they shake hands,
and thank each other for the dance.
brandon nagley Aug 2015
When I looketh into
Mine reyna's Asiatic telescope marble's
I canst seeith, all of God's creation;
And all the time I seeith
Shooting stars
Passeth by
As the comos
Is full
Of life.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry.
©Earl Jane dedication
Spencer Dennison Aug 2014
There he stands.
He stands where the crows refuse to land
and the tumbleweed tumble around.
Where green is a foreign concept to the flora
that rises from the ashen ground
and the whole field has the atmosphere of a dead place,
forgotten by time.
He stands like a scarecrow that has outgrown it's post
Where most would fall, he stands tall,
like a lamp post, that provides no light at all.
His expression is aloof, but not in an oblivious way.
As if to say that his stoic-ness portrays a tortured wisdom
that makes his knowledge look more alike
to a ball and chain than a virtue or asset.
His composure is limp as if the glue that bands him together
is weeping away and the heavens push down upon him
with both hands.

His palms are loose, his shoulders are sails that he no longer flies.
His hair hangs loose and grey, framing dead and bloodshot eyes.
His jaw hangs but his lips remain tightly knit,
never to part and split their seams
lest you learn anything at all from him.
He has no jouyous thing to share with you.
No pleasant memories that he would care
to cast upon the wall like the beam of a film reel.
The insights he has to teach the world are ones
that would be massly rejected out of repulsion or denial.
You gain nothing from letting this man, most vile,
teach you about the world or society or anything likewise.
You lose something instead.
You lose the peace of mind that you take for granted
as you go about your daily grind.
You lose your ignorance, but only by using it
as the altar upon which to sacrifice your bliss.
He learned much and he certainly learned this.
He eventually started to learn about the things that matter
and by consequence he learned that in credence with them,
his life was a lie by comparison.
He learned that if we are woven by the spinners of the comos
than we will al be found threadbare.
And so, by lack of care, he pas payed the toll.
Filling the spaces of his mind,
and emptying the contents of his soul.

He is the Hollow Man.
He stands far from us in his distant field
knowing well that such a mind
is a much more dangerous weapon to wield.
If you see him whilst on your way,
at least trust me when I say,
that you do yourself a service by staying
far, far away.
"eres tentaciones en un mundo de limitaciones,
has convertido mi calma en mi mas terrible anhelo,
  en tan solo pestañear te veo sobre mi cuerpo,
al dormir veo comos tu manos acaricia mi cabello y rosan mis senos,
sobrellenaste las ansias en mi, y ahora, no sabre como derramarla en ti."
Leo Janowick Sep 2019
I speak for you my love
As you lie in the dense forests of my thoughts
Your whispered chirpings
Gives me a sigh of relief
And I know that you have not flown away
I wish you to be secure in my palms
At least as you are my security
The sky dims
Time for rest
I urge you to be by my side while I sleep
But you may be secure in your nest in some branch of the tree in my forest of thoughts
Perhaps you have found a partner
A sole mate to give you company for life
When I wake in the morn
I have worries and chores to do
The sky beautiful
With the Godly sunrise
And I think of writing
Missing you all the while
Seeing you with your flock
I know perhaps you are living life
May be with your little ones in your nest
And you will bring food
To their hungry beaks
As you are with mother nature
Yet in my forest of thoughts
You were created by my love
And you will subside in me
I have found an avenue in my life
I smile every time I think of you
And you are my first and only love
As I have given you shelter in my forest of thoughts forever
To live in my heart till eternity ends in the comos of the Universe !!!!!!

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