"fernandez" poems
It was 13 years before they were given a task.
It's known for sure that it won't be a blast.
Their names are different, not even close,
Will someone be threatened to slit a friend's throat?
Will they be allies for years,
or will they turn on one another to see clear?
They don't know what the future holds,
Their world is like a large bowl,
Waiting to be filled, like their minds.
Who knows what it is that they will find.
Oh well, oh well, I have to go,
I've said so much to a person I don't know.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
Con el alma herida por un mal cariño
Que sin condiciones le entregue mi amor
Llevo ya dos días en esta cantina
Dos días, encerrado tomando licor.
Un mariachi toca, yo sigo tomando
Y vuelvo a pedirles la misma canción
Esto que me pasa no es nada envidiable
Ni al peor enemigo se lo deseo yo.
Tóquenme mariachi otra vez la misma
Esa que me llega hasta el corazón
El abandonado, toquen la de nuevo
Tóquenme diez veces la misma canción.
Aquí esta su cuenta, me dice un mesero
Ya me debe mucho, pégueme señor,
El mariachi dice, ya estamos cansados
Y yo solo contesto, háganme un favor.
Pa´ variar un poco tóquenme la misma
Esa que me llega hasta el corazón,
El abandonado, tóquenla de nuevo
Tóquenme diez veces la misma canción.
Con el alma herida por un mal cariño
Que sin condiciones le entregue mi amor
Llevo ya dos días en esta cantina
Dos días, encerrado tomando licor.
Un mariachi toca, yo sigo tomando
Y vuelvo a pedirles la misma canción
Esto que me pasa no es nada envidiable
Ni al peor enemigo se lo deseo yo.
Tóquenme mariachi otra vez la misma
Esa que me llega hasta el corazón
El abandonado, toquen la de nuevo
Tóquenme diez veces la misma canción.
Aquí esta su cuenta, me dice un mesero
Ya me debe mucho, pégueme señor,
El mariachi dice, ya estamos cansados
Y yo solo contesto, háganme un favor.
Pa´ variar un poco tóquenme la misma
Esa que me llega hasta el corazón,
El abandonado, tóquenla de nuevo
Tóquenme diez veces la misma canción.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
"Por Tu Maldito Amor"
El dia que te encontre me enamore
Tu sabes que yo nunca lo e negado
Con sana me lograste enloqueser
Y yo cai en tu tramapa ilusionado
De pronto todo aquello se acabo
Faltaste a la promesa de adorarnos
Me undiste en el olvido por creer
Que a ti no llegarian jamas los anos
Por tu maldito amor
No puedo terminar con tantas penas
Quisiera rebentarme hasta las venas
Por tu maldito amor
Por tu maldito amor
Por tu maldito amor no logro acomodar mis sentimientos
Y el alma se me sigue consumiendo
Por tu maldito amor
Por tu maldito amor
Ahahahahahahaha
Y ya para que quiero la tumba
Si ya me enteraste en vida
Ahaha ayi
No quiero que regreses nunca no
Prefiero la derota ente mis manos
Si ayer tu nombre tanto pronuncie
Hoy mirame rompiendome los labios
Por tu maldito amor
No puedo terminar con tantas penas
Quisiera rebentarme hasta las venas
Por tu maldito amor
Por tu maldito amor
Por tu maldito amor no logro acomodar mis sentimientos
Y el alma se me sigue consumiendo
Por tu maldito amor
Por tu maldito amor
Por tu bendito amor
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
*This is classico amor, un amor con mucho valor.
Como tequila y limón, este amor tiene un poderoso sabor.
Baby you make me feel passionate like listening to a Vicente Fernandez song and you feel it hit you in your Core.
Everyday is Valentine's s Day when I'm with you.
Everyday I appreciate you.
You know how much I love to sing to you, how much I like to express how I feel through music and poetry.
Princesa, yo soy tu Guerrero De Amor, el único que sabe como quererte fuerte y suavecito.*
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
Por presumir, a mis amigos les conte.
Que en el amor ninguna pena me aniquila,
Que pa' probarles, de tus besos me olvide,
Y me bastaron unos tragos de tequila.
Les platique que me encontrй con otro amor,
Y que en sus brazos fui dejando de quererte.
Que te aborrezco desde el dia de tu traiciуn
Y que hay momentos que he deseado hasta tu muerte.
Aca entre Nos, Quiero que sepas la verdad,
No te he dejado de adorar, alla en mi triste soledad
Me han dado ganas de gritar, salir corriendo
Y preguntar que es lo que ha sido de tu vida.
Aca entre nos, Siempre te voy a recordar
Y hoy que a mi lado ya no estas no queda mas confesar
Que ya no puedo soportar, que estoy odiando sin odiar
Porque respiro por la herida.
Y ay Martin no cabe duda que tambiйn de dolor se canta
Cuando llorar no se puede.
Aca entre Nos, Quiero que sepas la verdad,
No te he dejado de adorar, alla en mi triste soledad
Me han dado ganas de gritar salir corriendo
Y preguntar que es lo que ha sido de tu vida.
Aca entre nos, Siempre te voy a recordar
Y hoy que a mi lado ya no estas no queda mas confesar
Que ya no puedo soportar que estoy odiando sin odiar
Porque respiro por la herida.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
"Ni En Defensa Propia"
Por primera vez no meti ni las manos
ni en defensa propia evite la caida
yo que anduve huyendo de un mundo de engaños
vine a dar de lleno a lo peor de la vida
la primera vez que te tuve en mis brazos
me decias llorando que no habias pecado
pero ya tenias no se cuantos fracasos
y querias borrar con mi amor tu pecado
ya tenias el rostro cubierto de besos
y en tu ser las huellas que dejan las penas
si despues de amarte te hicieron desprecio
yo no he de pagar por las deudas ajenas
te podria jurar que te ame con locura
y jamas pense que llegara a perderte
pero en vez de amores me diste amarguras
y asi como eres prefiero perderte
ya tenias el rostro cubierto de besos
y en tu ser la huella que dejan las penas
si despues de amarte te hicieron desprecio
yo no he de pagar por las deudas ajenas
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The water never formed to mind or voice,
Like a body wholly body, fluttering
Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion
Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry,
That was not ours although we understood,
Inhuman, of the veritable ocean.
The sea was not a mask. No more was she.
The song and water were not medleyed sound
Even if what she sang was what she heard,
Since what she sang was uttered word by word.
It may be that in all her phrases stirred
The grinding water and the gasping wind;
But it was she and not the sea we heard.
For she was the maker of the song she sang.
The ever-hooded, tragic-gestured sea
Was merely a place by which she walked to sing.
Whose spirit is this? we said, because we knew
It was the spirit that we sought and knew
That we should ask this often as she sang.
If it was only the dark voice of the sea
That rose, or even colored by many waves;
If it was only the outer voice of sky
And cloud, of the sunken coral water-walled,
However clear, it would have been deep air,
The heaving speech of air, a summer sound
Repeated in a summer without end
And sound alone. But it was more than that,
More even than her voice, and ours, among
The meaningless plungings of water and the wind,
Theatrical distances, bronze shadows heaped
On high horizons, mountainous atmospheres
Of sky and sea.
It was her voice that made
The sky acutest at its vanishing.
She measured to the hour its solitude.
She was the single artificer of the world
In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea,
Whatever self it had, became the self
That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we,
As we beheld her striding there alone,
Knew that there never was a world for her
Except the one she sang and, singing, made.
Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know,
Why, when the singing ended and we turned
Toward the town, tell why the glassy lights,
The lights in the fishing boats at anchor there,
As the night descended, tilting in the air,
Mastered the night and portioned out the sea,
Fixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles,
Arranging, deepening, enchanting night.
Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon,
The maker's rage to order words of the sea,
Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred,
And of ourselves and of our origins,
In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.
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Ya me voy para siempre
Para nunca volver
El amor que yo quise
No me quiso querer
Ya me voy derrotado
Me duele el corazon
Por que el amor de mi alma
Por que el amor de mi alma
Solito me dejo
Voy a vagar, por ahi
Trataré de pasar
Mi vida mas tranquila
Si sigue este dolor
No le sorprenda que
Mi hogar sea una cantina
Ya me voy derrotado
Me duele el corazon
Por que el amor de mi alma
Por que el amor de mi alma
Solito me dejo
Voy a vagar, por ahi
Trataré de pasar
Mi vida mas tranquila
Si sigue este dolor
No le sorprenda que
Mi hogar sea una cantina
Ya me voy derrotado
Me duele el corazon
Por que el amor de mi alma
Por que el amor de mi alma
Solito me dejo
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
Still can't understand it, curse myself, its damning,
I am just one man, I am Jonathan Fernandez,
Consumed deeply in thought, stranded from the world,
Cogitating by myself, along with my own words,
I've escaped through notebooks, paper, pens, and lexicons,
I've been driven madly and destroyed all that I've set upon,
But these verses hold my cure, in it I find solace,
These words turn my soul pure, I offer no condolence,
Please excuse me if my mind decides to crash upon me,
I try so hard to stay alive but I feel like a zombie,
People stare and point at me, laughing cuz I'm different,
I laugh cuz you're the same, I'm glad that we are distant.
So I hold no regrets, I vow to never change,
true I will remain, no matter if I'm sane,
This is my domain, I've carved out my whole name,
seared it deep in flames, to immortalize my fame.
I just want to change the world, one person at a time,
feel it in every verse rehearsed, deep in every line,
I swear that I will do it if it's the last thing that I do,
Even if I have to write tens of millions of haikus,
Even if I have to write until the day I'm dead,
Even if my arms fall off, I'll write them with my legs,
I'll even write my own never-ending story,
True poetry is dead? I'll restore its glory,
My future's undecided, as fickle as the weather,
can the weatherman, tell us that, turn us to a better man?
Nothing's really certain, believe me when I say that.
I know that painful truth, because it hurts my mind to play back,
Speeding on the freeway, dawning on a new day,
Getting hard to relate, this is new praise when you lose faith.
Keep your head up, listen and embrace the somber silence,
Take life for what it's worth and always keep on smiling.
Cherish every minute, time keeps flying by,
I swear I saw it ticking down, I hope it doesn't die.
But die it must and die it shall, die it surely will,
I write so many poems because words cannot be killed.
My words will be here long after I'm dead,
The only word I want's 'Forever' on my epitaph.
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
"Las Llaves De Mi Alma"
Aqui tienes
las llaves de mi alma
puedes entrar
a la hora que tu quieras
para que veas si hay alguien en el mundo
que pueda darte lo que yo quisiera
ya he tratado de sacarte de mi vida
yo no puedo quererte limpiamente
pero que quieres que haga vida mia
si el corazon no ve tan solo siente
tu boca tu ojos y tu pelo
los llevo en mi mente noche y dia
no me pidas
que deje de quererte
despues que te entregue la vida mia
jajajajayy
ya he tratado de sacarte de mi vida
yo no puedo quererte limpiamente
pero que quieres que haga vida mia
si el corazon no ve tan solo siente
tu boca tus ojos y tu pelo
los llevo en mi mente noche y dia
no me pidas que deje de quererte
despues que te entregue la vida mia
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
Este amor apasionado, anda todo alborotado , por volver.
voy camino a la locura y aunque todo me tortura, se querer.
Nos dejamos hace tiempo pero me llego el momento de perder
tu tenias mucha razon, le hago caso al corazon y me muero
por volver
'Y volver volver, volver a tus brazos otra vez, llegare hasta donde estes
yo se perder,yo se perder, quiero volver, volver, volver.'
Nos dejamso hace tiempo pero me llego el momento de perder
tu tenias mucha razon, le hago caso al corazon y me muero por volver.
'Y volver volver, volver a tus brazos otra vez, llegare hasta donde estes
yo se perder, yo se perder, quiero volver, volver, volver.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
"Que Te Vaya Bonito"
Ojala que te vaya bonito
ojala que se acaben tus penas
que te digan que yo ya no existo
que conozcas personas mas buenas
que te den lo que no pude darte
aunque yo te haya dado de todo
nunca mas volvere a molestarte
te adore, te perdi, ya ni modo
Cuantas cosas quedaron prendidas
hasta dentro del fondo de mi alma
cuantas luces dejaste encendidas
yo no se como voy a apagarlas.
Ojala que mi amor no te duela
y te olvides de mi para siempre
que se llenen de sangre tus venas
y te vista la vida de suerte
yo no se si tu ausencia me mate
aunque tengo mi pecho de acero
pero nadie me llame cobarde
sin saber hasta donde la quiero
Cuantas cosas quedaron prendidas...
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
I have hardly seen her once or twice, yet I remember her capturing face,
patiently she waits for her the local bus everyday, beside the old banyan tree,
but that day I did not see her.
I kept wondering all sorts of things but then I left it,
as i sat for my evening tea it occurred that her face appeared again in my memory
I looked for her beside the banyan tree yet there was no sign.
Out of my curiosity and recurrent thoughts about her I stepped to ask
who the girl was in the nearby roadside tea-stall
to my surprise the vendor just passed the local newspaper
I stood there blinking and shocked not able to grasp
On the front page in bold was written AN ACCIDENT NEAR THE BANYAN TREE at 6.30 am
I could no more fathom that she had visited me before she left this world
She could not tell me yet she made me think of her through unknown emotions
I wonder she too missed me that day standing beside the banyan tree.
© jasmine fernandez 2016
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
I overheard two kids talking,
They say the darndest things,
In the span of 5 minutes, they were laughing, crying, arguing.
They argued about who was faster,
They laughed at jokes I didn't get.
They whispered plenty secrets,
Double-dared and made some bets.
"I can run around you a million times in two minutes"
"But I have a glue that slows you down,
The more you run around in it"
"Mr. Fernandez, you have to pick!
Him or me, who is faster?
"Don't look at me, I'm not getting in the middle of this matter.
You both need to solve this.
Don't fight or throw a fit.
"Okay, fine! I got it, we'll play tag then and you're it!
And as they ran off laughing,
That's when I realized.
They're just kids but they know what it means to truly be alive.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
On the door step,I sat looking out
Out into farthest distance as my eyes could carry me
Me, is it possible at all I wondered
As I wondered a strange apparition broke out in the sky
In the first instance I shuddered to think it was real
It was real, a live unicorn
A live unicorn beautiful and showcasing it's strength and majesty.
© jasmine fernandez 2016
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 2:22 AM UTC