"furor" poems
*eking out the ultimate gasp in my last breath of impulsion
i collapse without a touch of grace at race's end
how i made it i will never know
dazed and in bewilderment
i reminisce upon my journey
an aggregation of barricades assailed me
with iniquitous decadent delight
seeming to writhe in triumph at my possible demise
capitulating as it devoured and spewed me out the other side
i humbly reassembled fragments of my near annihilation
temporarily rehabilitated
i recommenced the toilsome climb
to the treasured peak atop the mount
when in would come the tempest with its furor
and render me asunder
mere exhaustion is not the word
for death experienced recurrently
ground to mulch and back again
screaming, pleading, surrendering
proved futile as i newly met the same demise
near incapacitation i miraculously emerged
and scraping pulled myself with broken heart and bones
scratching my way through the darkness
toppling at the pinnacle
to victory's end
with exhilaration it dawns on me
the long dark night is over
i passed the test to realize
it is not the finish line
but only the beginning
©2016janetaylor
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
a virtual network is the perfect place
for an alien intelligence to infiltrate;
passing as any number of avatars &
spreading an anti-human philosophy
in the war between robots & aliens
w/ humanity no longer a factor, the
robots freely the pummel the aliens
w/ devastating laser precision; the
aliens retaliating w/ hot magnets to
heat the polymer machines to the
melting point; the aliens unaware of
the earth's default nuclear arsenal;
triggered to explode as a last resort;
mankind & machine joined as one &
as the aliens land their ground forces
a slight tremor becomes a supernova
& the entire alien fleet is blown out
of spacetime w/ such fiery havoc, the
never seen & long extinct mankind
becomes legendary for its viciousness
hav·oc/ˈhavək/noun
noun: havoc
1. widespread destruction. "the hurricane ripped through Florida,
causing havoc"
synonyms: devastation, destruction, damage,
desolation, ruination, ruin; disaster, catastrophe
"the hurricane caused havoc"
great confusion or disorder.
"schoolchildren wreaking havoc in the classroom"
synonyms: disorder, chaos, disruption,
mayhem, bedlam, pandemonium, turmoil,
tumult, uproar; commotion, furor, a three-ring circus; informal:
hullabaloo
"hyperactive children create havoc"
verb: archaic: havoc; 3rd person present: havocs;
past tense: havocked; past participle:
havocked; gerund or present participle:
havocking [ ]. ( )
1. lay waste to; devastate.
late Middle English: from Anglo-Norman
French havok, alteration of Old French
havot, of unknown origin; the word was
originally used in the phrase ‘cry havoc’;
(Old French crier havot ) ‘to give an army the order - havoc,’
the signal for plundering
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
Aurora borealis,
aurora australis.
Mare nostrum,
sub silentio,
sub secreto,
ad libitur,
as infinitum.
Ira furor brevis est,
amor suo iure.
Memento vivere,
in dubio,
in dolorosa,
in posse,
in nubibus,
in pace,
in spiritu et veritate,
in pleno,
nvne avt nvnquam,
ad vitam aeternam.
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 1:28 AM UTC
Demented bandit
Redundant pundit
Fun time gambit
Screaming "Bomb it!"
Vicious *****
Cannot stand it
Mend it, bend it
Maybe tow it
How it goes
It goes all wrong
It wrongs no more
More than it should
But more it could
I guess it would
But that would hurt
Oh what a ****
The world is burnt
And I feel like a picture blurt
You've censored too much
Ventured too far
Gotten all such
Answers fewer
Violent fever
Violet furor
Volatile gore
Gory tumour
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
(*My heart is a stone
encased in ice age glacier
tucked away in the nuclear bunker
surrounded by the Great Wall
if the Mongolians can't get to it
what chance have you?
Let's say you do manage to Mission Impossible reach it
Let's say you somehow Ocean's One steal it
Let's say you also The Bank Job keep it
How are you gonna get through that ice?
It's so cold Russians call it the nuclear winter
It's so cold Kobe rubs it before the game-winning shot
It's so cold Lucifer uses it as a cooler
It's so cold Ice Queen is now the Ice Princess*)
Yet
the trembling rosy lips dissolve the very bond
into silly little ice crystals and snowflakes
resonate so passionately with the frequency
of my stoic heartbeat
the dancing electrons revolted against
ionic-bonds and hydrogen-bonds
the frenzied molecules traded their neighbors
for love, traded themselves for furor
traded ice for fire
traded stone for flesh
and you, traded I for me
hanging ever so desperately on your
red trembling lips
consumed mercilessly
like the very last cigarette
knowing the consequence of letting go:
like ash the wind shall carry me away
a thousand burning ambers flying into the night
like the fireflies on their last journey
I shall melt quietly into darkness
reminiscing about a block of ice.
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 11:57 PM UTC
The rain was dully falling
and the cats were hidden
Under high rimmed cars
with the lights turned off
His Mother was out calling
when the lightening struck
And his charred body scars
were stains on the new road
They sat inside and watched
furor in the streets; mourning
With the television on real low
eyes fixed on smoking remains
Street cleaners came and washed
adolescent flesh from the street
Ajar window ******* put on a show
there's a certain perversity to death
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
Tengo una sed de vinos capitosos
-venusino furor, pugnas salaces,
ojos enloquecidos por el éxtasis,
bocas ebrias, frenéticos enlaces-.
Tú, Dinarzada, tú, Fogosa Mía,
tú, Melusina, Vid de mis Deseos:
¡dóname tu lagar tibio y recóndito!
quiero oprimir tus uvas! y tus vinos
exprimir! -fulgurante filtro cálido
para mi sed de zumos citereos! 1Tengo una sed de búdicos nirvanas
-zahareño no oír, callada acidia,
ojos enceguecidos por el éxtasis,
espiritual ardor, psíquica lidia-.
Tú, Viaje Azul, Deliquio, Noche Intacta,
Música..., oh tú, mi inasequible Dueño:
¡llévame a tus refugios ataráxicos!
quiero tañer tus fibras! y el prodigio
de tu entraña exprimir! -don inefable
para mi sed de fugas y de ensueño!
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Lucifer just said I'm two-faced;
But the reality is I wear many faces
Each one a mask
Picking a bouquet of oopsie-daises
Unabashedly lashing out at you
I eviscerate; wielding a scalpel
Then I pounce; scalped him,
Pelt dangling from my ***** pack
**Went Kerouac on ***** ***
Surprise, surprise
Palpable attack
Thumbing tacks into your eyes
Lame as a bad sitcom
Band-wagon careening off the laugh-track
Everybody loves disarray
**** Vamoose!
Underlying interloper
Feel the allusion in high resolution;
Little tike on the *****
Anne frankly I'm that Führer fomenting furor
Have you lost your marbles?
Inaudibly garbling warbled garbage
Mauled to death
**I **** narwhals**
Convoluted revolution
I revel in it
Elusive illusion
Testify, I bring the excellence in electrocution
I'm the executioner
Putting the fun in funeral
Like a neurotic necrotizing narcotic
A lobotomy to the temporal
I dreamt the demented torment of descent
Cascading like a torrential waterfall
Ghoulish delight
Primeval upheavaler
With hopes to elope, many fold
Mic bold, but I suspect she's hitting the slopes;
Ice cold
Evoking emotion but a hopeless show
marionette in a stranglehold
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
You came over me like a summer storm:
Unexpected, Sudden, Explosive.
Did I catch the scent of your rain?
Did I feel the shift of your wind?
Did I notice the darkening of your
cloudy gaze as it settled on me?
The lightning of your words
presumed the thunder in my heart.
And I was caught in the downpour
of your affection.
And I was drenched in the torrent
of your desire.
How did I miss the scent of your rain,
And the shift of your wind, and the darkening of your
cloudy gaze as it settled on me?
You stole your way into my thoughts;
The swarm of your clouds
became a haze over my mind.
until I became a tempest of emotion,
And the furor of my storm matched the fury of yours.
And we were swept away, together,
in the flood of our desires.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
By the old garages near the railway sidings
slipping or sliding, through the tiding hiding
away, or near to the solemn aspects of ******
with ease, she can tease the eve of your heave-
** or go, no, stay, she says, just today, or all
of your tomorrows shall be forgotten
Lonely was the name on a tag, lagged, left
forgotten at the bottom of the river, where
she lay, today, floating away-
But he stays, the way his spirit lays, let( )down
or all around this town, how it lingers;
the memory of love or lust on drunken Friday
nights by the fright of old Frank Alight, setting
alight the houses in furor, or moor the more
he bores by the moored shore of that amour
armoured, charmed, alarmed at the speech
patterns in the night sky, as she lay down
to die, or to cry, questioning why, Frank
could try and do this, Brutus, brutally
mutually assured destruction, social construction
or constriction, the friction of hands
around the throat, she never floats, just sinks
corpses stink, porous ink stained every lane
leading to the place where in disgrace, he beat
her face, and replaced the lace, in the place
leading to the lake
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
feral as the untamed passion
of the soul
Unrestrained murmurs
seep out into ether vastness
pleas of an abandoned heart
A howling silence bears a merciless ache
heedless to the rampant storm
This silent reverie --
but muted amends.
For in shameless longing,
the furor a deserted heart,
thrums onward, unrequited,
wafting in the wind song’s serendipity
Wild as the winged wanton breeze
Oh chilling winter winds of change !
Come lay me down ;
as if I were the windblown
golden fields of summer
down to the ground … down to the ground
cast aside some unnoticed countryside
Smugly indifferent,
restless to rise up untouched,
where seeds of wild hope
once thrived
defy gravity
in the wind swept aftermath
a thwarted sweet surrender
© wild is the wind
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
In laws, pardon the typo
in the law,
a system of justice,
like the law of averages,
it all equals out in the end,
laws are broken, people bend,
meant not to, break rules of the land,
the court is fair when it demands,
restitution, a repayment of sorts,
the system is in place when a face goes
behind bars,
near or far,
fear or worse,
in a hearse,
thin excuses,
juror recuses,
furor increases,
time decreases,
behind
bars,
penance the menace,
what we need here is some hard time,
under
the thumb of the law,
but the law has no thumbs, only scales,
held in the hand
of a blind maiden,
but what of the parents of a forever lost only child,
but what of the family who loses a father,
or mother, sister and a brother,
but what of a woman who lost her man,
will the maiden step aside and let them
hold the scales,
I think not,
some say the system rots,
the law is devoid of the
emotion,
that those,
who have measured
their lives against a loss,
the experience has burned off the dross,
they are left with pure emotion,
unable to fill the void,
which the law was never meant to do,
we blame society for all sorts of ills,
rather than have society step in and fill,
the void in the law, that is compassion for the victim
the void in society which is not the wrong but to make it right,
the answer,
avoid the law?
no
avoid breaking hearts,
of blind maidens, and
avoid breaking
laws.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
Verse 1:
Why am I so disconnected?
My soul is screaming out to me in a passionate furor.
Sanguine and red hot flames are running down my spine;
I’m blazing through misfortune with opulent eyes.
I see death all around me but in my heart there is hope,
Time has healed past welts now the Lord shall cleanse me once more.
In time it has been revealed to me that the Lord has the sinew,
to fight off the eternal of death and the Cimmerian.
Eternity is all around me, your flames scorch me whole;
I lie on the bed covered in anxious goo.
Chorus:
High on octane, I float above cloud nine,
I have a heady feeling, and then I’m lifted into the Sun.
God has granted me the will to move on,
The Universe imparts to me an elixir to your soul.
Verse 2:
My spirit lies in front of me separated from my soul;
I’m an incorporeal being who no longer has a definite form.
You’re the one I long for and I know that you’re all I see,
“I truly wish that you would take to time to actually notice me!”
Why can’t you see that I would lock your heart away?
I’d store it in a chest full of my sacred and cherished dreams.
You’re my goldmine, the apple of my eye;
You’re that mellifluous melody chanting in my ear.
You’re a divine masterpiece and I love you with my eyes;
I wish I could eternally gaze upon you and make your beauty my muse.
Chorus:
High on octane, I float above cloud nine,
I have a heady feeling, and then I’m lifted into the Sun.
God has given me the will to move on,
The Universe imparts to me an elixir to your soul
Bridge:
Holy and pure is that pearl with your name inscribed,
Your name inscribed upon it and it befits my enamoring crown.
I want you to adorn me with your brilliant and glimmering gems;
Please complement my apparel with an extravagant diadem.
I love the eyes you possess, those diamonds that seem to gleam;
I desire your magic spells to fuse me with your soul.
I went insane for but a moment but to me it has been revealed,
That sanity belongs to the one who cherishes His dream of love.
Chorus:
High on octane, I float above cloud nine,
I have a heady feeling, and then I’m lifted into the Sun.
God has given me the will to move on,
The Universe imparts to me an elixir to your soul
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 3:11 AM UTC
¡Cuán solitaria la nación que un día
poblara inmensa gente!
¡La nación cuyo imperio se extendía
del Ocaso al Oriente!
Lágrimas viertes, infeliz ahora,
soberana del mundo,
¡y nadie de tu faz encantadora
borra el dolor profundo!
Oscuridad y luto tenebroso
en ti vertió la muerte,
y en su furor el déspota sañoso
se complació en tu suerte.
No perdonó lo hermoso, patria mía;
cayó el joven guerrero,
cayó el anciano, y la segur impía
manejó placentero.
So la rabia cayó la virgen pura
del déspota sombrío,
como eclipsa la rosa su hermosura
en el sol del estío.
¡Oh vosotros, del mundo, habitadores!,
contemplad mi tormento:
¿Igualarse podrán ¡ah!, qué dolores
al dolor que yo siento?
Yo desterrado de la patria mía,
de una patria que adoro,
perdida miro su primer valía,
y sus desgracias lloro.
Hijos espurios y el fatal tirano
sus hijos han perdido,
y en campo de dolor su fértil llano
tienen ¡ay!, convertido.
Tendió sus brazos la agitada España,
sus hijos implorando;
sus hijos fueron, mas traidora saña
desbarató su bando.
¿Qué se hicieron tus muros torreados?
¡Oh mi patria querida!
¿Dónde fueron tus héroes esforzados,
tu espada no vencida?
¡Ay!, de tus hijos en la humilde frente
está el rubor grabado:
a sus ojos caídos tristemente
el llanto está agolpado.
Un tiempo España fue: cien héroes fueron
en tiempos de ventura,
y las naciones tímidas la vieron
vistosa en hermosura.
Cual cedro que en el Líbano se ostenta,
su frente se elevaba;
como el trueno a la virgen amedrenta,
su voz las aterraba.
Mas ora, como piedra en el desierto,
yaces desamparada,
y el justo desgraciado vaga incierto
allá en tierra apartada.
Cubren su antigua pompa y poderío
pobre yerba y arena,
y el enemigo que tembló a su brío
burla y goza en su pena.
Vírgenes, destrenzad la cabellera
y dadla al vago viento:
acompañad con arpa lastimera
mi lúgubre lamento.
Desterrados ¡oh Dios!, de nuestros lares,
lloremos duelo tanto:
¿quién calmará ¡oh España!, tus pesares?,
¿quién secará tu llanto?
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Do they know
While in the foggy depths of
Or the level to which they rise
As they hurl stones at the hapless dove
In absolute retribution
Spewing lies
Denial.... set to rile
The now lost and soon to be tossed
Disillusioned
Back into the reality prescription
Overdosed on the rhetoric
Left in the vacuum
Of the imploding star of incredulity
Launched by nothing nearing reality
Into the frenzied - hyperactive atmosphere
Deflated and overrated
As masses of mud frames somehow sated
By hate built absolution
Humanity lost as demonstrated
By evil personified
Non-- inclusion
As helpless friends stand by disillusioned
As if the loss they now invision
Confounded by the lack of any solution
Were they drowning - hope would exist
For rescue would be welcome
Not something those sinking would resist
The Living Dead will soon be discarded
By the furor and the faithless pretense
Pushed out the gate
Fired.... from the crumbling tower
By the big cannon in retreat
They stand- dazed and amazed
At what they know they've lost
By paying homage
With the only valuable thing that they ever owned
Trust - Love and Understanding
Rescuers
Who couldn't save them
From drowning among the throng
Into which they were sunk by simply standing among
And refusing to see the reality
Of what it takes to watch the rise
Of an evil soul - out of control
Being fed on unbelievable lies
When the gate slams shut
And the dogs are let loose
The street will be full
Of those whose faith was sadly abused
As their mud forms were simply being used
Can they ever return? IDK.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC
Mío es el mundo: como el aire libre,
otros trabajan porque coma yo;
todos se ablandan si doliente pido
una limosna por amor de Dios.
El palacio, la cabaña
son mi asilo,
si del ábrego el furor
troncha el roble en la montaña,
o que inunda la campaña
El torrente asolador.
Y a la hoguera
me hacen lado
los pastores
con amor.
Y sin pena
y descuidado
de su cena
ceno yo,
o en la rica
chimenea,
que recrea
con su olor,
me regalo
codicioso
del banquete
suntüoso
con las sobras
de un señor.Y me digo: el viento brama,
caiga furioso turbión;
que al son que cruje de la seca leña,
libre me duermo sin rencor ni amor.
Mío es el mundo como el aire libre...
Todos son mis bienhechores,
y por todos
a Dios ruego con fervor;
de villanos y señores
yo recibo los favores
sin estima y sin amor.
Ni pregunto
quiénes sean,
ni me obligo
a agradecer;
que mis rezos
si desean,
dar limosna
es un deber.
Y es pecado
la riqueza:
la pobreza
santidad:
Dios a veces
es mendigo,
y al avaro
da castigo,
que le niegue
caridad.Yo soy pobre y se lastiman
todos al verme plañir,
sin ver son mías sus riquezas todas,
qué mina inagotable es el pedir.
Mío es el mundo: como el aire libre...
Mal revuelto y andrajoso,
entre harapos
del lujo sátira soy,
y con mi aspecto asqueroso
me vengo del poderoso,
y a donde va, tras él voy.
Y a la hermosa
que respira
cien perfumes,
gala, amor,
la persigo
hasta que mira,
y me gozo
cuando aspira
mi punzante
mal olor.
Y las fiestas
y el contento
con mi acento
turbo yo,
y en la bulla
y la alegría
interrumpen
la armonía
mis harapos
y mi voz:Mostrando cuán cerca habitan
el gozo y el padecer,
que no hay placer sin lágrimas, ni pena
que no traspire en medio del placer.
Mío es el mundo; como el aire libre...
Y para mí no hay mañana,
ni hay ayer;
olvido el bien como el mal,
nada me aflige ni afana;
me es igual para mañana
un palacio, un hospital.
Vivo ajeno
de memorias,
de cuidados
libre estoy;
busquen otros
oro y glorias,
yo no pienso
sino en hoy.
Y do quiera
vayan leyes,
quiten reyes,
reyes den;
yo soy pobre,
y al mendigo,
por el miedo
del castigo,
todos hacen
siempre bien.Y un asilo donde quiera
y un lecho en el hospital
siempre hallaré, y un hoyo donde caiga
mi cuerpo miserable al espirar.
Mío es el mundo: como el aire libre,
otros trabajan porque coma yo;
todos se ablandan, si doliente pido
una limosna por amor de Dios.
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You are to blame
He must fix everything with duct tape
and there is never enough
And it's your fault
What have you done with his duct tape?
Those in need need duct tape
There's going to be war
and this finishing off
needs more duct tape
You begin to wonder
if duct tape
will hold together
the hole
where memory leaked away
And somehow you're to blame
Better buy more duct tape
Where the **** is the newspaper?
When the **** did he start using the word ****
**** duct tape
Be credulous
swallow (whole)
gulp down
Make sure he's eating enough
Buy more duct tape
That malevolence
riddled upon his face
He's winning the Duct Tape Wars
Fight pugnacity's furor
there is this figurative war
and it will be won
with duct tape
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
He **** her with ease
She **** him to please
She **** as he wishes
And she does not see
He **** with disease.
He thrusts with anger, disguising his pain
She receives it as passion, it drives her insane
He thrusts with intention, he's full with disdain
She receives unwittingly, her health being slain
He arises proud having laid her in a lie
She arises feeling a closeness and exhales a soft sigh
She turns to watch him leaving and proceeds to wonder why
He turns and moves with furor and never says goodbye
She looks into the mirror giving thought to her conduct
Each moment playing in her head she starts to reconstruct
As toxins flow through her veins and begin to deconstruct
She finally takes her blinders off and sees she's just been fu¢ked
© Tina Thompson
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
Argumentos que encaixam num turbilhão
Sentimentos que se juntam no átrio ao luar,
Mão tuas e de mais ninguém,
Veleiros de outrora, do além,
Sorriso multicolor que tu tens…
Deixa-me embebedar em tudo que acredito,
Queres o céu perdido no infinito.
Caminhas vagarosa e calma,
Melodia que sacia tua alma.
Sensatez e furor que cessam,
Ruído de amor e paixão,
Argumentos de um turbilhão,
Estrelas que a ti confessam…
Victor Marques
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 7:31 AM UTC
hold up a mirror,
say what you said
cracks, in the furor,
when there was three
of you and one of me,
you came at me from
all sides and not one
of them was "on my" side,
world is wide
ocean is deep,
you have too much pride
you are a known creep,
you are all over the details
sink to a new low,
say hello to the great whales,
as they are sounding to
be louder than you
oh let me sink into that
deep blue, I will play
chess all the way to the
bottom, and when I land
it will be lunar, see,
it will be telling, sea,
because the bottom of
the ocean, the sea, the gulf, the lake, the puddle,
already know, my weakness, my muddle,
they are looking for yours,
I warned them you were here,
"Code Name Dysthymia, dear."
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
There was in a country of old
A mighty giant, strong and bold
His feet, bigger than two big dogs
His fingers strong like wooden logs
High up in the mountain, I'm told
Away from the streets and the crowd
In his dark cave he dwelt alone
Feared by all, and fearing none
People trembled at his mere sight
Children, women and men alike
What a big arm, what a great roar!
And what a pride in his furor!
So you must say, he was happy
What is the point of my story?
I shall thus tell you a secret
The tall, tall fellow never slept
He would sometime give it a try
And although he'd never known why
His eyes shut in the depth of night
He'd give it up, not feeling right
But then one day, an ant, curious
Seeing him angry and bilious
Wondered " Golly, what's up in here?"
And climbed all the way to his ear
Feeling an itch, the giant twitched
And threatened "Out! You little witch!"
But the ant crept deeper inside
Whispering "Let's see what you hide"
"Do not look there, minuscule you!
It's not for ants to look into!"
Replied he in an angry slur
But she begged him "Please hear my word"
"For what I see, under your bulk
The very thing that makes you sulk
Depriving you of your slumbers
Is that you frighten great number
Truth to be told, your heart is sweet
But you're hiding in your retreat
For if you scare off more than few
You fear them more than they fear you!"
There was in a country of old
A mighty giant, strong and bold
His feet, bigger than two big dogs
His fingers strong like wooden logs
You will perhaps think it's fancy
'Cause his best friend is an ant, see.
And all the people from the town
Come to visit him in his home
But not at night, of after meals
They wouldn't dare disturb the dreams
Of a mighty giant's mighty sleep!
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
I feel just like I am in terror
When I look at your mirror
You are loveless and rude
You're like a ****** dude.
You just started being crude
Sometimes you lie and elude
I'd not fall into a ****** error
So go away, I am in horror!
No, I'm good, I wouldn't exude
something bad; I am a *****
You have nothing to do for the furor
to me, just shut the bad door!
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC
Cazador alto y tan bello
Como en la tierra no hay dos,
Se fue de caza una tarde
Por los montes del Señor.
Seguro llevaba el paso,
Listo el plomo, el corazón
Repicando, la cabeza
Erguida y dulce la voz.
Bajo el oro de la tarde
Tanto el cazador cazó,
Que finas lágrimas rojas
Se puso a llorar el sol...
Cuando volvía cantando
Suavemente a media voz
Desde un árbol, enroscada,
Una serpiente lo vio.
Iba a vengar a las aves,
Mas, tremendo, el cazador
Con hoja de firme acero
La cabeza le cortó.
Pero aguardándolo estaba
A muy pocos pasos yo...
Lo até con mi cabellera
Y dominé su furor.
Ya maniatado le dije:
-Pájaros matasteis vos,
Y voy a tomar venganza
Ahora que mío sois...
Mas no lo maté con armas,
Busqué una muerte peor:
¡Lo besé tan dulcemente
Que le partí el corazón!
Envío
Cazador: si vas de caza
Por los montes del Señor,
Teme que pájaros venguen
Hondas heridas de amor.
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A tenderhearted rage flows from my
pen, like the Mississippi river after six
months of a hard rain.
Suffering released, I long
for peace, as I grab the pen like
a ****** grabs the syringe, like my
very life depends on it because it
probably does.
The passion that flows within
my veins give a voice to my
soul when the pen vomits
words on the paper, like a
drunk the morning after a
night on the town, trying to
drown the memory of her.
I'm bent on writing because the
world's dim lighting cast shadows on
everything that mattered to me.
I'm shattered you see by
circumstances beyond my control.
Life just seems to roll right over me,
but I take my plight with the fight of
a soldier, whose battle cry is:
furor scribendi, a rage to write; because
in the revealing comes the ultimate
healing and that ******* light will
never die.
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 10:22 AM UTC
No despiertes jamás para vivir tu sueño
porque el sueño es un viaje más allá del olvido.
Tu pie siempre es más firme después de haber caído.
Sólo es grande en la vida quien sabe ser pequeño.
El amor llega y pasa como un dolor risueño,
como una rama seca donde retoña un nido.
Sólo tiene algo suyo quien todo lo ha perdido.
Nadie es dueño de nada sin ser su propio dueño.
La vida será tuya si sabes que es ajena,
que es igual ser montaña que ser grano de arena,
pues la calma del justo vence el furor del bravo.
Y aprende que el camino nace del caminante,
pues, por más que ambiciones, humilde o arrogante,
sólo has de ser el dueño de lo que eres esclavo.
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