"germinal" poems
Como en la vaguedad de un espejismo:
-¿qué sabes? -mi conciencia me interroga,
fluïda en llanto entre mi propio abismo.
Y miro el mar ardiente, el monte flavo
que suaviza el azul, la estrella límpida
rielando en el rocío del capullo;
y en sus cunas los cándidos infantes,
cazados con las redes del arrullo
por el sueño de manos hechizantes.
Y vuelto a mí, gimiendo el corazón:
-¿qué sabes? -vanamente me interrogo,
mudo, bajo la múltiple emoción.
Sólo un saber escondo claro y justo;
llévole como antorcha y como daga
en medio del cerrado laberinto;
en su vasta amplitud mi fe naufraga
y hallo en su anchura incómodo recinto.
Se oyen sordos, roncos lamentos,
y alzan sus puños en el vacío
los pensamientos.
¡Oh menguado saber, pobre riqueza
de formas en imágenes trocadas,
ley ondeante, ciencia que alucina,
que cada noche en el silencio empieza
y cada día con el sol culmina!
¡Oh menguado saber de la iracunda
vida que ante mis ojos se renueva,
germinal y cruël, ciega y profunda;
madre de los mil partos y el misterio
que al barro humilla y a Psiquis subleva!
Como ventana que el azul del cielo
circunscribe, se entreabren los sentidos.
¡Pobre, ruïn saber! Y, sin embargo,
la leve mariposa del anhelo
entra por la ventana sin ruïdos.
Cuaja en el corazón de la manzana
la dulzura estival; la mariposa
vuela del fondo de la carne humana.
¡Que al claro cielo
suba el anhelo!
Por ese vuelo, la heredad natía
canté, con ritmo del ideal retorno,
en la ingenua parábola temprana.
En el turquí del éter desleía
un nácar tenue mi primer mañana.
Por ese anhelo entre los acres pinos
y las rosas en llamas del ocaso,
al hablar dejo la palabra trunca:
el tiempo es breve y el vigor escaso,
y la Amada ideal no vino nunca.
Por ese anhelo, en rimas balbucientes
canto el rojo camino que a la tarde
se pinta en la montaña evocadora,
o a la vívida luz del sol temprano,
como una obsesión conturbadora
de sangre y sangre en el azul lejano.
Y por él amo, en fin, y por él sueño
con una honda transfusión divina
de la luz en mi carne de tortura,
¡puesto que está la estrella vespertina
sobre el horror de esta prisión oscura!
Columpia el mar su cauda nacarina,
y en ustorios relámpagos de espejos
esplende en bruma de ópaco la carne de la ondina.
Y fluye Acuarimántima a lo lejos...
1.5k
no picnic when panic
no streets unborn here
germinal ;
creature undresses
from his cool rubbery dead skin
steps
scent free
into the sodium light
and works on its pallor
fleshed out from the plumbing
a manic talent
it sports the label , Mr. Talon
and favours a facade of mercurial cosmetics
now,
a character most vividly colourful and male-ish
a voice
a maddened song
he breaks his face
and makes it a smile
armed with this sickle
bringing his comedic heavings to the public
he goes gory across the fresh laundry
a violence upon the canvas
a spree upon welcoming sadness
an open mockery
breaking ease
and seizing upon an audience
no more chiding
from within the shade
(egging on villains
and dropping muse-meal)
the folk hero
the prankster
this fierce performer of mischief
takes the stage
in a full suit of teeth-skin
and he’s really quite ravenous
for your abiding applause
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
some of the dryness will bleach from pithing
your noetic strands and the rest, a ****
prinked rind deluded.
i dip cupped hands into the lowlands, scraping
fractal mold flakes captioned, answers in light
crowded lenses.
cubic rift, that, i will toss adoration engines,
in the end, the goddess of substance will
not react.
not retrace, not the rift. mortaled caper,
inflection of the flats, grinded
reactions. grinding thoughts
grounded.
scribbled to-dos spreading forth, immurdered.
tokenized spice cabinets, enter rift
refuge. the caper collapses on molar-novas,
solar lepidoptera folding in your hair.
the sweat-between-us hive. the separatist mind.
salt mines alarm us, a subject deepened
between two gestures. have you the stratum
of intention?
germinal grains, embryonic clock tower -
mineral lies don timescales
tucked in our hereafter mattress.
i will deathlessly dry with a towel
unless i’m showering with it, a full commit
to the status kiss.
[after all that, you still love me,
in the bedlam trees the choral key,
the old oak door embroidery
are pieces of me scattered (spelled) naturally.]
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 12:11 PM UTC
Una música íntima no cesa,
porque transida en un abrazo de oro
la Caridad con el Amor se besa.
¿Oyes el diapasón del corazón?
Oye en su nota múltiple el estrépito
de los que fueron y de los que no son.
Mis hermanos de todas las centurias
reconocen en mí su pausa igual,
sus mismas quejas y sus propias furias.
Soy la fronda parlante en que se mece
el pecho germinal del bardo druida
con la selva por diosa y por querida.
Soy la alberca lumínica en que nada,
como perla debajo de una lente,
debajo de las linfas, Scherezada.
Y soy el suspirante cristianismo
al hojear las bienaventuranzas
de la virgen que fue mi catecismo.
Y la nueva delicia, que acomoda
sus hipnotismos de color de tango
al figurín y al precio de la moda.
La redondez de la Creación atrueno
cortejando a las hembras y a las cosas
con un clamor pagano y nazareno.
¡Oh Psiquis, oh mi alma: suena a son
moderno, a son de selva, a son de orgía
y a son marino, el son del corazón!
631
This atheistic, intelligent, liberal minded
nonestablishmentarian
christened Matthew
Scott Harris, haint gotta clue,
how bias, discrimination,
prejudice didst brew
within me noggin admitting to myself,
(that though tolerant
towards most other people)
amidst variegated hue
mankind cutting crew,
I can not wholeheartedly dislodge un argue
ably the stubborn presence
of disagreeably unwanted notions,
an effort quite few
till to expunge, though not clearly
delineated against gentile nor Jew
the latter encompassing
my genealogical lineage
(as ye probably knew)
though acute awareness exists
that objectionable thoughts
towards others coalesced and grew,
sans initial aural, sensational,
and visual perceptions did ensue
from nearly imperceptible
germinal, ephemeral, and casual
brief interactions, thy amygdala and,
posterior cingulate cortex
(PCC) instantaneously drew
nearly nsync with a single blink
of thine myopic left or right human eye
(which average duration 0.1 to 0.4 seconds,
or 100 to 400 milliseconds)
forged an unconscious initial mount'n view
clocked in at 100 milliseconds
or 328.0839895013123 feet per second
pointing asper an expert mason
hermetically sealing a psychic impression
ala mortise and tenon
amalgamated conglomerate
enterprise glommed zoo
wool logical imprimatur difficult,
but not impossible loo
sin and/or completely dislodge
neurological hullabaloo.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
In the blanketing abyss of night's prelude
no lamp subdues the dark within
but rather set a hazy stage:
lucidity's awakened hour
Dimly and diffuse you blur
through my drifting lines of sentience
reaping your cruel harvest, slyly
scattering my germinal love
How grim this fate that you have cast
upon my hopes so premature:
aborted at 3 weeks
more loss than I can take
enough for me to bury
enough for my resentment
burning unrealised:
fire of my nascent eyes
piercing through the false eclipse
scorching your covert disguise
the veil I long to rip apart
and disintegrate with verity,
to spit upon with love's acid froth
crude as every image of you
...
crude as dispossessed illusions
For I know you no longer,
and grasp for silent solace:
I can still turn the lights off by myself
by myself
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 6:36 PM UTC
This ragamuffin schleps with leaden gait
weighted down like Atlas of yore
like that Greek titan upon massive shoulders
the worldly wide web he wore
if a corporeal being incarnate,
would be friended on social networks fig ure
especially mythological creations exiled,
reviled and sent to river elba shore
the lowest watermark of Napoleon,
and one exemplifying the je nais say quor
my life and hard times as if concocted
from mind of Charles Dickens or
another deft writer with an abysmally dim,
groveling vagabond less o more
who experienced rejection
at every turn muttering to join canine korps
wonder why in this tar nation,
he got saddled with prestigious title of warrior
truth be told suffered psychological
stress disorders at veep fog hatted
Alberts’ epistemological environmental
global germinal garrulousness galore,
whose hoped friendship glued, clinched,
billed as storied AA Milne’s eyore
whose jarring inscrutably heavy
glum footsteps exerted downtrodden chore
impressing mental state with angst,
whence Hades and river Styx did allure!
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
.
This very far which mine eyne doth
vision
the many furrowed shes
ouch
whom hath cramped mine live
mine wild
for the feral precocious
yikes
nubile nymphettes
the rapid flap of their
new vibrissa
unswervingly mine bearing
To mine left
the sophic hers
to mine right
enraptured with I
mine me
hern germinal corporeal
too
hern precocious expressive
Ahhh
dwindling
the hemp which the sophic shes
twist
whilst mine cerebral spills
too
the young shes
swell
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC