"paradisum" poems
I watched you pick flowers
From our garden of Eden
And when I asked you
To plant new trees
You told me that
No matter how many
Seeds enter the soil
Our garden would
Only sprout weeds
And yet I begged you
To never leave
And when I asked you why
You had tasted the fruit
That was forbidden
For us to eat
You told me that
The fruits of our labor
Had now grown rotten
And that you
Preferred a love
That was sweet
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 7:38 PM UTC
O, Lord forgotten please accept
Me upon my mission bereft,
I look to the stars in darkness and cry,
And teeming with demons I ask you why,
And how I can be rid of myself,
How may I ask you for help?
Please remain with me where others have left,
Please linger with me as I conquer each step,
Forgive my wrath, forgive my hatred,
Please stay in my destitute heart, my Savior.
In all my life I shall remember my words,
About the others who walk with the heard.
Nunquam animadverto paradisum,
Omnes perdes qui scitus I,
In nomine Patris et Filii,
Et Spiritus Sancti.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
With silken sway
Life passes us by
like bow met by string
and vibrato's slow decay
With the pedal's release
and the damper set in play
the hammer's dulcet tones
grow weaker through the piece
The act reaches end
and another soon begins
whether in this life or the next
music is what makes the spirit mend
Always hold it dear
the music that follows suit
let melody encompass you
and live life without fear.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
I'm going to tell you an story:
At first
There was only
Fractals
And mysterious forces
That they wove them
On the delicate canvas
From the void.
Galactic Star Beings
Whose fingers and limbs
They danced in a swing
Dictated by the music of heaven
And there, in the middle of the fire of creation
Cosmic little seed, sigh
Hidden in the subsequent emulsion
From the juices of god
Spilling over
Free humanity
That barely light
Runs
Perpetual
Between the shelves of time
Drawing footsteps of all sizes
In all hemispheres,
distributed
Through latitudes, sown at the tip of Oz and the sword
Of a complex zoology
That of the human animal
Fire thief
Polyphonic heron of storms
Seabird that augurs stars
Because we are built
With feathers
That threw the phoenix and the albatross
On the holy land.
And bloom right in the middle
At the beginning of the war
When everything succumbs
And the ruin falls to pieces.
Little rainbow seed, your serpent tongue
Invoke the circular prayer of your abdomen
A sacred energy
Possessed in the word
You undress
Oracle of ******
Emitting a little moan
Barely cat
And overshadowed the man in his misery
Contemplate gods that understand nothing
Rejoice in tumultuous ecstasy
Of his exacerbated human games
Oh for the being of creation
The whole cosmos!
Sanctus and lux aeternam, in paradisum
No requiem bears your name, no bullet
Plus all my poems
No grave my epitaph
And i have died
More than a thousand times
Shake is to infinite prison of bones
The sacred words of the alseid
And the naiad of moisture
How jubilant
He gave his most beautiful flower to Priapus
And you who did not want to lose yourself
In the labyrinth of the Minotaur
When you offer
Your blood on lotus leaves
Worshiping Polyphemus, the lotus eaters
And to the cyclops in the same way
And me sitting in the middle of the odyssey
With headphones on
And the lost look
Thinking
When will the war happen?
When will the war happen?
When will the war happen?
R.
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 3:02 PM UTC
#*In paradisum
deducant te Angeli*
our young voices
sang out sweetly
sounding
like the angels
we invoked
"May the Angels lead you to paradise"
my heart cracked
a little more each time
it was supposed to be an honor
to sing the funeral mass
but amidst sad and lovely music
I heard the crying
felt the grief
from the choir loft you could hear them
sobbing down below
as the priest's solemn chanting
echoed all around
you could see the casket
near the altar
adorned in purple
draped in black
you could smell
the burning candles,
the incense
and the flowers
once when I heard a child cry
it was more than I could take
my tears flowed with the mourners
I was choked
and couldn't sing
all the pain I could imagine,
all anguish
and despair
crept in and
fully broke
what had been merely cracks
from then I never found the music
lovely
so much more than sad
it was bitter and disturbing
to a young
impressionable
mind
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC