"pos" poems
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
I will never be **** again,
At least never seen,
You know it's kind of funny,
That's my personal dream.
LUCKY ME
But I'm all alone, society kills,
All I do is wait and watch,
The grassy green, the blackened hills,
The warzone and it's total loss.
But I'll just "shower in my clothes,"
Or move out when I have no support,
I'll be a misery and no one knows,
Cares about why I'm so forlorn.
Time passes, set my nudist free,
So I'll no longer have to live
In this banged up pos society.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
I want a lover.
Someone to share an intimate touch.
To bask in their presence.
To feel their body.
I want to bring a man joy.
To see the peaceful smile grow
As I gently stroke his chest,
As I kiss his lips, his cheek, his ear, his neck.
I want to feel him hard against me
As my hand moves down his torso.
Closer and closer to his ever growing ****
And down the side of his groin and upper thigh.
I love the smell of a man's body as he gets more and more aroused.
I breathe it in as I kiss his chest
Quickly flicking my tongue over him here and there.
As I move down, touching, kissing, licking.
Finally I'd put my mouth to his hard ****
I kiss the tip, quick flick of my tongue
Then kissing the shaft.
I give a lick from base to tip, while caressing with my hand.
I revel over how ***** he is for me
As I slip my mouth over his dripping tip.
Oh yes, release that pre-cum into my mouth
As I slide my lips down your **** and **** you.
And I release, pause, stretch out the pleasure.
I gently glide my fingers from your ***** to tip
While looking deep in your eyes, smiling.
Both of us enjoying each other's pleasure.
You would roll me on my back
Reciprocating the thrill I just gave you.
Gently stroking and caressing my breast, torso and wet *****
Kissing and licking, increasing my excitement.
And the thrill as your head goes between my legs.
You lick my ***** and it pulses.
You **** my **** and I get even wetter.
My muscles tense with the thrills shooting through me.
You love my arousal as much as I love yours.
Your licking and ******* makes me so wet.
I am more than ready for your **** inside me.
You know it.
You slip your tongue inside me instead.
Bringing me to the edge before you raise up.
You slowly slide your body over me.
Your hard wet **** is perfectly positioned
To slide into my waiting ***** as you move up my body.
The feeling of having you inside me
Is more exciting than anything else.
As my warm ***** drips over your ****
I tighten and release my muscles
To milk every last drop of *** from you.
Waiting for the look that makes me hornier than ever, your *** face.
I love your pleasure, and knowing I affect you like that.
As you push deeper and harder into me
My once loud moans and cries of 'Yes' and 'Oh God'
Become muffled, caught in the breathless ecstasy.
Yes, yes... YES!
You *** squirting your beautiful *** deep inside me.
I few flicks and I *** dripping all over your twitching ****
Oh yes
Pos *** bliss
Hold me
And let me smell our powerful ******* on you.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
Maaf
Maaf
Maaf
Kau bukan secarik kertas
yang dibuang begitu saja setelah kupakai
Kusut, coreng-moreng
Bukan, kau adalah kartu pos
yang disimpan rapi di lemari jati
Meski usiamu tiada muda
Kau bukan terik matahari
yang dicaci orang ketika ada,
diabaikan ketika tiada
Bukan, kau adalah suara rintik hujan
yang dipuji, dikagumi, didengar
Meski kau membasahi baju mereka
Kau bukan jam rusak
yang digantung terlalu tinggi untuk diganti
Berdebu, usang
Bukan, kau adalah api
yang dicari orang sampai kalang-kabut
Meski kau membakar rumah mereka
Tapi maaf jika aku membuatmu merasa seperti
secarik kertas, terik matahari, dan jam rusak
Bukan niat ingin menyakiti
Tapi aku memang tak bisa dicintai
Maaf.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 6:17 AM UTC
'Cause you're demons POS's. But DONT WORRY, YOU WILL ONE DAY.
Since youre all demons who gang up to abuse saints, you will be going to Hell. It's your choice. I hope someday I'll see you in Heaven, but I won't be having conversations with you demons anymore, since you have no decency, no respect, and are a waste of time. Once you experience eternal racking of your soul in Hell like I did, maybe you'll have a chance. Good luck.
I won't be talking to ungodly **** anymore. Only those who are Heavenly like me, who bothered to get there. So when you get to Heaven, I'll talk to you then. Till then, Adieu
I showed kindness, but I'm not going to continue to foster your demonistic unrepentance.
Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 1:20 PM UTC
Going back
is a Fool's
Paradise
Its un-
truth is
its
Per
Fec
Tion
the delicate
bead
of your kiss
A tongue
enunciating
what the
present
Can Be
makes
it all
So Clear
Worth
while
Good
night
but not
Good
bye
to us
maybe
but
You and I
still stand
strong
think
clear-
ly
have twisting
desires
guns
in our backs
for some tattered
and tear-stained
piece of Truth
We cannot
be
Con
Tained
within the realm
of
Re
Collec
Tion
Let us bleed
out
into the
frightening
cold
of our stark
Day
Light
Dreams
Jesus, I own
thoughts that
align me
with you!
You are
a confusing cup
of cigarette tea
And we
are working
to let
our meat
be malleable
our minds
supple and
our tongues
agile
in the warm
embrace of
the other's
Mouth
Heart
Eyes
Another
universe
of dangerous
Pos
Si
Bi
Lity
To hell
with Duality!
The past
is Simplicity!
**** what is
wrong
Know what is
Right
and live to see
the probability
of Tonight
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
acallado el fuego,
imperecedero, y la
sed de tu piel, saciada
con creces.
vacilante nunca, pues
tus ojos brillan,de placer,
deseo, satisfaccion total
y absoluta.
la humedad en mi pelviz,
el brillo sedoso, y agridulce
en mi regazo de leon amado.
y por un momento, justo en
ese momento, estoy completo,
sereno, amado, deseado, una
bestia plena, serena, agradecida.
la pena, el dolor, la ira y su desidia,
y el latrocinio brutal, son solo escollos
borrados con la humedad de tu ****
vacilante es aquella, que no ha amado,
su mentira es una cruz pesada, oscura,
fatua, inerte, su alma jamas podra amar,
bajo el falo divino.
en cambio, tus ojos, verdad, amor y ventura,
amando un imposible, y aun asi amando,
los estertores de tu ****** amada, besada,
penetrada, tierna y ferozmente, son el eco
del fuego chocando con el mar, provocando la vida,
el vapor, que riega la tierra, que genera el ciclo troffico
de la vida, fuego y agua, vapor de vida, pasion,
entre dos bestias, bellas y amadas.
tu miel y tu deseo, SALVAJE, intenso,
perenne, son vitales en la soledad,
de una bestia de montecristo, que solo, acarrea
el daño y el dolor, de las traiciones,
cada corte y puñalada, me hicieron el
hombre fuerte, que ahora soy.
indestructible, y viviendo, amando
imposibles, destruyendo la mentira,
acabando con las debilidades, de los que solo
mienten, llenos de odio, envidia y rencor,
por haber perdido el tornillo que sujeta
nuestra vida.
luego de eso, y por sus debilidades, montecristo
es vencedor, una bestia con corazon, que aprendio
a amar, lo imposible y lo posible, a desaparecerse
en el otro, envuelto en su luz, y su belleza, y la
debilidad y maldad de aquellas chicas mondego,
solo apuraron la debacle, me bato solo
frente a sus errores, riendo y contestando
a las mentiras, sus mentiras y anatemas,
se volvieron en su contra, la verdad limpio el agua,
y el fuego hizo el vapor, completando el ciclo de vida.
asi, mediante el deseo, y la mutua pasion, ocurrioze
lo imposible, en pos de la vida, y el amor.
la quimera del deseo, nunca borro, aquella vez
que nos tocamos, a pesar de las diferencias, plenos,
salvajes.
generando el vapor, cogiendo, gruñendo, bramando,
en mi mente y en la tuya, el mismo deseo,
la inconmesurable verdad, nuestra verdad,
y la incomprensible mentira, fatua, el eco de lo falso,
y sus mentiras infecciosas, corrompiendo, y enlutando
lo que siempre fue luz y vida.
la falsa nocion de amor, en el yerro, y sus
secuazes, con su engaño de la no aceptacion,
la necedad, u la locura, fatuos oscuros incompletos.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
Kupaparkan rayuanku untukmu.
Kupertontonkan asmaraku untukmu.
Dunia harus tahu !
Hatiku selalu menggebu - gebu !
Kukirimkan surat cintaku melalui dunia maya.
Pak Pos sedang sibuk kasmaran juga rupanya.
Oh pak Pos !
Kencan jangan terlalu lama !
Siapa yang bisa mengantarkan cintaku padanya ?!
Kusiapkan surat kuselipkan kata manis dan rindu dengan tinta merah dan banyak kecupan mesra.
Maya harus tahu !
Hatiku memang menggebu - gebu !
Tapi kau buang puisiku.
Melirik saja tak mau.
Ya sudah kalau begitu.
Biar saja dipakai followers saya,
lumayan untuk caption mereka.
Padahal untuk merangkai kata dan rima,
hati harus jatuh dan kau buat patah.
—
Puisiku sebatas dunia maya.
Tidak sampai hati yang empunya.
Malang.
Malang.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
You are a God in the sense that I cannot take my eyes off of you,
nor breathe in your presence.
There is some form of divine revelation
whenever I kiss the mouth upon you which breathes life
into the hollowness of the shell of which I have become.
You are the God that I pray to
and the devoutness I practice to the constitution.
You are the apostle I give all my faith unto,
in the hopes that my body will breach Heaven;
the Heaven which takes its form as the man you are,
which stands before me.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 7:42 AM UTC
I'm uncomfortable
I'm uncomfortable in this feminine peice of **** others call a body
I look in the mirror and all I see is deadname
My body isn't me
My body is deadname
I figured this out yesterday
So I finalized my decision to get top surgery
Only to find out that my insurance matches my peice of **** body
Top surgery isn't covered
Apparently it's cosmetic
**** you
You don't have to live in a body that's wrong
It's not my fault I was put in a body with ***** and curves and bumps in all the wrong places
I don't have 5000 dollars because I already had to pay for intensive outpatient therapy that insurance wouldn't cover
What's the point of having insurance if it only costs and doesn't pay
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
Ya va a venir el día; da
cuerda a tu brazo, búscate debajo
del colchón, vuelve a pararte
en tu cabeza, para andar derecho.
Ya va a venir el día, ponte el saco.
Ya va a venir el día; ten
fuerte en la mano a tu intestino grande, reflexiona,
antes de meditar, pues es horrible
cuando le cae a uno la desgracia
y se le cae a uno a fondo el diente.
Necesitas comer, pero, me digo,
no tengas pena, que no es de pobres
la pena, el sollozar junto a su tumba;
remiéndale, recuerda,
confía en tu hilo blanco, fuma, pasa lista
a tu cadena y guárdala detrás de tu retrato.
Ya va a venir el día, ponte el alma.
Ya va a venir el día; pasan,
han abierto en el hotel un ojo,
azotándolo, dándole con un espejo tuyo...
¿Tiemblas? Es el estado remoto de la frente
y la nación reciente del estómago.
Roncan aún... ¡Qué universo se lleva este ronquido!
¡Cómo quedan tus poros, enjuiciándolo!
¡Con cuántos doses ¡ay! estás tan solo!
Ya va a venir el día, ponte el sueño.
Ya va a venir el día, repito
por el órgano oral de tu silencio
y urge tomar la izquierda con el hambre
y tomar la derecha con la sed; de todos modos,
abstente de ser pobre con los ricos,
atiza
tu frío, porque en él se integra mi calor, amada víctima.
Ya va a venir el día, ponte el cuerpo.
Ya va a venir el día;
la mañana, la mar, el meteoro, van
en pos de tu cansancio, con banderas,
y, por tu orgullo clásico, las hienas
cuentan sus pasos al compás del asno,
la panadera piensa en ti,
el carnicero piensa en ti, palpando
el hacha en que están presos
el acero y el hierro y el metal; jamás olvides
que durante la misa no hay amigos.
Ya va a venir el día, ponte el sol.
Ya viene el día; dobla
el aliento, triplica
tu bondad rencorosa
y da codos al miedo, nexo y énfasis,
pues tú, como se observa en tu entrepierna y siendo
el malo ¡ay! inmortal,
has soñado esta noche que vivías
de nada y morías de todo...
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
Thus now the smell of funky, I'm ****** hyper,
I saw beauty in so many infinitely different hues
(of Purple) I got a kind of wink from you and it truly
Killed off my lonely blues. You say I'm so ******* up,"
Eating, got the munchies for salty, savoury treats, feeling so ****
I'm **** I swear, now rude, I'm on a level "so low" that you "would
Never go," and being so youthful and free, you must punish me,
But do you know what I have got to say?
It sure was a whole lot of harmless childlike fun getting this way!
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 2:44 AM UTC
Folks gather around
Theres a new sheriff in town
Me the one and only
Yosef coming explosives
As land mines keep eyes on one time
Time to shine like im glo mo
Blastin' guns at the temple's
Of the po pos
It dont matter as long as
I see the blood shatter
Make ya dreams shatter
When im on the mic i taster
The beat
Givin' total disaster
Im an F-5 tornado
Rippin' up **** everything is a target
The bars get
More ruthless
Knockin' out ya dentures
Leave ya toothless
Now ya talkin with a lisp
I burn through souls
Like an eclispe
Its total darkness
Make way for the king of the jungle
Born to rumble
So you critics can talk loud
But all i hear is mumbles
They crumbles
Like cookies at best they just rookie
Rest in peace to tookie
I crip walk and blood walk
Cuz we all one blood no crud in my eye
Cuz i never cry
Or laid down got many in a frown
Blink to fast and there will
Be a pistol to crown
Now let me see you smile fools
Talkin' loud but cant talk
With death in yo face
After the paper chase
Naw forget it i *******
Out the best and still couldnt get admitted
To a studio **** the rhymes and the fore play though
Im tryna reach your conscious so
But most stuck on nonsense
Day dreamin' i got the triple beam and
My guns be tag teamin'
Cuz they dont bust solo
So when ya see me holla bolo
So i can break into a cover
No other
Can lay it down quite like me
Im the really only emcee
Left this is my life and death
And if you got beef
Come with it come get it
But it will go stale
Got ya confined in my cell
Therapy
You cant **** with me
Im ghost
Cuz you know ya cant see me
Biaaaaasastch
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
Hoy como ayer, mañana como hoy,
¡y siempre igual!
Un cielo gris, un horizonte eterno
y andar... andar.
Moviéndose a compás, como una estúpida
máquina, el corazón.
La torpe inteligencia del cerebro,
dormida en un rincón.
El alma, que ambiciona un paraíso,
buscándole sin fe,
fatiga sin objeto, ola que rueda
ignorando por qué.
Voz que, incesante, con el mismo tono,
canta el mismo cantar,
gota de agua monótona que cae
y cae, sin cesar.
Así van deslizándose los días,
unos de otros en pos;
hoy lo mismo que ayer...; y todos ellos,
sin gozo ni dolor.
¡Ay, a veces me acuerdo suspirando
del antiguo sufrir!
Amargo es el dolor, ¡pero siquiera
padecer es vivir!
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be gin and it seems there is so much time left / pro ceed ing and speed ing much fast er a gain / craw ling and march ing the mo ments count down / the tick ing grows loud er the se cond hand 's shou ting and fas ter yet slo wly i'm fro zen a sleep / i'm thin king in slo mo time's spee ding and surg ing a round de com pos ing and what do i mean ? what can i show for the min utes i'm was ting ? i need to be mov ing like there 's no time left / can i get some where make some thing be fore the end ? move me to trust you build some thing be cause I can 't / ev er y se cond i'm dying i need your breath /
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
Bajo un cámbulo en flor, en la llanura,
cerca de clara fuente rumorosa
que va regando a su rededor frescura,
sin cruz la abandonada sepultura,
el poeta suicida en paz reposa.
Caprichoso juguete del destino,
pálido, siempre triste, torvo y ceño,
fue en extrañas regiones peregrino,
siempre buscando su ideal divino,
y siempre en pos de su imposible sueño.
Una tarde, a los últimos fulgores
de Sol, cuando en el viejo campanario
del Ángelus vibraban los clamores,
regresó, con su fardo de dolores,
a su hogar el poeta solitario.
«Mi corazón, nos dijo, paz desea;
escribiré»... Para luchar cobarde
Nada más escribió. Su sola idea
era la de la muerte... Y otra tarde
lo vimos que salía de la aldea.
«Dónde vas?» Le dijimos
«Una cita;
Voy de prisa... me esperan...» Infinita
calma brillaba en su pupila inerte
«¿Quien? No lo sé. Beatriz... o Margarita».
...Y su cita... ¡era cita con la muerte!
Ya duerme... Y a las sombras, a lo ignoto,
a la negra, infinita lontananza,
lanzó el cansado y pálido piloto,
su blanco ensueño, como mástil roto,
como tabla deshecha, la Esperanza.
Como es tierra maldita, no hay camino
a do el triste cantor descansa inerme;
huye su sepultura el campesino,
solo... y en paz, con su laúd divino.
Pero cuando la luna en los desiertos
ámbitos se levantan, como aurora,
como la blanca aurora de los muertos,
desentume el canto los brazos yertos,
y en su huesa callada se incorpora.
¿Qué dulce voz de misterioso encanto
rompe el silencio de la noche? ¿Es una
serenata de amor?... ¿Plegaria o llanto?
¿Notas de arpas celestes?... ¡Es el canto
del poeta, a los rayos de la luna!
Y surgen a su acento, cual visiones,
las bellas heroínas inmortales
de sus castos poemas y canciones...
¡De su vida, las blancas ilusiones;
del poeta, las novias ideales!
Van surgiendo al vibrar de la armonía,
halo de luz sobre la frente, y llenas
de albas rosas las manos... Se diría
de canéforas blanca Teoría,
bajo arcadas de mármol, en Atenas.
En silencio lo escuchan... Ni un acento
Se levanta inoportuno... Ni suspira
Entre las ramas del guadual el viento.
En torno todo es paz, recogimiento;
todo es quietud al sollozar la ira.
Callad al fin las notas armoniosas;
y a la luz de la luna, que en la quieta
llanura se difunde, las hermosas
ponen sobre las sienes del poeta
una corona de laurel y rosas
Vuelve a cantar la brisa... Lentamente
las visiones se extinguen una a una;
como un áureo jardín es el Oriente,
y el poeta en la fosa hunde la frente,
mientras se borra en el azul la luna.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
Folks gather around
Theres a new sheriff in town
Me the one and only
Yosef coming explosives
As land mines keep eyes on one time
Time to shine like im glo mo
Blastin' guns at the temple's
Of the po pos
It dont matter as long as
I see the blood shatter
Make ya dreams shatter
When im on the mic i taster
The beat
Givin' total disaster
Im an F-5 tornado
Rippin' up **** everything is a target
The bars get
More ruthless
Knockin' out ya dentures
Leave ya toothless
Now ya talkin with a lisp
I burn through souls
Like an eclispe
Its total darkness
Make way for the king of the jungle
Born to rumble
So you critics can talk loud
But all i hear is mumbles
They crumbles
Like cookies at best they just rookie
Rest in peace to tookie
I crip walk and blood walk
Cuz we all one blood no crud in my eye
Cuz i never cry
Or laid down got many in a frown
Blink to fast and there will
Be a pistol to crown
Now let me see you smile fools
Talkin' loud but cant talk
With death in yo face
After the paper chase
Naw forget it i *******
Out the best and still couldnt get admitted
To a studio **** the rhymes and the fore play though
Im tryna reach your conscious so
But most stuck on nonsense
Day dreamin' i got the triple beam and
My guns be tag teamin'
Cuz they dont bust solo
So when ya see me holla bolo
So i can break into a cover
No other
Can lay it down quite like me
Im the really only emcee
Left this is my life and death
And if you got beef
Come with it come get it
But it will go stale
Got ya confined in my cell
Therapy
You cant **** with me
Im ghost
Cuz you know ya cant see me
Biaaaaasastch
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
She said this is my last chance and that if i **** this up she is done with me, and I think those are reasonable terms. After all of the ******** I've put her through and all the hurt, tears, and heartbreak I am unsure why she is even playing with the idea of giving me another chance but she is and I'm going to give it my absolute best attempt at not being the natural born ****** POS who ***** at everything for a while so we can at least deal with all of our BS superficial problems and maybe get to things that are important like world problem and **** and maybe we can debate and have meaningful discussions like we used to when everything was ******* rainbows and butterflies and we were in love and it seemed like there were no problems in the world and that we'd be together forever and that we'd grow old and be happy even though we both knew that the chances of that actually happening were next to none yet we still went for it because of the hope of that small sliver of it actually working. I miss that old us, but i understand why reality set in and took us over because in the real world fairytale relationships don't exist. this is the real world and “You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.”
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
Yo descendí de la antioqueña cumbre,
de austera estirpe que el honor decora,
el alma en paz y el corazón en lumbre,
y el claro sortilegio de la aurora
bruñó mi lira y la libró de herrumbre.
Y fui, viajero de nivoso monte
y umbría roza de maíz, al valle
que da a la luz su fruta entre su llama:
había miel de filtros de sinsonte
que derrama canción de rama en rama.
Y el mar abierto, a mí divinamente
su honda virtud hizo afluir entera:
gusté su yodo... y la embriaguez ignota
de no sé qué sagrada primavera
bajo la paz de una ciudad remota.
Fulgía en mi ilusión Acuarimántima.
Ciudad del bien, fastuosa, legendaria,
ciudad de amor y esfuerzo y ufanía
y de meditación y de plegaria;
una ciudad azúlea, egregia, fuerte,
una Jerusalén de poesía.
Y como los cruzados medioevales,
ceñíme al torso fúlgida coraza
y fuime en pos de la ciudad cautiva,
burlando la guadaña de la Muerte
y la fortuna a mi querer esquiva.
La ondulante odisea rememoro
con amor y dolor... Un linde vago,
de súbito sangriento, ya cetrino...
Un buque... un muelle... un joven noctivago...
y el tono de la voz... y el pan marcino...
La maravilla comba, transparente,
de las noches de junio hacia la hondura
de un huerto viola, en ácidos alcores;
y allí la levadura de mis cantos,
hecha de mezquindad y sinsabores.
Y aquella niña del amor florido
y oloroso, y ritual, y enardecido,
el seno como un fruto no oprimido,
y un dulzor en los besos diluïdo,
y un no sé qué... que túrbame el sentido.
Y la huraña beldad, el mármol yerto
e inconmovible; y la Infantina huraña
que era el postrer jazmín que daba un huerto...
¡Me figuro las luces de sus ojos
como dos cirios de un cariño muerto!
Y el arduo afán en el impulso vario
por resolver el canto en melodía.
Derrame un ruiseñor en el himnario
toda la miel del día.
Un rumor milenario,
y la luz de tu lámpara ¡oh Sophía!
Húmedos los cabellos -cristalinos caireles
de agua y sol-, aún ondulan fantásticas ondinas;
mientras danza en la luz un coro de donceles
por la playa al influjo de las sales marinas...
788
Y mi mano sacrílega se tiñe
de tu sangre, ¡oh Imali, oh vestal mía!
Mas no fue mi ternura, fue un furor...
Si de nuevo, a mis ojos resurrecta,
te pudiese inmolar, te inmolaría.
¿Ya ves, oh Imali, que no fue mi amor?
Gozoso aún y pávido y tremente,
hui a la sombra, la cerrada sombra
que en su mudez acoge las iras y los vértigos.
¡Un hueco en tus entrañas, tierra dura!
¡Soledad, un refugio en tus entrañas!
¡Tu ojo sin vista, lobreguez impura!
Mas la sangre fluía. en chorros de carbunclos.
Ante el cadáver lívido, sin blandones, sin túmulo,
todo estaba sangriento.
-"Asesino", "Asesino" -susurraba y se iba el viento.
En los prados del monte fueron crimen mis huellas.
Como vírgenes desoladas
me bañaron de llanto las estrellas.
En las playas de luz mojadas
di un alarido al ver el mar que hervía;
y huyendo en pos, en pos de la noche que huía,
me ensangrentó la sangre horrible del alba del día.
-"Asesino", "Asesino" -susurraba y se iba el viento.
Y los pastores me negarían sus cabañas.
Las rocas me aplastarían en sus entrañas.
La paz es mi enemigo violento
y el amor mi enemigo sanguinario.
¿Y a qué tu sombra, oh noche del lúbrico ardimiento,
si entre mi corazón ardía el tenebrario?
Viajó mi alma en íntimas pasiones
de Cristos coronados de congojas;
¡el pudor!, ¡el honor entre sayones!
Fui rosa negra de mil rosas rojas
del vicio en las ocultas floraciones...
Mas el azul a mi dolor heroico
abrió su abismo de fulgencias puras,
soles remotos, nébulas, centellas
y estuve opreso por las lumbres de ellas
del hilo de oro de! collar del día;
y un anhelar de espacio dio sus alas
a mi desconcertada poesía.
En la lluvia de gotas de mi sangre,
tras el velo irisado de mis lágrimas,
-vago sueño- sus brumas deshacía,
-vago sueño- mi vaga Acuarimántima.
768
its hard for us to speak as we feel.
but a poem has no rules to keep,
no untruth to shake us from our sleep.
no one to tell me i'm crazy when I repeat
the same words like a broken broken broken record,
or when I string them o ut
in
nonsensi cal pa
tter
ns
like those girls out on the street,
because these words can bend and SCREAM.
no one ever said poetry is s'pos to make sense
just s'pos to be free
spoken from the unedited souls
of you and me
-e.r.n.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC