"trama" poems
Let's all be honest... for once... let us all admit this statement...
Each of us has impaled a dozy pill of mistakes... inhaled regrets fragrant
A prescription of the many countless regrets... failures... and stupid moments
They come back like a drug side effect, attacking you as their opponent
Losing your sense of reality as you drunkenly laugh at the blessings
Numb to kindnesses touch as you roll off the couch of security... nervously sweating
Openly abusing the precious, pure body of wisdom... deaf to her rejecting scream...
She stood by your side... Telling you not to take another drink... not to get lost in marijuana's dream...
A foolish smirk sneaks on your face, your mind clouded by the vape and tobacco, blocking your judgment
Carelessly touching in all the wrong places... pleasurable? Your conscious shows no lament
Your lips are a bite... Your touch is a knife... your words are a poison... to not only wisdom... for it will backfire
You are finally evicted from Illusions hallucinations... you fell for such a devilish liar.
Your brain has rung the alarm to your entire body... memories of unwise choices bring head trama
A heavy alcoholic breath escapes your mouth of regretted words... full of gossips drama
You wobble on unstable feet.. and do not achieve your desired balance...
Falling to your knees... you see the blood... the tears... and the saliva of someone who is guilty... no use in using words of parlance
No lies can hide the guilt that clokes your face...
All evidence leads you down to your fate...
"Drugged and Drunk of Regrets" was the charge placed against you... then you were sent away
But be careful... Memories, thoughts, and feelings can lead your mind astray.
"Set them free... You have been given mercy..."
The Judge granted, without one drop of regret and worry
...Mercy... You have been given mercy for your crime...
So why continue to drug your self on regrets? It's not worth a dime!!
DON'T GET DRUNK ON THE PAST!!!!
THE OLD IS GONE!!! THE PAST WON'T LAST!!!
DON'T CONTINUE TO ****** YOUR THOUGHTS OF A HOPEFULLY FUTURE!!
I HAVE DONE THAT!!! DON'T BE HAPPINESSES CONSUMER!!
We all have been Drugged and Drunk of Regrets...
but the best thing to do... it to apologize... and forget...
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
Levanten sus copas
que hoy la suerte
se cierne a la botella
Dionisio pagó con sangre
el trago amargo de la pérdida.
Laureada la seda que envuelve
el óbito de tu destino,
sobre el tinto que ateza de luto tu pecho
atribulan sus enemigos
en la cómplice oscuridad de un bar olvidado
que arrulla en secreto la muerte bajo un mar de Ginebra
Que aguarda entre mentiras al
íntimo ritual que sienta el pulso
y añeja el vértigo de tus palabras
Petaca en mano que enciende tu aliento
desgaja tus venas de oporto y ron
y pinta de sanguinos matices
la náusea ...
que apacigua el lamento
de tu Ménade solitaria
que entre espectros alcoholizados
maldice el acre juicio del azar
Danza macabra que
funde sus lenguas profanas,
en la misma apática letanía
Maldita esa noche de julio
parda como el veneno que rezuman tus vísceras
parda como la trama endeble
que corrompe tu hígado enfermo
Maldita la sed en tus ojos vidriosos
negros como el nectar que escancian la Nísiades
en la viña de tu cárdena mortaja.
Maldito el recuerdo
que aún te ve
Sentado con beoda inocencia
donde van a morir las ratas
y un perro viejo sella
con vos su pródigo pacto secuaz
Que entre pitada y pitada
escapan a vos en susurros los versos del turco Jayyam
batiendo suspiros al aire
flotando en castillos de alquitrán
Que pensando en la muerte
borracho y con voz cansada
solías preguntar
¿Habrá allí una pizca de lima que bese
el salitre de sus dedos renegridos?
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
Voy a contarte en secreto
quién soy yo,
así, en voz alta,
me dirás quién eres,
quiero saber quién eres,
cuánto ganas,
en qué taller trabajas,
en qué mina,
en qué farmacia,
tengo una obligación terrible
y es saberlo,
saberlo todo,
día y noche saber
cómo te llamas,
ése es mi oficio,
conocer una vida
no es bastante
ni conocer todas las vidas
es necesario,
verás,
hay que desentrañar,
rascar a fondo
y como en una tela
las líneas ocultaron,
con el color, la trama
del tejido,
yo borro los colores
y busco hasta encontrar
el tejido profundo,
así también encuentro
la unidad de los hombres,
y en el pan
busco
más allá de la forma:
me gusta el pan, lo muerdo,
y entonces
veo el trigo,
los trigales tempranos,
la verde forma de la primavera
las raíces, el agua,
por eso
más allá del pan,
veo la tierra,
la unidad de la tierra,
el agua,
el hombre,
y así todo lo pruebo
buscándote
en todo,
ando, nado, navego
hasta encontrarte,
y entonces te pregunto
cómo te llamas,
calle y número,
para que tú recibas
mis cartas,
para que yo te diga
quién soy y cuánto gano,
dónde vivo,
y cómo era mi padre.
Ves tú qué simple soy,
qué simple eres,
no se trata
de nada complicado,
yo trabajo contigo,
tú vives, vas y vienes
de un lado a otro,
es muy sencillo:
eres la vida,
eres tan transparente
como el agua,
y así soy yo,
mi obligación es ésa:
ser transparente,
cada día
me educo,
cada día me peino
pensando como piensas,
y ando
como tú andas,
como, como tú comes,
tengo en mis brazos a mi amor
como a tu novia tú,
y entonces
cuando esto está probado,
cuando somos iguales
escribo,
escribo con tu vida y con la mía,
con tu amor y los míos,
con todos tus dolores
y entonces
ya somos diferentes
porque, mi mano en tu hombro,
como viejos amigos
te digo en las orejas;
no sufras,
ya llega el día,
ven,
ven conmigo,
ven
con todos
los que a ti se parecen,
los más sencillos,
ven,
no sufras,
ven conmigo,
porque aunque no lo sepas,
eso yo sí lo sé:
yo sé hacia dónde vamos,
y es ésta la palabra:
no sufras
porque ganaremos,
ganaremos nosotros,
los más sencillos,
ganaremos,
aunque tú no lo creas,
ganaremos.
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Bare in mind every hair-splitting detail:
Giving up was growing up.
Retail prices of bail bonds, re-told crises turned stories
Have gotten old so we painted the white roses red
Instead of trite and true head-loss.
Blah Blah brain trama drama, tears for dear old mama
Mean-time spent
While we've met cross-breeds with clarinet reeds
Never shoved down tiny child throats.
Too fat to fly.
Too fat to ****
Hook -- one for the money.
Line -- two for the show.
Sinker -- three to turn back and tinker with hands as toys.
Cut out and crafty make-shift girls with faulty gills
Flop and flail on glue-covered decks next to
Peeled and punched newspaper clipped boys.
Giving up was growing up.
Moving on, and I'm still growing up.
(Written 3/12)
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
iHave Your Mind
In Circles.
Stressed And Worried over me.
All Because of my disease
Yes I know its so unfair
That You Have to go through this
Through My Comedown And Rages iThrow All
Because of tweak.
Your Minds In Trama
Because Of what you know about my past
Feeling Tortured
Once i Spoke About the lies ive told you.
This Problem i Have Affected Us Too.
Its daily Thoughts & Doubts
Wether im really where i Say Im At
If il Pick Up Or if i used.
Instead Of Missing me And waiting till You See me
Having Thoughts Of Always Wanting to be with me
You Have the complete Opposite
Cause you dont know If you should believe me
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
Take my winnings and leave me with my mistakes...
Brighter days be gone from memory.
I've seen the sudden loss of life that only comes with ******
memories of happier days are clouded in my head,
I try and find a simple thought, to over think and push away the images that that staind my brain and hid so much of myself away....
See I try and be a good guy,
Most child killers do!
Most of us, not all of us but certainly some, myself included.
Take what they see and then forget it all.
It's easier to sit in the moment, relive the trama, and resee the colors and hear the screams because after that life was gone so we're our dreams....
We keep so much away from others,at 12yo I saw a homie blow a pleading man's head off.
I don't wanna think more about the good times...... Take my happy days back.....
At 13yo i watched bodies drop after I took the shot I was told to take.
How can I see there fate so suddenly come to an end, and smile at the birth of my son....
There souls set heavy on my shoulders, I say nothing of there demis. Who am I to speak apon another man's life that my hand has taken?
I'm sorry, that I at the time I was a stone and showed no hesitation, taking away the one person that could have saved us....
No I cry in my sleep... when they come back in my thoughts and create nightmares as vengens....
Others see me distant and angry but
I just lose myself in practicing apologies.....
So when you holla and I ignore ya, or turn around and unload on ya. It's cuz I'll never find the words that'll make my theft of life ok......
Send my happiness to the souls
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
*I explode on paper,
words stolen from tongues jaded,
Walkin through the bones of satan on roads paved in gold on bloodstained stones,
Quoting ravens,
Unchained vocals spoken through molten statements,
Cant contain the shine they hold on glowin pages,
My flow is hatred,
Found my place unknown with souls forsaken,
Amongst the ancients and shadowy faces,
Scorched and tainted,
Sent from the lowest places to translate the words from a foreign language,
Holdin the flame within,
became one With the mass of woes and anguish Transformed to greatness,
Decayed corrosion controlled and vanquished,
MY UNHOLY CREATED-*
HED TRAMA™
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
I turbini sollevano la polvere
sui tetti, a mulinelli, e sugli spiazzi
deserti, ove i cavalli incappucciati
annusano la terra, fermi innanzi
ai vetri luccicanti degli alberghi.
Sul corso, in faccia al mare, tu discendi
in questo giorno
or piovorno ora acceso, in cui par scatti
a sconvolgerne l'ore
uguali, strette in trama, un ritornello
di castagnette.
È il segno d'un'altra orbita: tu seguilo.
Discendi all'orizzonte che sovrasta
una tromba di piombo, alta sui gorghi,
più d'essi vagabonda: salso nembo
vorticante, soffiato dal ribelle
elemento alle nubi; fa che il passo
su la ghiaia ti scricchioli e t'inciampi
il viluppo dell'alghe: quell'istante
è forse, molto atteso, che ti scampi
dal finire il tuo viaggio, anello d'una
catena, immoto andare, oh troppo noto
delirio, Arsenio, d'immobilità...
Ascolta tra i palmizi il getto tremulo
dei violini, spento quando rotola
il tuono con un fremer di lamiera
percossa; la tempesta è dolce quando
sgorga bianca la stella di Canicola
nel cielo azzurro e lunge par la sera
ch'è prossima: se il fulmine la incide
dirama come un albero prezioso
entro la luce che s'arrosa: e il timpano
degli tzigani è il rombo silenzioso
Discendi in mezzo al buio che precipita
e muta il mezzogiorno in una notte
di globi accesi, dondolanti a riva, -
e fuori, dove un'ombra sola tiene
mare e cielo, dai gozzi sparsi palpita
l'acetilene -
finché goccia trepido
il cielo, fuma il suolo che t'abbevera,
tutto d'accanto ti sciaborda, sbattono
le tende molli, un fruscio immenso rade
la terra, giù s'afflosciano stridendo
le lanterne di carta sulle strade.
Così sperso tra i vimini e le stuoie
grondanti, giunco tu che le radici
con sé trascina, viscide, non mai
svelte, tremi di vita e ti protendi
a un vuoto risonante di lamenti
soffocati, la tesa ti ringhiotte
dell'onda antica che ti volge; e ancora
tutto che ti riprende, strada portico
mura specchi ti figge in una sola
ghiacciata moltitudine di morti,
e se un gesto ti sfiora, una parola
ti cade accanto, quello è forse, Arsenio,
nell'ora che si scioglie, il cenno d'una
vita strozzata per te sorta, e il vento
la porta con la cenere degli astri.
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*Lost in love,
A call from above,
Lost in translation,
A fascination,
Lost in the real,
Trying to feel,
Lost in my heart,
For we've grown apart,
Lost in my thoughts,
But never forgot,
Lost in the past,
With memories trapped,
Lost in her voice,
My walls destroyed,
Lost in my tears,
Just trying to hear,
Lost in my want,
My need to touch,
Lost in my dread,
Calling for death,
Lost in my void,
Without a point,
Lost in her dream,
Too high to reach-
HED TRAMA™*
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
GOD BLESS AMERICA,
GOD BLESS THE NON EXISTENT CAUSE TO KEEP THE FREEDOM,
GOD BLESS THE WARS AND WHOEVER'S DECLARIN EM,
THE LIES AND THE ONES WHO BELIEVE EM,
GOD BLESS ****** AND ALL OF HIS REPLICAS,
THE POISON IN THE AIR AND THE ONES STILL BREATHIN,
GOD BLESS OUR LEADERS DISGUISED AS ANGELS,
AND GOD BLESS BLESS DEMONS,
GOD BLESS THE COLD AND THE HUNGRY,
THE ************ ASKIN FOR FORGIVNESS AND HIS PASTOR TOO,
GOD BLESS THE 10 WITH AN ABUNDANCE OF MONEY,
THE POOR AND THE VENGEFUL,
CUZ WE'RE COMIN AFTER YOU!-
SO **** YOU TO THE GAME,
AND **** THE PRIZE,
WE CAN'T BE TAMED,
WE CAN'T BE CHAINED,
**** YOUR LIES!
**** YOU TO THE THRONE,
AND **** THE SHEEP,
WE WON'T DO WHAT WE'RE TOLD,
THIS **** IS OLD,
WE'LL MAKE YOU BLEED!
**** YOU TO THE ********
AND **** WHO LISTENS,
Y'ALL CAN SHOVE IT,
BITE THE BULLET,
DESTROYIN THE SYSTEM!
**** YOU TO THE PROUD,
AND **** THE LIARS,
WHO TOOK YOUR CROWN?
WHO BURNED YOU DOWN?
WE ARE THE FIRE!
HED TRAMA™
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
HATED BY MANY,
LOVED BY NONE,
THE VOICE OF A GOD,
I'M ONE WITH THE SUN,
TORCHIN THE LAND,
PYROCLASTIC ERUPTIONS,
LET THE EARTH BURN,
IN MY PATH OF DESTRUCTION,
NOTHIN BUT YOUR ASHES,
LEFT IN MY WAKE,
THIS FEELING, VOLCANIC,
I DANCE IN THE FLAMES,
WALKIN WITH PHANTOMS,
DESTROYIN YOUR GRACE,
THE BLOOD OF THE RANSOM,
WAS SPILLED IN MY NAME,
SOUL BLACKENED,
FROM THE SKY I WAS HURLED,
DOWN TO MY HELL,
THIS INFERNO, MY WORLD-
HED TRAMA™
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
Mente de caballos de carnaval, mente inparable siempre soñando de deseos inalcansables. Mundo de fantasia, mundo perfecto lo que siempre yo he pensado que es correcto. No hay preocupasiones porque no hay tiempo para ellas es una accion sin existencia. Para mi esto es mi ser muy despejado de la realidad pero vivo de el, reacciono differente tal vez muy creativo es complicado vivir en dos mundos y que uno sea elusivo. No prefiero el ireal aunque nadie me crea, siempre estoy en el espacio sin nave y sin esfuerzo. Pero esta mente no es un juego es dificil vivir en dos mundos cuando solo uno de ellos es importante. Pero en este carnaval no hay tal cosa como el descanso. Intento lo mejor pero mi mente me llama me atrae de diferentes maneras con las cosas que trama. Soluciones para problemas de una manera poca visible, y possibilidades de gran interes en mi vida constante. Yo lo decidi ase mucho en sacar tiempo para los dos sin el mundo elusivo no existiria "yo".
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
I apologize
Baby I’ve been trying, nothing seems to cover up the pain
I’ve been trying, holding on, holding on
Baby I’ve been trying, nothing seems to cover up the pain
I’ve been trying, holding on, holding on
Holding on to your pain forever
I'm just holding on, holding on to your pain
I been holding on to this pain for such a long time, trying to outfight my demons put it to rest, had to get it off my chest ease this dreaded stress, first let me start off by stating I take full responsibility this is an apology, I know sorry can't fix everything but maybe it'll soothe your pain
Sitting here sniffing the pleasant stench of your favorite sweater, reminding me it makes no sense of how I treated you, your love was innocent so raw it's pure, I made you ashamed you got taken for granted caused you so much pain a strain on your heart, it's all my fault failed my part couldn't protect your heart it turned dark, decayed your love it's nonexistent for a new lover you spite men you hate me, sinister you plot vengeance a demon I created leaving you frustrated caused you to miscarriage you want me castrated cause of dying breed, you forgot how to love tormenting your heart to cover up the pain a demon I created attempted sucide your soul can't take it, Seems you survived respawned just to destroy to me trama that I created
I apologize for your pain these words are not confessed in vain, repeated karma my father did the same thing to mama warfare of generational curse trying to break the shackles can't drag this heavy chain no more my strength deteriorating, emotional abuse I cause in the past is my irresonspility of love I rebuke it painful mistakes I made I apologize I am ashamed in due time I hope this poem ease your pain love is a learned lesson but still can't fix pain
I want you to forgive me for yourself
not for me, can't keep holding on
I want you to love again no suffering
I apologize
Baby I’ve been trying, nothing seems to cover up the pain
I’ve been trying, holding on, holding on
Baby I’ve been trying, nothing seems to cover up the pain
I’ve been trying, holding on, holding on
Holding on to your pain forever
I'm just holding on, holding on to your pain
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
Ricordi quand'eri saggina,
coi penduli grani che il vento
scoteva, come una manina
di ***** il sonaglio d'argento?
Cadeva la brina; la pioggia
cadeva: passavano uccelli
gemendo: tu gracile e roggia
tinnivi coi cento ramelli.
Ed oggi non più come ieri
tu senti la pioggia e la brina,
ma sgrigioli come quand'eri
saggina.
Restavi negletta nei solchi
quand'ogni pannocchia fu colta:
te, colsero, quando i bifolchi
v'ararono ancora una volta.
Un vecchio ti prese, recise,
legò; ti privò della bella
semenza tua rossa; e ti mise
nell'angolo, ad essere ancella.
E in casa tu resti, in un canto,
negletta qui come laggiù;
ma niuno è di casa pur quanto
sei tu.
Se t'odia colui che la trama
distende negli alti solai,
l'arguta gallina pur t'ama,
cui porti la preda che fai.
E t'ama anche senza, ché ai costi
ti sbalza, ed i grani t'invola,
residui del tempo che fosti
saggina, nei campi già sola.
Ma più, gracilando t'aspetta
con ciò che in tua vasta rapina
le strascichi dalla già netta
cucina.
Tu lasci che t'odiino, lasci
che t'amino: muta, il tuo giorno,
nell'angolo, resti, coi fasci
di stecchi che attendono il forno.
Nell'angolo il giorno tu resti,
pensosa del canto del gallo;
se al ***** tu già non ti presti,
che viene, e ti vuole cavallo.
Riporti, con lui che ti frena,
le paglie ch'hai tolte, e ben più;
e gioia or n'ha esso; ma pena
poi tu.
Sei l'umile ancella; ma reggi
la casa: tu sgridi a buon'ora,
mentre impaziente passeggi,
gl'ignavi che dormono ancora.
E quanto tu muovi dal canto,
la rondine è ancora nel nido;
e quando comincia il suo canto,
già ode per casa il tuo strido.
E l'alba il suo cielo rischiara,
ma prima lo spruzza e imperlina,
così come tu la tua cara
casina.
Sei l'umile ancella, ma regni
su l'umile casa pulita.
Minacci, rimproveri; insegni
ch'è bella, se pura, la vita.
Insegni, con l'acre tua cura
rodendo la pietra e la creta,
che sempre, per essere pura,
si logora l'anima lieta.
Insegni, tu sacra ad un rogo
non tardo, non bello, che più
di ciò che tu mondi, ti logori
tu!
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I took my first breath
The moment my emotions bled into words.
All the trama I kept bottled up
Slowly became smaller than they once were.
Slowly healing from all the damage that I had breathed in
Every letter is a stitch that is sewing me up
Oct 20, 2022
Oct 20, 2022 at 9:02 AM UTC
No acaba aquí la historia.
Esto es sólo
una pequeña pausa para que descansemos.
La tensión es tan grande,
la emoción que desprende la trama es tan
intensa,
que todos,
bailarines y actores, acróbatas
y distinguido público,
agradecemos
la convencional tregua del entreacto,
y comprobamos
alegremente que todo era mentira,
mientras los músicos afinan sus violines.
Hasta ahora hemos visto
varias escenas rápidas que preludiaban muerte.
conocemos el rostro de ciertos personajes
y sabemos
algo que incluso muchos de ellos ignoran:
el móvil
de la traición y el nombre
de quien la hizo.
Nada definitivo ocurrió todavía,
pero
la desesperación está nítidamente
dibujada, y los intérpretes
intentan evitar el rigor del destino
poniendo
demasiado calor en sus exuberantes
ademanes, demasiado carmín en sus sonrisas
falsas,
con lo que -es evidente- disimulan
su cobardía, el terror
que dirige
sus movimientos en el escenario.
Aquellos
ineficaces y tortuosos diálogos
refiriéndose a ayer, a un tiempo
ido,
completan, sin embargo,
el panorama roto que tenemos
ante nosotros, y acaso
expliquen luego muchas cosas, sean
la clave que al final lo justifique
todo.
No olvidemos tampoco
las palabras de amor junto al estanque,
el gesto demudado, la violencia
con que alguien dijo:
«no»,
mirando al cielo,
y la sorpresa que produce
el torvo jardinero cuando anuncia:
«Llueve, señores,
llueve
todavía».
Pero tal vez sea pronto para hacer conjeturas:
dejemos
que la tramoya se prepare,
que los que han de morir recuperen su aliento,
y pensemos,
cuando el drama prosiga y el dolor
fingido
se vuelva verdadero en nuestros corazones,
que nada puede hacerse, que está próximo
el final que tememos de antemano,
que la aventura acabará, sin duda,
como debe acabar, como está escrito,
como es inevitable que suceda.
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Al golpe de la ola contra la piedra indócil
la claridad estalla y establece su rosa
y el círculo del mar se reduce a un racimo,
a una sola gota de sal azul que cae.
Oh radiante magnolia desatada en la espuma,
magnética viajera cuya muerte florece
y eternamente vuelve a ser y a no ser nada:
sal rota, deslumbrante movimiento marino.
Juntos tú y yo, amor mío, sellamos el silencio,
mientras destruye el mar sus constantes estatuas
y derrumba sus torres de arrebato y blancura,
porque en la trama de estos tejidos invisibles
del agua desbocada, de la incesante arena,
sostenemos la única y acosada ternura.
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*Dark skies black out the spectrum,
Infinite and broad in all directions,
My aura glows in its reflection,
Under the light of the moon,
My soul fleshless,
Free from the skin that clenched it,
Illuminated projection,
Amongst the brightness, died and consumed,
Burning vibrant like a fire for two,
My presence,
Rattles my soul's opposition,
Birthing death inside of the womb-
HED TRAMA™*
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 4:04 AM UTC
Resuena en tus palabras
un difuso clamor de verdades oscuras,
cuando me las encuentro.
Rompen
en mi memoria, siempre
sonoras, firmes, claras,
como las olas de un mar poderoso
que sumerge y levanta,
sin devolver ni arrebatar nunca del todo,
una realidad turbia y mutilada:
el tiempo, el tiempo ido.
A su conjuro,
entre gotas de sal y luz de agua,
con el tiempo
yo mismo,
restos recuperados de mí mismo
vuelven y configuran un fantasma
que dibuja en el aire el viejo gesto
-casi olvidado ya- de la esperanza.
No todo se ha perdido;
vienen
a mi memoria siempre tus palabras
-claras, firmes, sonoras-
trayéndola, llevándola.Una voz era paz, o luz, o acaso
era fuego esa voz; todavía llama.
O era viento tal vez: ved la alta rama
del olmo aún temblorosa tras su paso.
Era roja esa voz en el ocaso;
cuando la noche sus horrores trama,
vuelve su resplandor: sangre que clama
al cielo ese de los hombres, raso.
Impaciente de paz, y luminosa,
ardiente, airada, entera y verdadera,
era dura esa voz: todavía dura
airosa y alta, como si tal cosa
-alzarse en estos tiempos- nada fuera.
Admirad, ya hecha estatua, su estatura.
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*Come little tike,
I'll make you a man,
You're heart burns bright,
In this world so black,
The moon is full tonight,
Wearing its mask,
I'll show you its dark side,
Grab my hand,
There are things in this place,
You wouldn't believe,
Unkown to your race,
Secrets we keep,
We must make haste,
No time for sleep,
Walk in my grace,
I'll make you see,
You will know,
Your true reflection,
you will know,
how hot hell is,
The inferno,
The grand deception,
Black crows,
The angelic,
Come with me,
And keep real close,
I'll set you free,
I'll help you know,
It's truth you seek,
It's what you'll hold,
It's what you'll speak,
And you're who it chose-
HED TRAMA™*
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 5:18 AM UTC
Todo el mundo era pobre en aquel tiempo,
todos entretejían
sin saberlo
-a veces sonreían-
los hilos de tristeza
que formaba la trama de la vida
(inconsistente tela, pero
qué estambre terco, la esperanza).
Unas hebras
de amor doraban
un extremo de aquel tapiz sombrío
en el que yo era un niño que corría
no sé de qué o hacia dónde,
tal vez hacia el espacio luminoso
que urdían incansables
las obstinadas manos amorosas.
Nunca llegué a esa luz.
Cuando iba a alcanzarla,
el tiempo, más veloz,
ya la había apagado con su pátina.
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**I'm the wind you feel on your skin,
The burn your feelin within,
The hate engulfing your heart,
The pain making its mark,
Sparkin a flame in your brain,
As you sit in the dark,
Makin its way to you,
CHANGE,
Or I'll rip you apart,
Tame it,
Quit complainin,
I'm stayin,
I'm the idea behind everything that you're sayin,
You think that you're free,
But you're mine,
I'm the evil inside deceiving your mind,
You keep thinking you're believing a lie,
But in time,
You'll see that I'll lead you to life,
Without me you'd be incomplete,
Face it,
It's meant to be,
Just take it,
And depend on me,
Everything you thought you knew,
Erase it,
And leave the rest to me,
Open the door to your mind and let me in,
You've been chosen to endure a new life you'll never comprehend,
So here we are,
I'm in your head,
And I'll be there until the end,
To whisper in your ear,
Grippin you with fear,
The shift in every gear,
The pain in every tear,
Your influence in movement,
Uninvited improvement,
To undermine you, intrudin',
To run inside you, confusin'
TO BE YOUR ****** EVERYTHING-**
-
I'm stuck in a mental loop,
Drink blood from the devil's spoon,
Breathe but need drugs to help it soothe,
Feel the need to speak up,
But dont know who to tell it to,
Listenin to whispers while it slithers in your thoughts,
See me pourin rivers cuz he hits you when he talks,
So here we are,
You're in my thoughts,
On and on it goes and never stops,
Blossomed like a rose,
And birthed from death,
Crawled on burning coals,
It hurts to sweat,
I'm caught in an endless fight,
Take my life in the breathless night,
Maybe I should repent this time,
Before I go completely blind,
Is it life or is it death?
Is there light in eternal rest?
All these questions feed my head,
Will I ever sleep again?
Why the **** do I need a test?
Life's just better when we pretend,
Cuz when it's not what it is,
Maybe I can deal with this ****** ****
It hurts to think,
These are more than just words to me,
Maybe we can learn through dreams,
And define the true feeling of what burning means,
You make death so appealing,
But then again it depends on the feeling,
Make me believe that this place is worth it,
So that I can fulfill my painful purpose,
**YOU CAN NEVER KNOW TO MUCH-
So whats it gonna be?
COME WITH ME,
I'll make you what you want to be,
But nothins free,
You'll have to pay,
Lets make a trade,
I'll make it all
Go away-**
HED TRAMA™
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
*Lonely nights,
Cold moon's light,
No sunshine,
No woman of mine,
No neck to bite,
No breast to grip,
No flesh tonight,
No leg to lick,
I long for the scent of honey,
Wet, warm on my face,
Lingering kisses on your tummy,
Prickled skin where I've traced,
A room full of soft moans,
Whimpers of need,
My slave shackled in lust's hold,
Your nectar I drink,
Cradling a limp body,
As we become one,
Squeezing me softly,
As you ***
Filling my senses,
That liquid aroma,
Leaving you breathless,
As I go slower,
But again it was cut short,
Just a flash in my mind,
The image adored,
But still,
No woman of mine-*
**Nothing but an empty void,
In this life forsaken,
Everything touched was destroyed,
Another soul taken,
Liquor fueled hate,
That nothing will numb,
I would **** to change,
What the **** I've become,
Somethin to fill the space,
In this nightmare I live in,
All the blood spilled on this page,
Couldn't tame the ****** I live with,
Just me and my brain,
Going through familiar motions,
It's turned me insane,
Getting harder to focus,
Til the image has faded,
Once again back on earth,
I guess it aint hate, just,
Painful hurt-**
HED TRAMA™
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
I see you vividly in the rails of trauma
Call it drama
Possibly trailing from my mama
A grand pa she had
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
You ever feel like the world is crashing upon you
I surely do. It seems like I can't do anything right,
Say the right words to make things okay.
It seems like everywhere I go people aren't kind
They have their own agendas and they want to
**** any happiness I have and make me feel
Miserable likes they do. Well, **** that! They
All can eat **** and die! They ain't taking away
What I have worked o for seven months being
Clean and sober, not an ounce of alcohol or any
Drug. I'm taking classes to learn about myself
And the way I tick, most my problems come from
Past trama. So much anger built up inside of
Me from being molested when I was eight. It only
Happened once, a lot of people have deals with it
For years but it still happened nevertheless and
Really ****** with my head. The person who did
It was a family member and he is now a minister
Go ******* figure. Now that diffently ***** with
My head when it comes to religion and someone
Talking about God. But where I'm at right at the
Present time is a place I was pushed to. My
Girlfriend wouldn't give up her mom and move
Her to some place where she could get the help
Needed. She chose her over me, for two months
I kept telling her that if she doesn't choose I was
Going to move out. Well, needless to say she didn't
Quite choose anything but even not choosing is a
Decision. So I moved out and she can have her mom
The bad part about it is me and my girlfriend have
A daughter together. I tried every means to fix what
Was broken but my girlfriend just thought everything
Was fine. So I made the choice to move to clear my
Head. Though I miss my daughter tremendously.
I wish life was simple and everything could go my
Way but that ain't life and I'm not God. Now since
Moving here I have neighbors upstairs who are so
Loud it's affecting my serenity. Now I have to move
Out and find a better place where this **** doesn't
Happen. So here I am life, take me as I am cause
Apparently you want to **** with me.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC