A Poem, a Reflection

In the Confessional


I fear my peers
I fear my circle
I fear their ears
I fear their vision

The methodical systematization
The grandeur of glorification
The vigeur of validation

The aggrandizing isolation

Realize, brutally stumbling,
treading, falling mostly,
tearfully incessant,
pursuant convinced
of pursuing convictions,
or pursuing convictions,
just,

  You are

that
  You are

Dear,
  I fear
I lie.

In spanish, Plato's name sounds like 'big dish'

Allegory


I like the darkness
It makes me feel safe
With all the lights out
The night takes its place.

Dark fills the darkness
Black air soaks the day:
I am no longer blind now:
Eyes are of no care

It’s not the light I’m afraid of
It’s that it dazzles
It’s that it burns
It’s that it blinds you.

I like the darkness
You keep me company then
You don’t see, darling,
The burns, the scars and the flame.

Lonely at the Top

One-Man Parade



I.

The ticker tape

Static,

Not quite rain,

Nebulosa

Escondida

A cloud of moths

Dry winged dust

Pixie dust

Only static

Static

Static

Static

.



II.



A throng of silence
Thrusts through the air;

Breathing molasses,

Barely living at all,

The heart is a burden

Beating, breathing,

Beckoning reason,

Reason to be;

Reason to remain;

Reason to keep walking

Away, away

Keep walking on

Away

Away from the shadow

Away from a shadow,

Never ceases to follow.

Robot - Human 2009

Home


Daft Punk
Alive, two years back
2007, alive then,
Born, in a way,
In any case reborn.

From reverberating swamps
A remix of that primeval boom;
A bass, a bass,
A beat for the dance:
The dance, that dance
Around the pire,
Around the heart.

Bare feet,
That’s how to feel.

Bare skin.

Can the heart bear?

A beat
A beat
A beat

then one skipped.

My heart, how?
did I find myself on this beach?
Dance
Dans mon cœur:
Pas de questions.

You came to dance,
that’s all I care,
rave along
with me:
lucky me
all night long
to every beat
to one more beat
to that one beat
that took me home
that took me home
home,
home,
to you.

You,
You, my sweet,
are
Love,
Love,
Love is,
Love is my home.

A Beautiful Corpse (quiero decir, un poema)

Claroscuro

Justo antes de conocerte
Tuvo que ser que leí
a Neruda. No podía
Ser! Acaso él a ti
ya te había amado?

Tus pies
Tu boca
Tu sonrisa

Tu tez, tu voz,
Tú terso pétalo
y tu violeta flor.

Tu sonrisa; tan lleno
mi sol hoy día. Te la
quito, la nublo
un momento
con mi beso,
para poder verla,
otra vez,
para verte hoy,
a ti, mi día.