The Grenadine Inside

GrenadineSome people, the mostly, they see all with blue lenses

I envy them….

I love the blue too you know

but i am unable to find my contact lens

As others do….

I am always banging my head

or stumbling and cursing

sad or feeling bad ~  Grenadine Color ~

slamming all doors as i was the angry wind

Blind

problems with the clearness too

i spend more than i can

i drink beer and i love sleep until later

I left people crazy with my silence

indifferent to people’s feeling

I am sarcastic, ironic

 

Alone in this world!

 

I pretend and i lie too

just to complete the story

 

this hole inside it is so big and dark

that sometimes i feel as it should swallow me

at once
and i’ll never get see the other’s blue
again

But then i envy all this, emerging from my color

i hit my head, i stumble, i curse

and sometimes, just sometimes

i open my heart

damned!!! It burns……

The Wood – The begining

She had a body as a fairy  and lived  there for all her life….

Surround by trees…. Trees so so dark and tal that she almost could see the sun… So… She is habituated with shadows that compose all her world… And shadows, we know, they are not so simple…  they are the pure darkest…. With silent moves, whispers , deep lake … the mist… That terrified her  but not anymore….

She deal very good with this sensations and more  growing in her chest… Corrupted still… mind and soul…Mujer gótica en el bosque

You only could crave something if you know or if you see… A person…  a thing…. And she never desired anything because the wood  were inside her … And the wood gave to her all that she needs… since now…

A  dangerous eagerness to talk, to touch and be touched intensify inside her…. A fever… A thirst  … appeased by her hands… Sometimes hurting herself but satiated ….. She don’t know what  bruises is … even  why her discolored skin…  but only the end of the desire… complete, total….

She starts to create something or someone as a company

…  she saw  herself in mirrored puddles…

First the feet ~needing  to see  more~

As she  crawl and bend over

Creeping and begin

In my middle please in my middle …

They find her … and gave to her a dress

the first view, the first sight of herself

in a mirror…..

The light, the sun

burning her eyes and niveous skin

nails

drawing a path in a man’s body

taken to the woods

Now… She talks

~he took me to wander into dark night~
i thought…one more effort….

along the way he asked me
thou hast innocent eyes?

in silent walking… the rustle of my petticoats announcing

yes….innocents….

still…leading me to wander into a dark wood
despite all dangerous signs

along the way he asked me
thou hast hidden desires?

in silent i was

yes…hidden desires…

but the treacherous moon arises
suddenly….

catching me in surprise
a glimpse of me appears

bringing light to his blurry eyes….

astonishment and fright

in both hearts….

touching the blue vein with smooth fingers
a delight  ~finishing my pain~

drowning an endless thirst
no time for answers still

my fangs, hands, body on him
Muscle stiffness ~deep breath~

…Oh!

let me finish with you quickly
thou need that and i too

~he took me to wander into dark night~

Alone!!!!

longinghe sit behind those windows
as a right ~minimal~

thinking Alone ~ exhausted~
gleaming as a solid  carved figure
so real ~so heavy ~
A silent message from a silhouette
intense and living

steps disturbing  his thought
far away….but coming

breaking  away the not shared  thoughts

~to search for  ~ a little of love~
a tactile hand paused on his head
fingers entwining the hair
a cozy breath a warm touch
a tender kiss on his back
Surprise…seconds
another deep breath
fall apart  ~ the guaranteed silence~

he stands up ~knowing~

Economic Feelings
to the life

Seasons Time

Seasons time are for lonely hearts

they think about spring
it is coming with good things
they thought if summer arrives
will bring some sunshine to their lifesnowy gateBut the Poet season comes and
autumn … is  someone , something that gone away
long, long time ago

and what is important goes away so quickly

Season’s thoughts are for sad Poets
measuring their life in slices of time

reaping feelings, undone love, tears drops
in front a snowy gate

what we  must do?

if cold is a place where all is stolen from us
If winter is the best  harvest season
and comes ravenous against our souls

The Beast blamed the blued Moon!!!!!

 


 

Based on a horror story!


lobo

 

The beast returned
with and for his gang
because of them he has yearned

he could not take one simple step ahead
even his pack

 ~alone from each other~
they claimed all those nights… the dread

where is our  alpha affair?????

 sounds of wailing filling the air

the moon plagued for the pleading
gave  its last  signal
and finally… the beast ~ was released ~

OH!  the feeling ~being breeding again~

he ran through the  gateway

and

reaching  the other side of the bay

responded

~still alone~

growling

AHOWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Two women in a Tibetan House

In the history of Tibetan prayer flags is said that the Buddha recited a prayer and it was printed in the battle flags between two people. The peace was soon restored between them. The tradition of offering prayer flags in the wind was introduced into Tibet in the eighth by a disciple of the Buddha century.

Traditionally, the flags are raised outdoors so that the prayers are taken and “recited” by the wind over long distances.

they lived together wandering in the world
traveling, not knowing how to share

i think to myself
how things pass by me unnoticed

they sit in front of me …beggin me something
with blurry eyes, confused

i prefer to listen
the sound that comes from the little flags hanging
they are singing
they are praying
as the wind comes through them

A Tibetan Tradition……
Love, love, peace, peace

in home again…someone fingering on the piano
as the rain comes down and freeze the hearts
in that warm Tibetan house
so sad and just  me …ready to hearTibetan House