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Don't Come

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     I don't want your fingerprints ...
     


     (Work in progress)
     (Re-rewriting it)
     (Sorry for the inconvenience)
                             

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A Solstice

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Thoughts of death mourning loss
one after another
falling like hailstones, cracking the tiles
of the substance of things not seen            
but feared. I could care less.
 
It's the longest night of my years                   
caught in the toils of doubts, of despair
of the sound of falling ice that reverberates inside                                  
my faith in sudden slices and outside 
this pen for sheep-raising, still in fertile soil.

Impotent to kiss resignation's toes
advocated by those who want 
my obedience, my tithes, at all costs. 
Impotent to listen to duty of
silken stole that pulls crackling faith into its coils

Impotent to accept sacred writings chosen by lot.
Impotent of praying more and thinking less. Impotent to 
breathe, to see, to walk through wind-blown salt and s  i  l  t 
measuring a time dark and lost. A ruptured soul bleeds, 
refuses to clot 

over versions of 
interpretations of 
oral traditions 
already translated 
into lies:

Greeks, Romans, Monarchs, Despots, Rulers, Reformists, Stoics...  
Thoughts of death like tears of ice
Where will be the lice that sucks my sins and tics
that coughs and gags and vomits my unfulfilled
temptations into a cist? 

Thoughts of death tickling upon my bare soles
This night at its farthest point from 
the Sun, still so close. I need to believe it
God ... You need to believe it:
You'll die as soon as my faith is lost 





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Mirror, Mirror

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            To Chan "Archaic" Hurst


            I see you —in a way— caught
            held captive from escaping
                              from inside
                              a broken mirror.
            Beyond curse or superstition
            to stare at yourself:      fractured, fragmented
            and your need to unfold artistry  
            no further tricked by optical pills.

            I see you —in a way— laying awake 
            to count cracks when pain pierced the air
            or kicking in amniotic fluid:
                              a mirror breaker
            who throws crystal's shards in all directions

            Torch confined to lead light
            in technicolor, through pentagrams
            within flamboyant kaleidoscopes 
            or stained glass windows. Unsolved
            puzzle on the verge of your own Walden 
            where nothing will be enough
            where you will never belong.

            I see you —in a way— a dreamer
            who fosters fantasy with nesting habits
            to discover Tolkien in Star Wars pajamas
            and races a Nimbus 2000 over Gotham city
            Child-brother sharing Hakuna Matatas.

            Yet, there you stand: 
            Who's the best rhymer in the land?
            cause it's all just Greek to us
            to mock the geeks, perhaps
            we rolled our eyes

            Today, a guitar grieves and revives
            euphoric notes.  We know 
                                   there is no stage five life
            and although its knots seem to be untied

            I see you —in a way— still alive




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I'm the Poet - To Carrie

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                Dedicated to Carrie Richards

I am ...
the wandering breeze in the wheat field
the pawn advancing to the eighth rank
the ocher leaves under the window
the One Hundred Years of Solitude
the One Thousand and One Nights
the disappointment of the elderly
the pile of dirty dishes in the sink
the water trickling into the sewer
the hand that calls and defends
the vast ocean that drowns me
the widower feeding the doves
the five drops of Chanel No. 5
the saddest verses of Neruda
the insect hidden in a cocoon
the impotence of forgiveness
the Tango and the Tarantella
the windmills of Don Quixote
the colors and the shadows
the sadness of the hunger
the barking dog that bites
the prelude and the fugue
the glass of wine to share
the illusion of the outcast
the puddles on the street
the new kid in the school
the orphan in the asylum
the lies of the politicians
the rain on a sunny day
the message in a bottle
the petal and the thorn
the laughter of children
the blindness of Borges
the feather in the wind
the moss on the stone
the beard of Whitman
the Nuremberg Trials
the door always open 
the underpaid worker
the mistletoe waiting
the hair in your food
the tangerine wedge
the gasp to nowhere
the last surrenderer
the beggar's refuge
the pointing finger
the foam of anger
the broken mirror
the clocks of Dali
the curving road
the Trail of Tears
the garlic breath
the bitter vomit
the Nazca lines
the lost island
the false note
the joy of sin
I am death
underwear
buccaneer
sunflower
solstice
silence
sperm
guitar
lover
gore
war 
you
we
I'm  the poet.




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And They're Still Blooming

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                                            Your magnolia tree
                                            filters the afternoon sun—
                                            I carved our names in its trunk
                                            Those beloved flowers
                                            impregnate the sudden breeze—
                                            You are miles away from here






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Goddess of the Moon

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                                          Shine, Mediterranean Selene
                                          unique goddess of this dark life
                                          glow with pride and forget the strife
                                          all my nights are lonely and serene.
                                          I'm yours, only yours, pure and clean
                                          and although your distrust is rife
                                          soon, so soon... you'll become my wife
                                          believe these words of sacred mien.

                                          Do not let envy plant those seeds 
                                          of fear, of jealousy and spite
                                          from the demons come those breeds
                                          whose gossip and lies seek our fight
                                          They're who expect your heart concedes
                                          to steal what lives just for your light.
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Rain and Stars

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Sudden summer rain soaks the garden before dusk— Cat licks early stars
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Midnight Pearls

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                 Shine, midnight pearls!
                 The smoke curls up 
                 in whirls of doom.

                 On the wet sand 
                 my own hand draws 
                 unplanned pierced hearts.

                 Deep blue-black sky
                 I play by rules
                 and sigh despair

                 to lay aside 
                 starry-eyed dreams
                 that hide a sin.

                 Shine, distant stars!
                 through guitars notes,
                 through scars of time.

                  For her first kiss
                  an abyss drains
                  all bliss from me

                  and far away
                  shadows play down
                  their spray of doubts.

                  Opaque pearls, shine!
                  On this fine night, 
                  define my north.



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4/23/2012

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Our Glass

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Through the same glass another sand sags dragging excuses thick extensions unwelcome going on going by going down constant ripples without reflections that engulf this soul Somebody find me, Anybody
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Coin With the Same Face on Both Sides

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                                Once again the coin has been tossed
                                to choose between just dirt and dross
                                Insults from ridge to ridge
                                on how to build a bridge
                                in town without river to cross




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