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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)
                             

Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2010

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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




Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2014

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A Solstice

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Mourning a loss, thoughts of death fall 
one after another, noisily, like hailstones cracking tiles
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 noise of falling ice that reverberates inside                                  
my faith in sudden slices.

Impotent to kiss resignation's toes
advocated by those who want my obedience and tithes at all costs 
Impotent to listen to duty of silken stole that pulls 
creaking 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
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.
tonight, 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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Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2012

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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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Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2010

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Afternoon Magnolias

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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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Innocents of All

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     Let's retro walk decades to the sun 
     dried affiches
     — its thick finger at us— 

     calling up: we want you 
     when wars began in guttural tongues and 
     used to wait. It seems

     we've been trusting for so long in posters
     since the antennae, now pixels.
     We-want-yous in circular ritual

     a scheme of half-naked excuses
     maximizing                       fear:
     strings pulled to upset puppets

     who run to slap bumper stickers
     who, hand over heart, shake pom-poms or flags;
     innocents of all. 

     We seal clap to swallow 
     blurred chimeras, opportune abysses 
     abstract words circling up above our minds

     in continence. We lie 
     down on concentric lies,
     stretch our legs, pretend freedom, and live the same

     day twice. 
     Inside us, trapped in our flesh,
     implanted wars distend, throb, march on

     for the salt, for the sand, for the sake
     of our Asian fetich. How many sequels?
     Those masks we wore weren't ours.

     I think I saw a pregnant nun—in her habit
     of exhorting us 
     as voters, tax-payers, heroes ... no matter

     what, our side has been picked for us. 
     Above ground, we belong below. Buried 
     beneath our uncritical support.

     Manufactured wars
     from desks—behind them—cyclically reinvented.  
     Unocal, Enron, Halliburton wars.

     I won't feel less terrorized.
     Who would? Would you?
     Defined by corners

     rooms adjoin rooms of chronic echoes
     broadcast live. Sons return as heroes
     in complimentary caskets—as crude

     as it may sound—parts of them never do.
     Or split in halves, lost somewhere in-between
     longing to be rescued—somehow.

     Walk with me
     even if we tangle with strings and stripes.
     Let's walk staring straight—into someday.


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Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2016

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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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Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2010

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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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Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2010

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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

Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2012

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Pink Ribbon

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