Let us hear the softness, so calm
The sound of joy, peace and goodwill
Christmas lights shining in the distance
Reminding us of God's wonderful existence
Flowing free in the glorious song of heaven
Melody that displays hope, faith and love, strong beauty
Tender wind,
clear weather,
sweet moments
of this immense love...
white clouds
blue sky,
reddened mouth
your wet lipstick...
sea breeze,
effluvia of loves
fancy perfumes
romance in color...
euphoric smiles,
frisson nights,
thousands of stars
applauding with glow...
Wonder and loose
sweet words,
our pure desires
poetry in verse and prose...
Tender was wind,
surely our times,
soft were the nights
enchanted sweet moments,
of this immense love...!
I do not have
apparent estates,
fungible assets,
Farm, cattle
boats ...
I don't live in
sumptuous mansion,
luxury flat,
I live in socks
waters, four
distressed walls ...
I shelter daughters and grandchildren
on the living room table
tight ... alive
tight and not
I have a bungalow ...
But if we discuss of
invisible holdings, I have
a lot: thousands
of songs I love
and short ... dozens
of books read and reread,
hundreds of poems
I did and I do ...
Words, verses
and rhymes are portion
of my vast
repertoire of a
soul rich in soulful
effluvia and replete of
noble feelings ...!
guard the garden (we are the only instructions)
faced with sand, glass, and mirrors… did you
hear that? (sounds of plunder) the fangs of birth
crying…waters demanding life…effluvia…spit
from the dragon we receive all our legends
and monsters (the preacher slams his fist down
on the podium) the bible (bound in leather) warriors
clash tongues swap swords (the sun prays darkness
upon the temple) painted eyes hand over what is left
(for honor the gods demand) another missed meal
for the dog sniffing refuse…the doors…muted…
SLAM
(dissonance in the lie words inaccurate the great vessel poisoned electric inspiration shock of authority dementia where is that sound the teeth open phrases unearthly esoteric splitting over the clay cliffs craving what it already lost…)
and walking through the town the ghosts see graveyards and hide in the blink of still photography…
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