As the days float by,my heart has started deteriorating my patience is running low everything is becoming irrelevant without you. Wondering if it'll heal back the same i need to hear your voice, a smile, una travesura algo porque me estoy volviendo loco, my cellys lit there dungeon in flames so i can feel the burn not admitting to anything, slowly this burn has become a scar i see daily
Los suenos de andar coretiandote, jugando con mi remolino y poder abrasarte me llenan de felicidad y alegria pero al despertar el vacio me esta hundiendo, las millas que faltan recorder no son muchas la meta que mirava no la tengo envista de onde estoy parado hoy. Al oir ninos gritando jugando volteo con la illusion de que seas tu tristemente no se me ha echo verte. Te extrano un chingo carrajo
sol hundido
estrellas lloraben
en la tumba
lagrimas de sangre
a travo de los ojos
brilliante
luna maullo
perros cantaren
melodios inaudito
rios sacudieron
oraciones respiroben
los ninos
aus no racidos
espejo es
un carcelero
mi amor por ti
nunca termina
Explosive bailando
Curves and smiles
Killing the hearts of the naive
Enticing embraces entwined Mexican graces
Acambaroooooooooooooo
Vive los mortes
Vive los suenos
Vive los ninos
Did they die in peace
Or for a good cause
Do the drug lords have a higher god
Or do tears fall like rain on us all
Soy payaso
Estoy triste y perdida
She left for greener lands
Children left buried in taco sand
Que lindo etsa la vida
Qué triste
Porque bailo sola
En el tequila de mis sueños
Hold me tight, for this last dance, of life
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 48
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake
Tsunamis El Ninos smog haze acid rains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake
Qian the Father Kun the Mother did hands shake
But Eldest Son Zhen can put mankind in chains
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake
Final signs there to see which we still forsake
Can World War scenarios depict real pains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake
Class race religion which can most money make
What takes over countries do it for its gains
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake
Mythic gods we concoct for our ego’s sake
Have not they all harmed us more than mindless brains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake
Nation States make fated World we must un-make
The single choice One Race One World or HELL reigns
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake
- End of Part Two
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 43
Cuck-uk ruck-cuckoo Paloma on the wing
Who gets to curry pot with 100Bn
The Eagle or the Cock gets to down bird with sling
Are the waters receding while we loud sing
Who brought us to high point at 2015
Cuck-uk ruck-cuckoo Paloma on the wing
Ere the ink is hardly dry El Ninos swing
How many wars will be wrought now in between
The Eagle or the Cock gets to down bird with sling
Will the Good Lord re-freeze melting ice crackling
From mouths of Seine Thames or Hudson here eighteen
Cuck-uk ruck-cuckoo Paloma on the wing
Nuclear tests in Pacific still in ears ring
How many more lush love green isles sunk in sin
The Eagle or the Cock gets to down bird with sling
Cheer one hundred ninety-seven hands signing
On waters lapping on heels under heat-lid bin
Cuck-uk ruck-cuckoo Paloma on the wing
The Eagle or the Cock gets to down bird with sling
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Todos los dias siento dolor ,
Mis lagrimas cayendo estan ,
Por los niños que padecen ,
Sufriendo por tanta vanidad .
Salvalos yo te pido " Señor'
Ya que ellos , muriendo estan'
En este mundo sin 'Rumbo'
Pues no saben' hacia donde van.
Mis ojos se llenan de lagrimas'
Al verlos a ellos sufrir ,
Ellos no tienen " Hogares'
Y tambien merecen vivir .
Para mi son " Angelitos'
Que todavia no saben volar ,
En un mundo lleno de " Guerras"
El cual ellos llaman " Su Hogar .
Bendicelos con tus enseñanzas ,
Dales amor y valor a sus vidas ,
Para que en el dia de'Mañana'
Se olviden de sus heridas .
Sociedad De Consumo A Menudo
El hombre ha cambiado, y ha confundido sus
sus principios. Lo que un dia fue cultura,
inocencia y pudor - ha degenerado en vulgaridad,
malicia y impureza.
Lo que ayer fue un lindo sentimiento, de calor,
comprencion y amor - ahoy se ha convertido en
frialdad, intolerancia y odio.
nuestros ninos, aprenden lo que ven. En su
encuentro hay un cumulo de basura, que van
digiriendo al paso que van creciendo. La obedencia
es victima de la indocilidad.
El pudor muere en las garras de lo grotesco y el
hombre bueno es catalogado, como un imbecile...
03/15/2013
Escrito por Lucilla M. Carrillo
Note. This is also in English
My poems # II ( A Daily Consumed Society )
They tell me its a new year
That there was some mysterious change or birth
Of common time, that this body fragile
With the wear of turbid life
Slopes closer towards an unknown millennium.
Waht did Nostradamus say
And all the sage and mystics who are peeled
From the fruits like a pear from its skin
Leaving the vulnerable flesh to fetch the bite
Of worms wriggling that crawl within
What did the Holy Christ and his apocalyptic Revelation say
Where is the beast and in what palace
What town, what place, the Herodless generations
Shall tumult to decay? No more
Myths, no Los Ninos nor bending space
Time is the endless going and coming until our death
Earth the same old cycles make.
This mind has carried the Babel of collective thought
Long enough, it must bloom its own flower
To grow its own tree for the sun's simple fire.
I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we die. I also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..
Thank you, and my your God Bless you
John E WordSlinger
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