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Carlos Mongrut Poem
I adore the individualism of the artistic soul
because if it is inspired
high levels of divine information can be reached
for example:
sometimes, when I am composing in Piano
I feel like I am communicating with God
or when I am writing Poetry perhaps
Whatever the case is,
the dualism of life is not just apparent
people devote themselves to mundane goals
to reaching the approval of others
when true art burns in the heart
when death comes and things and fame don't matter
have we found, who we really are?
Copyright © Seth C Mongrut | Year Posted 2012
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Carlos Mongrut Poem
My future shines like the rays of the sun
brings my inner power to the outside
my future shines like stars in a clear night
colors my horizon and makes me feel pride
Seth CM
07/12/12
Copyright © Seth C Mongrut | Year Posted 2012
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Carlos Mongrut Poem
Mystery man, do you exist?
mystery man, where do you live?
Have we ever seen your eyes?
for you to look at us that way
Have we ever seen your face?
that picture could be of someone else
Have we ever heard your voice?
Do you even have one?
Artists are real, nothing to hide
so why do you hide if you are a real artist?
Are you a friend or the most miserable man?
envy to others may be eating you alive
Do you think you can hurt solid ground?
mystery man with no sound
Do you think you can hurt my friends?
when they are stronger and you are a fake
What happened to you that made you like that?
Where is the crown that you don’t have?
Why do you go behind people’s backs?
Do you think they are not smart?
Mystery man, do you perform?
Do you play live what you say you own?
Mystery man, what is your age?
Are you fifteen or seventy eight?
Copyright © Seth C Mongrut | Year Posted 2010
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Carlos Mongrut Poem
Rain of kisses
velvet desire
boiling our blood
in our own fire
your curves are the elegance
of my imagination
our games of love
hungry for temptation
We take a second
and then continue
our whispers like songs
for hours, not minutes
to Adam and Eve
Heaven, one last chance
they are dark like us
in lust we all live
Partners in life
partners in crime
outside in silence
inside, hurricanes
rain of kisses
open your arms
I come strong
will not let you go!
Carlos Mongrut
Copyright © Seth C Mongrut | Year Posted 2012
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Carlos Mongrut Poem
Lost in the forest of surreal imagination
I see you looking at my mind
with something to hide you give me a smile
with nothing to give I feel you so mine
Our fingers are playing little games
games of love
our hands are holding the vine of desire
they don't stop until our bodies become one
The music of madness is alive
everyone poisoning
our worlds are shaking
the same way we are surfing on the waves of our own rhythm
Carlos Mongrut
Copyright © Seth C Mongrut | Year Posted 2009
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Carlos Mongrut Poem
His soul was born from the sun of South Miami,
when the water of the beach was caressing the sand
while the birds were flying freely through the blue sky
and the grooves of dance music colored the streets
The smell of cuban coffee scented the scenery
when forks and knifes were dancing on the plates
with delicious foods from around the world
there were people rollerblading all over the place
He raised from the depths of a Classical Composer
but he put the cool sunglasses on
he looked at the skyscrapers with ambition and glory
and listened to the sounds of lounge groovy songs
He turned on the computers to master his programs
listened to the universal karma and felt the muse
plugged the synthesizers, turned on the microphone
"Chillin' in Miami Beach" he said ...
... and was born: CMongrooves!
Copyright © Seth C Mongrut | Year Posted 2012
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Carlos Mongrut Poem
I Love You my Beautiful Wife!
because at the end you are the one
who shares with me day and night
who laughs with me and also cries
I love you from the depths
of my artistic soul
but not as an artist
my love is of a simple man
With you
I have finally formed a solid family
something I couldn’t do before
because I always asked for more
With you
I have finally grown up at thirty seven
and I finally understand
the principles of Heaven
With you
I have taken the future in my hands
and I am making it for us
the home to our sons
And now that our baby
is coming to us
I love you more and more!
Let’s go to Baby’s r Us!
I Love You Ella!
Carlos Mongrut
Copyright © Seth C Mongrut | Year Posted 2012
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Carlos Mongrut Poem
Angel from heaven, fell on my hands
looking at me with the darkest eyes
your beautiful wings touching hell
an unbridled love that never existed
You fell asleep on me for a second
and then you disappeared like a divine ray
the blood of my imagination spilled on your skin
when I realized your voice had no will
For a moment I thought you were a real woman
even a poem I wrote for you in a second
so young and so beautiful you became a vampire
you showed me your teeth to me banned
You were born in a land beautiful and warm
for a moment you became the most precious pink
you followed your destination without a wink
and my demon wings came out of love
Never you understood who I really am
you disappeared from the earth without remorse
your only fault was to let go
without even knowing how villain I was...
Copyright © Seth C Mongrut | Year Posted 2012
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Carlos Mongrut Poem
The light comes to the eyes of the baby
who sees Mother for the first time
the room presents a million possibilities
as happiness surrounds this beautiful life
Father feels a big shock of emotion
after realizing his child has arrived
Grandmothers are ready to give
to the baby their entire hearts
Grandfather cries like a real man
seeing himself in the baby again
uncle and aunt hold baby in arms
a new feeling has come to their path
Family and friends feel inspiration
they talk about this new sensation
how powerful a little soul can be
that shakes heaven, the land and the sea!
Babies are creatures of the almighty
they come to us to remind us all
that since the moment from God we are born
we have missions to accomplish in this World!
Copyright © Seth C Mongrut | Year Posted 2012
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Carlos Mongrut Poem
The melancholic expression of my darkness
materialized in a disfigured face in the mirror
shows me the monster who took over me
and destroyed my life and of the ones involved
and even though big lessons I have learned
condemned I am to suffer the bleeding of love
to see you go over and over again
in a different body to a different place …
Crying my soul has been all day
where the treasure boxes are kept
with the names of the ones who share
the different pieces of my broken heart
a heart that finds no ending
to the asphyxia of a bloody solitude
to the pounding of the memories
in an almost desperate scenario
Yesterday, I lost you
because I could not see you one day
because I could not find you on our bed
because the devil took over
while you were away
ignoring my ignorance
my stupidity and your stupidity
fresh meat for the angels of hell
Crying my soul has been all day
while on the other side of the world
you speak a different language
with a different face
I feel you still love me
even though you are far away
I feel you are still here
even though you just left …
Copyright © Seth C Mongrut | Year Posted 2011
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