Kategori: Poema

You try to shake it but it comes back. It’s nagging comments its persistence about the future its nack for stating the obvious Its not really a voice but a silent nagger who reminds you what you don’t have. Its packed with acid so it corrodes existence which is its primary function to eat the…

Ever seen how the sun hits the branches of the pine tree? How it shines on the windows facing NE the shadows with patches of the NE sun sparkling dew as if the day was setting or a dawn arriving too late? The particular force of the light as if its beginning or just about…

Her magic disappeared the morning dew builds up out of nowhere; left is a drop of time. I wonder a lot about her. Because that is what I do. My own personal obsession of sorts with her. I don’t make a move which makes me suspect that am not that crazy about her as I…

Mejiqué Pensar en Méjico – Ir a Méjiko Sentimientos encontrados O perdidos más bien. Lo único que me queda es ser norteño. Xicano. Y es que ahora hay otro que no entiende de ir al futuro para mirar el ayer como si hoy hubiese tantí­simo en medio de la nada. Pero es en el vortex,…

Se acerca la hora de ir a trabajar ver a los colegas recibir y retransmitir la energí­a que fluye, al verles los ojos, sus emociones, sus almas. Pero qué digo, yo no retransmito, solo logro recibir como las estrellas se remiten a escuchar nuestra búsqueda de otra existencia más allá del aquí­.

During a run I noticed that the city park workers had done maintenance in our little lake called Ingsbergssjí¶n I often misspell its name. This day full of sun offered interesting aspects Like how some thin sheets of ice lingered about and how some ducks stood a top of those thin sheets of ice and…

A little bird told me I command your presence All I have to do is think of you & et voilí ! Yearn burns desire dreams of you thinking of you as the years pass by am I doomed to be just a simply admirer? Or will I touch your flesh someday? Can I ever overcome…

My breath slipping the vowels through your smooth skin My lips inches away naming you bares my soul

ever noticed that quiet passer-by how his eyes lays waste in silence? Why does not that stranger use words to diffuse his passing glint? Why am I accosted by the look conferring upon a judge a burden to my eyes? Do I cause also the same with my still stare? Does my espy instill bareness…

the enmity criss-crosses through different vessels a badmouth masquerading in morality lands with someone in power It has achieved its first purpose Now it can take a stab, a jab, poison other souls Its 2nd intent would love to antagonize my feelings would love to influence my thoughts invade my heart control my impulses eat…