Friday, January 28, 2011
I Want To Stretch My Labia
The door closed
but the thoughts do not pass over van
cake where you do not want
transmigrate over the meat and you are immersed in silence.
That door barred
has no name exists for fear of losing the breath of life
and closes before it can happen that never would
my pain is closed in there
adorned with chains and breathless breaths
physiological fatigue and bitterness of soul.
My heart does not have keys
every desire is a gift
breaks through barricades and gates
insurmountable obstacles to our fold
tangled glances and caresses
pain
reigns on the throne of a queen
hands quarries
smile impossible
useless creature
exit from the dark void around
reigns of impossible joy
seized of trees and sun
but his drool grooves sprinkled with frost
what annoys the time never come back .
(image of T. Aliffi 2010)
The door closed
a chain but the thoughts do not pass over van
cake where you do not want
transmigrate over the meat and you are immersed in silence.
That door barred
has no name exists for fear of losing the breath of life
and closes before it can happen that never would
my pain is closed in there
adorned with chains and breathless breaths
physiological fatigue and bitterness of soul.
My heart does not have keys
every desire is a gift
breaks through barricades and gates
insurmountable obstacles to our fold
tangled glances and caresses
pain
reigns on the throne of a queen
hands quarries
smile impossible
useless creature
exit from the dark void around
reigns of impossible joy
seized of trees and sun
but his drool grooves sprinkled with frost
what annoys the time never come back .
(image of T. Aliffi 2010)
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Difference Ultra Hd Mino
I wake
a blanket of yellow flowers
bosses dark eyes night
between his lips white
words and cotton plugs
is the time to dance on my bones
sacrilege memories
long legs
red flags
ceiling and stuffed shadow
a glimpse in the hands
and rain wild
back to watering
walls and stale items of life imprisonment.
from "Poppies in the aquarium" unpublished 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
How To Get Burn Off Of Iron
I need to
I need time
dreams that inhabit the rocks
of the long road that sdraino trees
I need poetry
of strokes among the rising thrill
and you feel a kite and runs away
poetry burning words
leave emotions
leave ink stains
between the fingers of a timeless melody.
A path opens before
naked green hedge of regret
I need to immerse myself in his clothing
veils of forgetfulness and hair-shirt of wisdom
appointment in the dark
humble companion
and every time I gaze looks out the window
a slow breath free me from this cage.
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