The stream (all workshops)
If I walk slowly now, they catch up with me
I squirm and face the horizon
Trying to avoid
The mildew and mould of the ancient thing
Any whiff of it, a vague and present torture in slow motion
all you've got
is what burns you
alive making .......................................................life
a blur as it goes up in smoke.
the flames wrap around the stars
your breathing .................................................feeds
the luminious
glow....................................................................a
rhythm of your beating
heart keeps the sparks .................................dancing.
eyes have never seen
such a ...............................................................fire.
Didêram
It has been told that when The Host
began the task before it set,
it was Samwiel, of all foremost,
who fain aspired to beget
the shape of things to come and order all. 5
The tribulations they endured
o’er eons would exact their toll.
Dissension left at last uncured,
The Angels each regret the whole,
but vigorous were they until The Fall. 10
slim is the gesture of the night
certain atoms are always calling
scarce in their twinkle of time
I am caught in the distance between them
looking up, my feet are not bare enough
to hold me to the sky
so narrow are the walled alleyways between sight
and soul, the drift of the lights windows
against the shutters of the heart
leaving my love to scribble in the dirt
looking up... as always ...too far away
The wind in March does not
dive into melancholy with
February's prisoners chained
to a grey sky
it does not roar with gaping mouth
nor bleeds into rust and decay
choiceless
in my love for you
I am surrendered
I howl
I am uplifted
I rise
with this peculiarity of you.
Worlds appear and disappear
in our sexual embrace.
We linger here, fully realized.
In the Pencilled Inn…
The pen lies between a scribbled age,
beatles throw scorn at birds in a cage.
My thoughts have gone south with rage,
don’t read what is on the page’s page.
Create a lust even though it’s false,
race your hot blood through each pulse.
Stand up and speak for someone else,
even to berate them with themselves.
Can’t always fulfil wishes of m pirates house,
unfortunate our Mr Fox was a royal louse.
That Ben’s clock never met a giant mouse,
did we his flame as well his anger douse.
SAUDADES
Namorados amam
até não amam mais
nada que esiste
esiste para sempre
e o presente pôe-se passado
E os que dizem “eternidade”
Falam só “saudade”
PHONETIC
nahmoor-AD-oosh uh-mã [squeeze nostrils when you see this sign ~] auh AS IN “UH, I SEE]
Ah-tey nõw uh-mã m-eye-sh
Nuhduh ezeesh-tchee p-uh-ruh s~empree
Oo pray-z~ntchee p~oy-see puh-sah-doo
ee uzh kee dzeez~e ey-ternee-dad -gee
Fal~a soh sa-oo-dad-gee
ENGLISH
LONGINGS
Lovers love
Great, I’m free
As is all my free verse poetry
Not many read me
As I speak in riddles
but that doesn't irk me,
as free I am
as a soaring bird ought to be,
Out above the horizon
Where humanity is not limited...
I soar beyond all oceans and time
I bother not about meter or rhyme
if none read me it isn't a crime.
for Loved is creativity
hence that name of mine.
Through the tunnels of my ear lobes
They came, talked and left, the words echo
Struggling in strive, they stumbled
Waking up and back to our beds
The living and dying dressed up
In recurrent cycles of woes
Looking at our history lesson
I wonder why we forget fast
The dead fret not for the living
They are dead and rest now in peace
Hassles are for those still alive
On what the future holds for them
The dead natter with silent signs
In sleep, like death, we learn to die
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