Sunday, December 1, 2013

Untied 8

borzois and wedding dresses

babies and mascara

snails and color pencils

sandwiches and Spinoza

tongues and wheels

tears and radiators

bus stops and vanilla

orgasms and clay

staples and foam

planets and mayonnaise

ants and electric bills

pine trees and leather jackets

placenta and fridges

marble and plug adaptors

shovels and muffins

sex and crumbs

passports and dinosaurs

jam and bridges

wallets and gravy

speakers and honey

Sunday, July 28, 2013

The Nun

The light coming from the small window
Draws a cross on the stone floor.
The naked walls look at the nun.

She wakes up with the sun.
The wooden chair is broken,
She reads standing up.

She dries irises in her Bible,
Thanks her chosen Father
For the joyful silence she lives in.

She does not know her beauty
And in her sacred ignorance
Glows like a 17th century Madonna.

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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Haiku 17

The blind man passes
A perfumed woman in heels
Humming Midnight Sun.

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Sunday, June 16, 2013

The Desire

Oneness in love,
Flesh and thoughts,
Touches the essence of desire,
Waters it with colors
Until it invades my core,
Makes my Self conscious
Of the half I'm missing,
And need,
This other body my soul recognizes
As being where I belong.

Desire sings his name.

It is unfragmented,
Deeply physical,
Dizzily poetic.

It burns in me the need
Of finding myself
In that secure, warm and real
Place of vulnerability
And truth
And offering.


My perception shifts,
Desire blinds me,
My thoughts start a conversation
With my body.
Reasoning is silenced.
My mind does not understand anything
As being more important
Than expressing love
With the matter I'm made of,
My spirit in its shell,
The shell itself.

There is no place for hiding.
The naked Self
Does not lie.
It can be opened
Without resistance.
No trace of the ego.

In selflessness
Lies the desire,
Pleasure and fulfillment
That the most dogmatic God
Would celebrate.

Like creation,
Desire is sudden and loud.

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Friday, May 31, 2013

Painting Inspired 4

The Great Day of His Wrath, John Martin, 1851

The world's loud anger will pass.
Elements will forgive
And we'll make love again.

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Thursday, May 30, 2013

Untied 7

Shaken certitudes. Blurry winks. Dripping dichotomy. Glistening doubts. Golden ego. Holes. Numb dreams. Flashing screens. Broken seat belt. Cold interactions. Slow violence. Buzzing neon. Solitude. Creeping fears. Chipped plate. Ash stained shoes. Burning edge. Poisonous steps. Loud beat. Confusion. Peppery taste. Tight jaws. Absence. Empty illusion. Heavy mirrors. Crushed bugs. Oil puddles. Wet matches.

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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The Wind (and Him)

Slowly woken up
By the changing light in the room
And the sound of a vivid wind,

The man I love
Still full of dreams
Lying beside me,

I look through the window
At blurry and moving trees,
And small white waves on gray water.

Branches and leaves
Paint a palette of greens.
Luminous impressionism.

The wind,
Now stronger,
Anchors the present
Deeply into my ever-marveling soul.

I turn towards
The wonderful human being
I belong to.
He opens his smiling eyes 
Green gray.
They contain everything I see
And everything I am.

I put my hand on his warm forehead.
The wind sings louder.

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