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Trust

Trust

The depths of the unknown are daunting
for those unwilling to trust.

Trust to rise.
Trust to see the sunset with a blind sight.
Trust to speak the language of the foreigner
that no longer is when smiles.

Trust the wrong turn to reveal the right land
for the heart.
Trust beneath your certainty.
Trust the fugitive eyes to take you home tonight.
Trust the shelter of trust.

Trust
Can you exist in the trust?

El abismo de la mediocridad

El abismo de la mediocridad

Me deleito en los interrogantes sin respuesta aparente,
en lo incuestionable de la espiritualidad,
en el misticismo de este amor silenciado
que alumbra la oscuridad del desencuentro,
calma las estridencias de la soledad.

Hay preguntas que retan acantilados,
combaten el abismo de la mediocridad,
alimentan el idealismo de nuestra mente ágil
que ansía crear;
crear sin tregua -recrearte, recrearme, amar creando.

Vertemos nuestras voces al viento
oreando una verdad que nos pertenece
aun sin comprenderla;
y rastreamos estrellas,
abrazando lo incomprensible de su fugacidad.

Whipping Tongue

Whipping Tongue

plasticity, degradation, invisible You

the time set in shorter and shorter intervals
for her presence to disappear,
cancelled promise of a fairy tale,
the volatile poetry of grandeur

words pronounced with obscenity,
whipping tongue
disrespecting her, negating us

a triad of swelling hearts depleted of hope

destiny orchestrated by his arrogant hand
his egolatric fumes polluting our tides,
no longer pristine

and the time is reset for her presence to reappear,
his clumsy mind reveals

she knew then that
the ocean has gone dry

Déficit

Déficit

Not enough of You.

Always rushed to become,
perpetually drawing the lines you walk,
shades of You through distant windows,
bustling anxieties to move on.

You, my déficit.

Made from Scratch (De la nada)

Made from Scratch (De la nada)

Wandering freedom
purpose lost,
the voluptuous silhouette of fear breathing,
eclipsing truth.

A late-night hotel phone call,
una voz jadeante;
unlearning love,
resuscitating life
de la nada.

The abyss of unattainable fame

The abyss of unattainable fame

Tapestry of aspirations
ripped currents trapping life.
Clogged brains stuffed in medianeras
working over time.

Ambitions climbing to skyscrapers
never good enough to thrive,
amidst the chaos of humanity,
weaving currencies, trading minds.

Sunsets go unnoticed
reigns the dark.

A Solitude Soliloquy through a Tinted Glass

A Solitude Soliloquy through a Tinted Glass

Solitude
Certitude in solitude
Inhabited solitude

A multitude in solitude
Unspoken solitude
Painted solitude in watercolors

I understand you, Solitude,
when the title, is larger than the poem

Intrusion

Intrusion

us, deserted souls who surrendered to love
do not longer have a choice but to wander{lost}

and any given day, without explicit intention,
our wanders collide, seeking to share paths,
to write a history of belonging

that is how I made it to you,
and I apologize for the intrusion