Mechanical processes inside our perplexed souls, Make us the guilty masters of our living. We suffer from the automatism of doubt, Some suffer of the automatism of faith, And I, I am guilty of the automatism of love.
I believe in smiles, I cherish the slightest traces of memory from the moment I am told a name, I think that souls are pure no matter how corrupted they’ve become.
I have no cure.
I picked the roses you gave me, A poisoned gift, I would have been happier if I threw them in the fire And not allow the ghosts to appear.
Five thousand years will pass on human scale, Before the inner rumblings of your cheating would stop reverberating into my soul.
But it’s no use….
My innocence is not dissolved by pain, I let you put the shackles on again and I am guilty, For I love you and……. I have no cure.
The necklace you gave me is pounding the first letter of my name against my chest, Drunk on the unexpected discovery, I wanted to free myself, Because this what happens when belonging comes out of incomplete discovery.
When you said you loved me I believed you, But you were handing me your blindness.
Run…..run….. The future is already here, One step ahead, It always has been faster than me.
Alone again, That is me in the crowd, No gift in reading men’s souls, but always wanting. Should I still try? Perhaps I am blind too.
First dates, Walking on a pristine field of hopes and dreams, Picking the perfect apple, With color and shape that promise to deliver perfection.
First dates, You take both hands, face one another, In a very tight and balanced circle, Inside the box of your own reality.
Tomorrow’s dust doesn’t matter, For passion has turned the air pink And you’re bathing your soul in its fragrance, Thinking that that you have just been christened in the eternity of love.
First dates Are full of observations, Some of them funny… As the ones that make you smile at your human anatomy’s upmost potential.
First dates Are Darwinism in images, Where the king of the jungle is circling his new quest….
First dates, Become indexed to your stories of life.
I still hear the loud crash and the screams that followed ours, And with eyes bundled up in the claustrophobia of my own memory, I still remember our first dates, And that feeling of being christened in the eternity of love…
Warm waves sprinkle with powder the shore You take my floral scarf and wrap it around my shoulders, And then pull me closer. The smell of your sweater gives me butterflies, As you are the keeper of my most prized emotion.
We are simply together, Heart and soul.
Promises smile in your eyes, And I’m holding my breath, As strands of hair that the wind has taken hostages Dance around your face.
Your eyes are saying more than your mouth, They murmur sights of wanted stories Predictions of future, and worldly events, Of you and me together.
I love you.
I take out of my pocket A long list of worries of my mind, And give it to you. You smile and set it on fire with your lighter.
“My love let’s make the infinity rule our time,” you say! I nod, I’m in love and hopeful.
I watch the smoke hung in the air, The paper’s on fire but it doesn’t become smaller and smaller! I point at it, And I’m trying to call you, but I can’t remember your name…… Dreams are like that…. They have no logic.
You probably remember this poem, it as been published on my website before and it is also part of my poetry book, “Love poems”. I am going to reproduce it here, with a link to Masticadores, where it has been published few days ago. Masticadores is a year old platform that tries to unify authors from across the world; many of their writers and readers are from Spanish speaking countries ( Argentina, Chile, México, Brasil, Italia, Colombia and Spain).You can see it at their website if you click here : Masticadores.
Swimming, she used all her might to get to the surface, Fighting the currents of reason that sought to keep her in her world. Sure and unsure walked hand in hand on the beach where she surfaced, She stared them in the face, Took her first breath, and then the first step, And followed the voice that had long cuddled in her heart.
“Ariel,” the sand carried his whispers, From the place where he stud locked up in the man made prison. She whooshed through the sand and she found him, Trying to bend the bars that ruled his world.
“You are not allowed to love a mermaid,” said the chorus of ethnocentric voices, Singing decades old rules. He saw her, she saw him, And oblivious they reached for each other, Bending the bars under the heavy weight of their love.
Unafraid, they walked hand in hand by the wall of “virtue” where others were bowing, relenting their feelings to the man made rules. He picked a piece of charcoal and wrote “Love!” Not as a rule, but as guidance…..
They left, walking side by side. It wasn’t easy for her, She was just learning to walk into his world, But she had him….. And he had her…..
The theme for this month for Free Verse Revolution is “Reflections”. Reflections could mean anything, from reflections in the mirror, water….to anything that you think it could be related with reflections.
For me, it was …the following poem.
You can read it at Free Verse Revolution if you click here. If you are a poet, I encourage you to submit some of your poetry to this blog, as I think it is a wonderful way of sharing our work.
I travel back to the beginning. Sparks are flying, I watch as she reaches to desires, hopes and dreams And puts them all together in a bundle For a tomorrow that has yet to exist.
She now works at the edges and prepares to step off.
My palms cover my face that has yet to be born, For I already know that it will all come to invade My bones, My skin, My mind.
Covered in gods’ dust she’s working on the souls’ forge, Creating one for me. Psyche! You were also born mortal! What are you doing?! Make me right! I want to yell, give me strength! But she doesn’t hear me, And instead she pours more passion.
Or maybe she did hear me as turns to me and smiles. She whispers: “all is well with your soul Best of souls have passion This is what makes them the bravest and the strongest.”
I frown, Not knowing yet the wisdom In what a thought to be one of her foolish mistakes. I frown, Not knowing that without passion Muttered curses and love songs would all sound the same.
I took what she gave me, And went to discover the unknown.
I travel back to the beginning. Sparks are flying, Covered in gods’ dust Psyche is working on the souls’ forge. Memories of the day before the beginning are running through my veins, She turns to me, I smile and thank her for making me burn, For making me feel, For making me whole.