Wednesday, January 26, 2011

I Bite My Tongue While Sleeping



ALEJANDRO JODORWSKY: two pearls to think and three short poems poems Zen STONE ROAD.

* Poetry is the silence.
* poetry is the splendor of truth


1

Free for myself even

2
Search
not look you in the other
teaches you the tricks you

3
New Year

My whole past is summarized a cry

Monday, January 24, 2011

Can Clonazepam Cause Kidney Stone

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED IN THE RACE BLUES


weed that sprouts in the garden of absence


*

The faint slowly

some evenings ago to see my hours pass like clouds

surely no return
clustered

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

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the book: TIMES ON THE RUN


gritted against the palate dark syllable
career
we are attaching uprooting

gravitate to the tune of resignation in the race

burn in the bush of exile

pretend to know the secret of its futility in the race

remnants of skin left on
stones
eat his flight spray our thirst

career fighting the battle of returning to ourselves

reach the essence of nature's career

heirs of the continuity we

and trembling we raise a final prayer the horizon to the memory

to the overhead light of nostalgia
to the faith of love for fantasy

the verse that the utopian NIGHT IN BLUES I

Friday, January 14, 2011

Can A Stomache Bug Delay Your Period






returns home as time wore her laugh

that he lands on his shoulder showed he only hears


the hollow melody of silence while

icy moon in light silhouettes the way you



shuns such as shadows from another time
from the self-tune melody



NIGHT IN BLUES II

With the trumpet of Miles Davis on us me

said when I saw the fear
disfiguring those lips
illuminating the reproaches with embers of passion
sinking into
scalpel reason as halving the siege of voice

knew he did not want to lose


BLUES NIGHT AT III


hear a voice emerges from his notes

midsummer sun
sings wistfully of a backlight

Friday, January 7, 2011

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THE STILL OF THE TIMES

of fugitive time



dropwise distills every dream

of their brilliance still sang happy

the fireside


drunken songs sang its chorus tireless residue

night is

white sand on a wave rumor
tidal rhythm of drums and percussion

drop a white star on the beach

cold and light a fire that haunt our shadows

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Blue Eyes Waffle Disease







Picasso



guitar Suffering

weighs the penalty lap

sterile blue light falls on the evening oblique




cobalt blue melancholy


New poem added to the book: THE THIRST OF CANVAS