Category Archives: poesia

Nonexistent by Virtue of Resistance

There is space but there is no room.
Spring and stem and leaves,
But there is no bloom.

A moment nonexistent by virtue of resistance.
Committed- thus forbearing,
Sentiments like seasons deemed inconsistent.

Tongue tied and eyes wide.
Rampant desire,
Yearning confined to hide.

All that is manifest is this poetic vaccine.
Preventatively remaining hypothetical,
Locution evinced to quarentine.

The time is not now.
There is no reason,
No sense in seeking how.

There is space but there is no room.
Spring and stem and leaves,
But there is no bloom.

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All is Know

As above, so below,
As the stars and planets ordain,
We are reflection of Cosmic DNA.
Manifested organically, existing dynamically,
Interwoven and intertwined,
Yet separate in form, to form define.

So define, but not Defined.
Realize, Realize.

Speak your mind,
See your life.
Love and flow,
Find, you grow.

All is Know.
And so it goes..

We are the authors,
Language, our echo to the ages.
Yet it is written,
So listen through the pages.
We are the conscious and the awareness.

Un-define, the Self-Defined.
Realize, Real Eyes.

Speak your mind,
See your life.
Love and flow,
Find, you grow.

All is Know.
For so it goes… As above, so below.

Libre e Encarcelada

Comienza el día como ningún otro.
La noche todavía presente,
Pero se hace ser conocido el aliento del sol que viene.

Y es que el día es nuevo,
Pero los sentimientos procedentes.
Y es que el sol que da luz es el mismo que siega,
Por razón de su misma habilidad de iluminar con tanto vigor.

Libre, e encarcelada-
Libre, e encarcelada.

Comienzan las caricias como cualquier otras,
Pone sus manos sobre mi piel.
Apretones firmes,
Pero también temblorosos e inciertos.

Decadente es el sabor de su deseo,
Proliferándose hacia satisfacción con solo tocarme.
Se libera y me ata.

Libre, e encarcelada-
Libre, e encarcelada.

Ella es el todo.
Y yo,
También,
Parte de ella.