A Dance in Silent Violins

Metaphor

Published on 2007-05-05 02:35:00

And yes, she went down dancing To the tunes of a fall. Enchanted.Upon the fingers of the lesser known kidsWhere her shadow glowed until the glory.Upon the fingers of the lesser known kidsStill too drenched within her tears. [whisper]And yes, “I never cry” she says.Children stare inside my window.Children stare outside my heart.Children stare, some mornings,At each other.They do.Stare.StairThe place she sat with ‘emTelling them stories. The unfinished folkloreThe moral not quite in place;

Surrender

Published on 2007-01-13 12:44:00

The pain surged from his sleepAs he fell out of itBreaking his night. A crackOn the center of his backA third hand grew.The third hand grewAs he spread his original handsTo pick his bloodstainsFrom the dusts and floors.The third hand grewPicking up invisible timesSprinkled onto the placesHe’d placed his back to.Sweat. As his fingers darkened,Moistened the flute holes. Loop-holes.He created the music of sweats.Sweats that dripped upon claustrophobic spacesFrom his first ten fingersAnd on a pass

Love Hymns - 2

Published on 2006-09-25 18:50:00

He Who FellHis fall was completeThe day he tumbled down the cocoonAnd found himself runningFor the door. He imaginedInside. Outside. Crossings.The possibilities of a door.He covered.He was led to a worldOf tangled bodies. Criss-crossed.Clinging onto the unknown otherLike abandoned copulations.Like the corpse of the childLeft somewhere in the wombLeft somewhere, in their heart, tooCriss-crossed.He was led into the worldOf a thousand childrenLying in all their tangled wombs.As cocoons.He, too, was

She Had Left A Bubble Inside Me

Published on 2006-07-31 20:03:00

She whispered her evanescence into me.She claimedIn her days of effervescenceShe had left a bubble inside me. FloatingThrough the vessels of my bloodIt passed through many mountains and lakes;Through many a cities above.When it stopped over the valleyIt was lost in timeIt was lost in eternity, tooAnd she had become evanescent.She whispered her evanescence into me.She claimedThat the bubble would burst one dayTaking the lives of valley dwellersBreaking their huts and dreams and painsMaking a real

Lullaby

Published on 2006-07-04 19:40:00

I picked her down the river bedWhere she lay among flowersAmong dewdrops, amongst bloodstainsOf her own.Her soul laid asleepIn the white comfort of a swarm of wasps, butterfliesAnd the forgettings of 'had-beens'.The forgettings of time, eternity and screams.DreamsMarched across her foreheads along with ants.She was living on sounds.Sounds outside her bodySounds insideSounds in the distant no-whereShe was sleeping on soundsWhen I picked her from the muds.I gave her my only moist roomWhere I lived

Facades of The Carnival - 5

Published on 2006-07-01 21:05:00

Skin"Have you seen the Christ made of animal skin at Burgos? There's a very curious book, Monsieur, about those statues made of animal skin and even human skin." -Jean Paul SartreThe shepherds returned in dusts,On dunes of Prophet, a forgotten town.A premonition of past, their presentA recurrence of future, their reflection.Dreaming, they smiled to disappearance.And into their fading skinsDissolved their bones, hearts

Facades of The Carnival - 4

Published on 2006-06-29 19:46:00

Lovers Three PacesOne day, in passingI invaded the valley of her dreams,And foundHer absence in the realm,And foundHer lost in her absence,And foundHer searching all that's lost.I found all three of herSitting separatelyThree paces away from each other.I found all three of herSitting separatelyIn the corpse garden of her dreams.Amidst her collection of confused corpses, unsleepingThree paces away from each other.One day, in passingI invaded her dream of three paces.Fre

Facades of The Carnival - 3

Published on 2006-06-26 21:18:00

Poet Euthanasia "You Glimpsed soldier of fortune Sweeping their footprints With branches of mistletoe. You showed them the corpse garden ------------------------------------- Madness, you brought it home."

Facades of The Carnival - 2

Published on 2006-06-24 21:03:00

Parents The ReturnIt rained petals last nightOn these streets, dew-worn.It rained petals in the darkOf flowers all yet unknown.And they covered the pain of a lonesome lane,And they heaped by the broken window panes,And they exuded the fragrance of a new-born world:Jubilating; beautified; giggling; silent,All in the dark, last night.Then, the morning they had all waited for, cameWhen the light and smell over-brimmed their waking senses.Some long closed doors were opened

Facades of The Carnival - 1

Published on 2006-06-21 19:36:00

Children This Christmas EndsI came loitering into the townOf lingering children, untamed.I found Christmas sans candles.I found smile-illumined cherry-treesAnd I heard playing feet, unreasoningInto their life-ending night.Children -Unknown to invention of fire,With darkness dazzling on their palmsWere fading into their shadows, slowly;Until traces of a difference - fully removedLike their dresses had once been by their parents,In a different night.This was a night, dif