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The Book of Unnoticed Notes

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There are many ways to kill 
slowly ignoring calling silencing 
the space perfectly molded
empty fixtures took over
no words are a necessity.

Saved the neighbors’ garden
fire burned the in-out air
no time for consolation
r       a       g      e
pointing dagger accuses.

Comical hysterical madness
erupts like volcanos 
all over the mortal covering
if the curtains goes up
will the plastic corps notice.

Time is time is time

minus the hours 
its minutes and some seconds
tic tac tic tac tic tac
the heart died.

Melody takes over
words are in perfect order
only those that fit in
between the spaces
chews the e motions.

The 20 dollar doll
had all the words 
clustered in her garments
minutes watered desire
mystery secrecy unknown.

Selfish for a vowel 
hungry for a consonant
hopeful for a comma
blank notes were glued on the wall.
Too late for time is lost.
​                                              Our Love

I give my heart to you… it belongs but to you only. 
For it is with me while I walk into the material star 
of my own dreams and return it when the tap dance has ceased.
There is no past nor future but now. And in this now 
I have sank myself into the goodness of your love.
You love me and I love you back. For it is we that we are only one.
One is all expressing constantly at this moment in all of me and us. 
How can I step a minute ahead and miss the love 
that you are giving me right now?
Here it is the light of the notes dancing into existence. 
Sparks exploding every second that I exist perfectly without worries. Only creating the things I was meant to create under your spell. 
Let me be under your magic for I am all yours 
as the light of your breath.
It is your love that gives me strength and courage 
to follow the road of my own existence as the real me.
Rescue me when weakness pierces my human heart 
and strip me from the false covers of my ego. 
Let my pure essence manifest into you and you into me. 
For I love you and you love me back.
                                             Stoic

Once upon a dream
- of colorless -
images came to me
as I slept
on my brick mattress
of the color of the sky
and with a price tag 
to be desired...
"nor to wonder"
was it made to comfort me?
or to make me feel 
the agonizing pain of
being human
and having feelings 
that have been... chained to my heart.


As I floated 
in the empty space of
my fearless mind
I knew sub-realistically
- that my dream-
"was not real"
nor reality [ of my dreams ]
were about to happen
as some times we must sit
to think and to dream.

but...

I was wondering into space
looking for acrilyc paints
- so I could brush -
the images of my mind
and make them
"more acceptable"
to my selfconscious being.

As I brushed the colors of

-SUN-WATER-EARTH-

to the space where "I" was / "indeed"
maybe not floating but... - flying?
- the colors -
were washed by my tears.

I knew then...and I knew right after...
the compromise was eternal
"with" or "without"
colors-
​
Your Gaze

Forever

your eyes
lights of splendor
caresses me
slowly...
tenderly...
knowingly...
You trace me
completely
burning
the sheets
where dreams
repose
baring
the essence
of my being
waiting for you.
Without touching
you awake
the dormant
fervor
buried
until your lips
touch mine.
El Beso

Cuando me besas
mi piel se quema
en noches de luna
y cantos de amor.

Cuando me besas
soy toda tuya
caracol ardiente
escuchas mi pasion.

Cuando me besas
entro en tu embrujo
perdida en las mareas
de amor y deseos.

Cuando me besas
despiertas mis suenos
anhelo tus labios
busco tu calor.

Spiderweb Eyelashes

Do you believe her? Why should I. She is a woman. 
I know you. You want to get her. You are a fool. 
You actually believe your shit. I knew you are just as I thought.
The clock is ticking oxygen out of your being.
SCREAM your politeness out of your brand-name suit.

Ladies and Gentlemen, it is the Gospel hour.

The glass broke
- like an expanding universe.
It was empty. Nothing to clean.
All memories untraceable.
In confidence I die.
Another day to be alive.
The flower is there.
The bee suffocates her.
Fragmented ideals/
In prudence 
the castle crumbled.
There was no sage 
to be found.
In the air
the coin is lost.
Flying wings 
rescued the soul.
The mind is too dark 
to see the light.
The four corners
has no walls.
The cloak is open
the dagger is red.
I happen to have
a noble name.



It is a good thing she knows how to fly.

Yesterday I saw her passing by my window.
I could see her face as she twirled in the air 
as if suspended by rice paper kites.
Maybe she was. It reminded me of a picture
I saw in anatomy class…
The child suspended by trust?

Good morning this is unknown place news:
Today an AlphAngel announced the birth
of a new play. The death of Judas.

Alleluia! A new sunrise dresses the innocent. 








                              A New Birth

Open your eyes and see the wonder 
of your own existence reveal itself
softly humming words of love into your heart.
It is I my darling self that calls you/me constantly
breathing life into your/our being. 
​Let me show you the way to reveal your
oneness with the one that is I am what I am. 
The constant presence of all that it is
wants to reveal the truth of one within one.
Allow the love making of consciousness 
nurture the fruits of your/mine ageless energy.
Outpouring into the womb the seeds 
of selfless desires to birth an eternal spring.
I am you that call you at the door of creation 
to lead you into the dance of conception.
A new birth garments your/mine existence 
revealing the truth to both sides of you/me.
Eternal joy resist nothing in a pure soul
for love is the freedom of it all.re to edit.
                                        The Eighth Day

In limbo the masses walk
from centuries past and to come 
- no moral lessons- 
- no chain reaction-
The pewter water is holy now. 

The end is always the beginning
rebirth is the salvation 
- write me a story -
- tell me a tale -
read me the verses of creation.

Black is not dark nor white is pure
the milk is pouring to bathe the navel
-how bleak the eyes can be-
-how loose the tongue must act-
-how violent the hands are-
to treason for reason does not justify.

The ego hunts the weak soul
the house is the hideout from remorse
- the book is always there-
- Take it or leave it-
The flame of consciousness is running its course.

From Genesis to Apocalypses
has anything been learned at all
-greed is Dante's inferno- 
- poverty is the major sin-
How fatal good intentions can be.

The club is the mold
for cloning ignorance and intolerance
- who slanders who-
-ask me no questions-
Whose truth is it the one that set us free.
​
Colombia

Can I dream today of a beautiful land
where children dance by the sound of the rain
and their happy faces illuminate the nights
so the old and the tired can have hope
of better days and dreaming nights.


Can I dream today of peaceful soundless space
where we can all hold hands to embrace 
the love and the strenght of our innerselfs
the ripples that our hearts form by pounding 
one beat at the time like drums calling for joy.
Cenotaph 

Just one ordinary day
[ a sunny morning ] - warm and bright -
a day of hope, songs
and love
a day of dreams, coffee
and later times.

Just another day
- to all of us -
rushing, hugging...
a kiss in the cheek...
" a bright day "
of see you later
and simple goodbyes
a day of meeting datelines
a day of calls and e-mails
a day for laughs
for shopping
for fun
for postcards
for grandeur.

And everything was gone...
- just like that -
we all saw it...
over and
over...

Why such a way of wasting
- wonderful life -
Why such an attack of evil
to humanity.


I can understand the ways of life
the time to "go"
but not like that... calculated... organized...
[ acting in the name of God ]
Why such an evil creature
could do so much damage?
an attack of horrible measure
to life, to light, to freedom.

The night is full of stars
of beautiful shining light
of comets and wishing stars.

[ I feel the peace and comfort
that the colors of 
freedom provides me ]

I feel the night
so quiet, so still
and I lit my balcony
with tea-lights
- in memory-
of all those marvelous
wonderful human beings
that lost their lives.

But I will never forget them
I will always have in my heart
all those things that we feel
and think...
when we wake up in the morning.

So I will look at the sunrises and the sunsets
the stardust and the comets
the green and the blue
the ocean and the sand
for them to see / when I close my eyes.
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