Poemas

Mother

You can tell by looking at her
She is strength

In her eye justice covers all things like a haze
Fair on all sides
Suffering takes no heed
Her pain is supressed
For sake of appearance

Scant rewards of motherhood aside
She has the world in her palm
The love of one
Moves the world
She is best friend and first love
She is provider and caretaker

You can tell by looking at her
She is mother

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Oh! The Joy of Our Troubled Moving Limbs

Another reversal has left me numb
The words won't surface
I turn away
And let them drown

We flail like useless living puppets
Thrown from rooftops
Random blood spatters
Rain falls from on high and mingles
And God on her mighty throne
Shakes the world with her laughter
She's not laughing with us, She's laughing at us
We amuse and make do
We useless paper dolls

Oh! The joy
Of our troubled, moving limbs
Groping in darkness
Grabbing hold of anything stable
And hanging on for dear life
The endless dance of our shuffling feet
Here I am, with you
And we are alone

Fates like tides
In and out, up and down
We laugh about how fickle fortune taketh
And fickle fortune giveth away
The short end of the stick aims straight for your face

Oh! The joy
Of our tired, roving eyes
There's far too much to look at
And nothing to remember
How much more trivial can you get?
Another forgettable incident
Raises no questions in anyone’s mind
In a hundred years time you are dust anyway
Enjoy it while it lasts

You would think
With all the sex in the world no one would be lonely
But people still shoot themselves
Hang themselves in dark closets
Alone
The intellectuals die and the shallow survive

“Oh, I’ll think of something.”
Nice mantra.
“I don’t remember, I don’t remember, I don’t remember.”
Nice mantra.
“We hope we can rely on you.”
Nice mantra.

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She Moves Like the Ocean

She moves like the ocean
Ubpredictable and amazing
Tidal pools know nothing of brightness
Until they have seen her smile
Like the sun at noon
Turning them to diamond glass
Eyes like the sae after a storm
Her hair is the outer edge of sunrise
Brushing the clouds as they whisper the morning awake
Oh, is she lovely
Her touch the embrace of a star
She is the light of dawn on your face
A morning spent with a lover
Or sunbeams filtering thorugh windows
Lighting dust to blazing flecks
Her soul is filled with the quiet of wakefulness
Of winters indoors
Of frozen lakes with children on

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Henry Rollins

This is no ode.
No pretentious epiphianic verse to your greatness.
You are a man, as I am. Someday we'll both be dead
like all the other men that came before us
and all the men that will come after us.

We have met once, and though I remember you
You won't remember me.
You meet so many people in a day
that one face and one handshake will hardly stand out in your mind.
Likewise, your grip doesn't stand out in my mind.
I remember we must have shaken hands
but nothing about the action was notable.

What was notable was your humility.
"All the big guys, at that level, they're great."
Speaking of Al Pacino, Val Kilmer, Robert DiNiro.
Talking about the 'big guys'
as if you weren't one.

There was a time when I was young, Henry
That your song 'Liar' was my anthem.
Then I grew up a bit
and realized it was just a song.
It ended just like every other song-
with silence.

Next time you come here I'll see your show
and think about all the words that you've written and I haven't.

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Katie Herbert, this is the poem I promised you
That I never wrote
Oh, I know I gave you something
Words on a page
Is all that was
It had no meaning, no substance

I think about you a lot
I remember everyone I've ever met
And I remember a night at your mothers house
You and me and your boyfriend
And standing on the porch with him talking about Hemis
Which I still dont understand
And a New York State moon through a Civic moonroof
And the night
A different state of mind, there with you two

Now I am back in California
On the coast of dreams
There is still no gold in them thar hills
And no sparkle in anyone's eyes that can match yours

I have no clue where you are
Or who you are
Or who you will become
What those blue eyes have seen
What those pale lips have said
I wish you everything good that life has to give

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Fire and forget?

Yes, she can do that. She can do anything you ask.
For the right price.

A little deeper, a little harder, a little slower, a little farther.

Next motel.
Next night.

Rinse, repeat.

Pain and suffering?

Oh, yes. Tell her everything. She's not your mother
But she can be your girlfriend.

Whatever you want. Anything you never imagined, anything you thought you were too good for.

"All secrets kept here."
Nice mantra.

Mère, soeur, fille, petite amie, maîtresse, harlot

Putain

"Toutes les pensées secrètes gardées ici."
Nice mantra.

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you write nothing for no one
blank words on the walls of your room
and you paint undead doors to nowhere
your parents don't approve and
they don't think you're sane

you speak in made up latin sometimes
it doesnt make sense but it's fun to listen to
sometimes i think you're making fun of me
but when did i ever care about that.

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Perhaps we will grow old together and die in each others arms
Perhaps we will fall in love, eventually
Become inseperable companions, in life and love
Ever doing for one another
And the sun will rise in the East and set in the West
And the Earth will continue to rotate on its axis
And nothing exciting will happen in any place near us

Perhaps we will have a torrid love affair
And drink lust like cheap forgotten wine
From each others lips
Intoxicated with touch and sense
And moment
And after, become infatuated with others
Put the shared moments in a box
Forgotten in the attic under layers of dust and time and responsibility
And we will be content in our new lives
And the sun will continue to rise in the East and set in the West
And the Earth will continue to rotate on its axis
And nothing exciting will happen in any place near us

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if you cry
i will kill the one who made it so.
if you laugh
i will never hear another sound.
if you whisper
i will silence the world and command them to listen.
if you shout
i will silence myself and hear you.
if you fall
i will catch you and never let go.
if you smile
i will have seen the sun.
if you cook
i will never eat a better meal.
if you sleep
i will stand the vigil over you.
if you wake
i will never leave your side.

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Mi Orquidea

shes the most everything.

the most enticing, the most beautiful, the most sincere, the most alluring, the most
everything

we've never spoken.

the words, when i try to say them, get into tight traffic jams and get trapped somewhere deep in my throat
and i choke and nearly die
by the time i recover she's gone again

shes the most everything
she means the most to me out of anyone i can think of
perhaps someday we will meet

until then i will stare at her face and wonder what she sounds like when she sighs.

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Los Angeles

if your feet don't touch the ground
you can't be corrupted
so the logic goes

but i've seen them fall
one after another
battling against what they know they can't fight
and for no reason

i've seen them die
and fall forever
to do it again
and again for eternity

repentance is a concept they can't understand
they lost the war a long time ago
still they raise sword
their souls so pure that the fire of them burns
across blades that flashed at Sodom
and fall forever

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Cycles and Minutae

ill tell you where im going when i get there.

i dont know what else to say.

why dont you know?
why dont you know?
just hey, keep it down a little. i cant hear
myself think.
keep living in your hotels.

your doors are all slamming shut.
you're seeing it for yourself

the cuts and the lacerations
the cycles and the minutae

lets each of us put back on our facades
lets put back on our false faces.