José!

؟ Hola qué tal?

Better would English be.

No la hablo.

You don’t say, José!

Yo, la hablo, l’español.

Just a little.

Un pocito

La cultura, the culture,

Linguas, languages,

My thing.

Eyes, I got fascinated by,

Eyes, I praised Allah, the creator.

Knowledge mistrusted,

Colors misinterpreted, misunderstood,

Were you green, were you blue,

What were you?

Were you dark, were you light,

What were you?

Can’t thee talk colors?

I can, I do,

Yet, the Creator betrays mi pocito know-how

For those, as uncanny as they are,

As uncanny as they were,

As uncanny they will,

I trade life,

I trade knowledge,

I pray the Lord.

Praised be the Creator.

Si, yes.

Cultures differentiate.

The Silence Enjoyer

Enjoying the silence

The sound of death all around,

Of echoes behind the walls,

Faded in the dark distance,

In the empty ears

A child’s scream twilight-ed the silence, then eclipsed

 The still regained

The sound of the in and out

Veils the air

One lighted light all it takes

Darkness embracing the air

Your air is suffocating

The bittersweet of solitude

The reflected shadow of the vacuum

Full bodied, empty embodied

Said he fear of the dark

Say I fear of the bright

Said he out my life

Said I out of your life

Silence has ups and downs

Am better with a midplace

Silence in faith

Silence is a choice

Said M of solitude

Say I of multitude

I see you

I see me

I saw us

I saw the vain, you and the rain

Blue’s over the place

No only you, no down on my knees,

No Ps I love you

Say they A might help heal

Say I B shall

Say they T might help heal

I say, no T shall deal

But B would, can, might ease

More 5 L to go

Pretty strange, things work out

No promises no pledges

A bottom line to end the F up

A top line to free the F up

At last, lone

At last,

Silence remains

Ears hear no noise

Though inside a boom

Ears hear no noise

Just still

Heart feels no need

Though inside a desirous body

Eyes see blind,

Age and beauty, beauty aged

Dreams forgotten, feelings buried, and desires ashen

At last, lone

At last,

Lone

But, yet again people interfere

Demolish the tried-to-be built

Put the im to the possible

Hard to get out, hard to get through

Harder to start all over

Complaints, complaints, complaints

I’d rather shut the F and live the L

Patience armed and sadism

Say they, one chooses solitude

Say I, I was chosen

Having all, wanting none

Not out of gratitude, rather out of merit

Say they, I who, I who

Say I,

The silence enjoyer

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

00:28:01

I Step Away

I step away,

From the friendship zone.

I throw the throne,

Since you couldn’t understand,

And I couldn’t stand.

I am no good, and you no bad.

Since I couldn’t stand,

And you couldn’t understand,

Friendship ain’t partnership.

Friendship ain’t apprenticeship

Friendship ain’t slave-mastership.

I am not yours, You not mine,

I am mine.

Since you couldn’t understand,

I have nothing left to offer.

I have my own world, sacred

To which nobody is allowed.

My uncanny rhythm ain’t for you,

My strong beats ain’t for you,

My boiling tempers might frighten you.

My darkened joy won’t please you.

My required shield won’t let you.

And I couldn’t stand,

The feeling of double shadowed in your eyes,

My telling is mine,

My truth is mine,

Whether believed or not.

No explanations are due.

I owe no one, no one owes me.

Life taught me so,

Nothings is permanent, neither love, nor parent

The near-by enslaving acts,

Out of the blue, strong bonds are asked,

 Am in the stage of collecting damage, still

Needn’t new wounds,

Needn’t new left-over’s.

From that and those I differ,

Might have played you fool.

Won’t let me, my stance.

Would have lied.

Won’t let me, my rational brains.

Could have faked smiles.

Won’t let me, my disobeying mouth.

May have honey-tasted, my words.

Won’t let me, my salty-tasted tongue.

Since you couldn’t understand,

Shall thee?

I, shall take the stand,

Stepping away from the friend zone.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Crying my things out

Crying my things out

Crying my tears out,

My agony out,

My woes out,

My wonders out,

My passions out,

My wanderlust out,

My joy out,

Till I run out of,

Till my eyes dried

Till my heart stopped

Till my dreams awoke

Till my!

Cry out mutual respect

Self-respect

Freedoms

Human rights

All bee and see

Crying out the repressed anger

The buried anger

The rage,

Knowledge,

Education,

Morals,

All gone, disguised, destroyed,

Blasphemously.

Crying out loud,

For God sake. 

Saturday, February 16, 2013