Invocation

When future looks grey
or better say darker as betray
unfraid of blue
as having no clue
please pass some news
of my beloved muse
even a timid sign
of having to resign.

Desdain

Nothing to demand

Burns inside

No claim to be made

Just to watch aside

No rights

No law

Desdain to the bone

Craving alone

For something long gone

Never posed

Just adored.

Scorn

In yellow path

He has been seen

Walking cheerfully

With a blond .

I heard it

feel it

I can forgive my best friend

But never the wanton.

Thought of him, so high

Thought of him so pure

Nothing so mean

Nothing obscene

filthy loose.

Praise love with words

Denieying it in soul

Can I forgive my best friend?

Though Never the whore.

At the parking lot

Playing the accordeon

Old man

All the melancholic notes

I enjoy

You remind of someone

still carved on my stone

Drown in misery

Notes of courtesy

A bit of fantasy

For the busy bees

aim some sympathy

No one notice , old man

We are both misplace

As boxing in lace

The coin rain to wait

Though eventual drop

We are both misplace

No one appreciate.

Smiling eyes

When eyes can not lie

Decieving Mouth takes over

Perfectly made as bow tie

Everything must be cover

Twisted words

Crooked wills

Tied knots

Damnage control must be call

( working in a matching illustration)

The dark shadow

Raining again



Drops of no gain



Watching through a Window



a dark figure in a hood



He is coming to take me



To take me away



To a place of no pain


numb smile



Raise my arm to reach



My fingers trapped behind the glass



Dreaming eyes waking at last



nothing but my reflection in the glass.

Squirrel

Far from being terrified by me, you are standing there eating your nut. I want to approach but i have no chance, you will run and hide.
Oddie the squirrel, eating a nut
nothing poetic about
next to a road
next to a tree
no bother to be seen
oddie keeps sorting nuts
while figuring cuts.

Through the window

He is staring outside, the fence is open but he closes his eyes. I wonder what he thinks or better, what he is dreaming with eyes open. More likely,scenes of torture and his next strike.
He sits there absort, meditating and enjoying every thought,every future action in advance..sometimes, I loath your evil calm. It´s like you know , you will win no matter what.
I do not close my eyes to dream anymore, dreams have proven to be far more dangerous than realities.I claw my eyes on you,waiting for your next move, waiting for you to kill my pows and burn my walls.

claims

Earth claims a tree

There is a hole on me
It can not be fill
you were there
rooted deep on me.
one but different
destiny indifferent

cried and begged
to blinds and deafs
trying to keep the life embrace
Taken away
To be replanted somewhere.

Black trousers

The lake can be barely seem from the bike´s path , nature has formed a vegetation wall to protect what is there to see. Many times, I have passed by slowly to see what´s beyond the leaves and branches. Even in the rush of the day,the lake looks so calm.
Perhaps the serenity of the trees and a the waters attrackted more than curious eyes last night. Dark torn trousers laid on the grass, left there in a rush venturing into woods. A hasty night walker could have just jumped the fence that now looks broken.
My mind wonders staring at the confusing evidence, a shapeshifter caught by the full moon or just mental pacient running without clothes. Prefer the first to visualize, there are few things that seem magical and even fewer that will remain.

TIME

unstoppable timer
slowly rotting
deeply loathing
the frenetical ticking
eyes shut
hear no more
the endless ticking
turning in dust
tick, tock
once more
tick, tock
time is up.

Prison

A prison is more than just bards
more than restricted freedom
It´s a believe inserted on a mind.
the gate keeper whispering
the constand feeding of fears.
prisoner?slave? puppet?
all together in one.
can a soul fight an endless sentence
even when the hope is gone?
days passing like drops falling down a window
making paterns in lines.