martes, 14 de mayo de 2013

Five inches below world




Five inches below world



space's too deep
oceans, wells and rivers too
for me five inches is enough

if you could see me

happily drowned in a river of blood
trying to send the real me
to the other side of the river of time
you would agree with me



VABM May-13-2013






martes, 7 de mayo de 2013

Highway Pass




Highway Pass 



And under the yellow glow 
Of the coldest moon 
He had ever felt 

A continuos row of cars
Was fighting for their pass
Inside straight lines 
Of incandescent lights

So that's the way the world is
He thought. Big but small
For every kind of critter a home

For me living here is a torture
Everybody think the place they live
Is the center of the world

And above him airplanes
Were moving people and cargo
Across the air routes
Afterwards he would never forget




VABM Abril 7, 2013


Airport Parking Lot
By zharth


viernes, 12 de abril de 2013

The bamboo song




The  bamboo song

Not to be seen
But to be lived instead

Night rain of drops is made
Too fast they pass
But streams sing songs of love

Music of tunes is made
But to enjoy it
To the rhythm
You must abandon yourself

To hear the bamboo  song
You need to close your eyes
And open your heart
To the music of life

Li Tao Po/VABM 
25 March 2013

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sábado, 17 de noviembre de 2012

Lights


Lights

Bugs come and go
From and to darkness
Visible to me their erratic fly
Just for an instant

By the side of the bonfire
Is confortable and warm
And I'm trying to guess why:
Mating? feeding? playing?

Exploring a new star?
You know: "bugs love lights"
Even Goethe at his  deathbed
Asked for more of them

What a pitty
Sunlight is so disperse
After down I shall see
Of what skylarks feed


VABM 17/11/2012

miércoles, 7 de noviembre de 2012

To The Next One


To The Next One


One starless friday's night
I did realize that my life
is mainly made of too late arrivals
and of false starts

Oh God how plenty of supplies you are!

I'm just another excess
that overpopulates another pack of your pets
The kind of things you ussually throw along with dice
That clumsy animal always out of tune with time

I'm seeing a flock of skylarks
feeding from a stream of butterflies
I'm dreaming of the next animal
who will sail the currents of time

Iridiscent and silent their ships jumping stars
The tang of our meat they may dislike
while carrying in their brains
the quiet fatalism of a butterfly
that flies in a hurricane

VABM 11/NOV/12

miércoles, 17 de octubre de 2012



Lunch Time

A few inches from me
Below sea just one yard
Beside a small rock
On the sand

A starfish is vibrating its rays
Searching for another sun
Some food or company
Maybe some sex

Or another experience
To fit in the endless puzzle
That is the map of its realm

Its efforts are shifting to blue
The  sunlight specter lines

!How short is the wavelength of warm seas time!
I rather prefer the nearly lineal big muddy rivers time
Below the moon, me and a lot of seabirds
Realize that is again lunch time


VABM 17/10/2012


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viernes, 16 de marzo de 2012

Milk, water, sap & blood

Milk, water, sap & blood

Blood in the water
Salty & fresh blood
Blood tinted sunrises and sunsets

Blood in the air
Blood in the rain
Hurricanes of blood

Blood on fire & ice
Smoke of blod
Erupting volcanos of blood

Blood all over the earth
mine or from someone else.
In love, business & war

We're all in the bloody business of blood
Because every thing that lives
is the product of:

Convergent...
Streams...
Of blood

Murky & transparent
White, blue, green & red
Iridiscent BLOOD


To Erwin
a.k.a SS HMDLV

VABM 03-16-2012


lunes, 3 de octubre de 2011

The flick




The flick…

You don´t see
But feel
Inside the urban tissue
Craving streets

It is always prepared

DNAer of love
Some of its loses                    
Will make you mad
And some of its wins

The flick
You feel inside
Like a 10,000 watts bass

It is above all

Also flows inside you
And me
And every thing
It may like

It likes beds
And prefers white linen sheets
But will make its tasks
On bare grass

Ask masters
From Lao Tzu and above
Why you´re below?
And they will tell you bored:
Because you asked for more
Flickering time
VABM October 1, 2011

jueves, 29 de septiembre de 2011

A new thing




A new thing

Mother Earth please…
Cast new dice
Open to me the door of…
The horizon wall

Very far from…
The horrible thing
My parents have lived.
Their gassy guts
And their average routine

To a new thing…
That isn’t new at all
But hasn’t been yet discovered
Inside the tamed doom
Of this concrete streets



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Gaseous Light







Gaseous Light

Clouds are interfering
Absorbing & scattering
Sunlight waves

Casting its shadows below
Where a buzzards cloud
Like feathered whirl

Rounds itself inside
A warmer & ascending
Burble of air

I’ve been overflown today
By a buzzards cloud
What my bard inside will chant?

News are always the same
Guess I’ll try tor write about
Sunlight photons bounced back

To Diana Matisz


VABM Thursday, September 29, 2011

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martes, 20 de septiembre de 2011

A quarter passed moon


A quarter passed moon

Moon
Less than a half moon
Floating above all
Please tell me more

About she, world & un/love
Because
I do need another poem
To post it in my blogspot

VABM September 20, 2011
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lunes, 19 de septiembre de 2011

Hydro-Gen


Hydro-Gen

I’m seeing the smoke
It is supposed
To contain souls
None hope I support

The whole planet
Is made of stars’ ash






But

Such a small quantity of water
Is enough to sustain souls
And

I’m thinking of you
I’m thinking I love you
I’m thinking I do know
The stupid truth from above

And that it is all about
Organic ash
Fire & Ice
And stars ex/implosions
                 
Really

You could trace life
To water
Even to hydrogen
If you were patient enough

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viernes, 2 de septiembre de 2011

A quiet storm






A quiet storm

Rays flashed the storm
Light unfroze darkness
Night concealed world


It was me? Or did you?
Who will be concerned?
Passion never showed


Sea waves shocked rock
Just sand, just sea foam
Merely fearful attempts 


Just insane precaution
And wary moderation
Made in our time to love






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jueves, 18 de agosto de 2011

About broken hearts



About broken hearts


Some birds aren’t for the cage
Some days are made just to fill
The calendar before dates
With ugly and gray unease                              

Some cats would eat you
Some people would kill you
Just to reaffirm their point of view
In matters you have never though of

Some butterflies can broke your heart
Some places you must never go
If you want to keep your body and soul
Working together in the way you know
                                                                                 
Nature as people is real
They don’t need you
Much of them were here before you
Majority will stay after you leave

So please boy give some theories
The same authority deserves bullshit
Never offer some people the other cheek
Because it also will be hit

Be gradual and cautious
Always leave a margin for error
Never sign blank checks
Neither lend without interests

And when truly love shows its face
You will be able to easily detect it
Because the one in love with you
Will be more worried than you

Then is time to give theories a chance
Or for to take advantage
Do it dirty quick
Opportunity never repeats


VABM August 18, 2011








miércoles, 17 de agosto de 2011

Sardines in olive oil


Sardines in olive oil


If there is a God
I mean it
It must be pilchard’s aware

Mother just opened
A tin can
Full of sea memories

Sardines in olive oil
You can read
At its very front

I am a cat
Next time we talk
Keep it in mind

I do know
What I am
Do you know what you are?

martes, 16 de agosto de 2011

Even God’s eyes die


Even God’s eyes die

THE Lord (Jahwahral)
The God’s eyes
During much of his time
Was quickly finishing his pass

Those pale yellow patches
In the green dark of the mountain flank:
The local name?
The decease; its tea, is the cure for?              

Heard the boy, remembering his teacher´s own words:
Curiosity: That walking cane
That makes possible to live
So many horrible lives

Just for a moment doubt crossed trough
His master’s eyes
His one and only disciple and grandnephew
Also his master’s sense of smell

This IS an emergency
A REAL one
PLEASE!!
Allow us the pass

The siren of the ambulance
Like an icebreaker
Cleared the pass through the city noise
To his silent cry

Bush vulgaris
No-name brush
Routine:
The name of the decease

Somewhere far yet from hospital
Paramedical make the sign
And driver knew the emergency
Was now unreal

Untying his mask said:
Don’t cry boy
Earth discards skin cells everywhere, every time
Look at the soil when searching for THE real life

Boy, we’re so ephemeral
That even angels die
At the morgue
Said a nice man

Was his departure planned, or an irresponsible one?
Every year from his office someone still calls
To arrange for his master’s remains
A nice site in a beautiful park
                                                                           
Since that day
That boy has searched in the bush
Missing his granduncle aid
The cure for solitude                                       





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viernes, 15 de julio de 2011

Amen





Amen




Moon is trapped 
Behind 
Electric wires

Because the one
In charge 
Everywhere of everything


Is dreaming  

    Drunk like a trunk
    Below the tree of life

Another universe
Where you & me
Will ever sing

La chanson
El canto
The song of God



VABM Friday, July 15, 2011



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