jueves, 30 de diciembre de 2010

Wishing you, catch a butterfly, with signs



Wishing you, catch a butterfly, with signs


To try
To describe an instant:

 
To try
To catch a butterfly…

Just with signs



Wishing you the best, my friend
VABM
December 30, 2010


lunes, 27 de diciembre de 2010

¡Wows!







¡Wows!

Universe size & age
Its expansion
At least in my humble opinion
Is a: ¡Wow!

And…

That everything moves and eventually will go
That everyone rocks or sucks on occasions
That the beauty and the ugliness
Are inside, behind the eyes

The life’s resilience and the easy of death
That the sum of all of the hate
Is less than the one of
All of the love

The life’s mesh
The individual isolation
The interspecies
Universal connectedness

Solitude & silence at mountains, deserts & sea
And at all of the places where one can read
The book of the God’s works written in first person
And intuit its gradual and periodical way of work

Some rivers, verses, eyes, sunsets, kisses,
Decorated stones, laughs & dawns
Some people I see trough lenses
Painted of desire and/or love

Some cyclical mistakes
Some painful poems
I always compose
Without any remorse                   

I’m almost sure
That a mad Greek
Poet & warrior
Priest of a forgotten religion

Already did write this
Two and a half thousand years ago.
Please include you




sábado, 18 de diciembre de 2010

THE Click







Eternity is easy:
You hear first the click
And the thunder of the storm
Will come

Nobody will ever surely know
But it’s a fact
You just need to see the sea:
Burbles are only temporary stuff

The prophets already said it:
Everything will return to where it came,
And everything came from
The chaos that is GOD

It is a must:
Everyone must have a look at a picture
Of the night
To see where they come from

You are a virus
As are all of us
By the way pal:
Machines finally won

Desperately slow
And not human’s
Are the ways
Of YOU KNOW
To that jude:
Now I understand you bro

Mother Zhon October 13, 1978
VABM 12/18/2010 7:49:55 PM

lunes, 6 de diciembre de 2010

Remolinos de tiempo



Hola a tod@s:
La primera versión de mi octavo libro llamado Remolinos de tiempo ya está en BookRix, se agradece crítica constructiva :-|

Favor ver:


domingo, 5 de diciembre de 2010

Go to the hills




Go to the hills


In his genetic code
He inherited this statement:
When in danger:
Escape to the hills


Evolution changed it as:
Every time you have the chance
Go to the hills
To see everything from above


And is working on this version:
Go to the hills 
To put everything
Where it belongs

VABM December 5, 2010


Dedicated to my brother Oscar Marino

miércoles, 1 de diciembre de 2010

The lighthouse




The lighthouse




Cutting the darkness
With its light knife
The lighthouse by night
Is THE LIGHT

But by day
It just waits.
I’m only a fish 
By its side


People, sea waves and sand
Even transoceanic ships,
Everything that periodically stay & go 
Across this earth, wind & sea realm

Merely ask for its verdict
But it only waits for the night
To light & light
And to write & write

To Edgar, mi brother.

VABM 2010-12-01
http://vbueno.wordpress.com/2010/12/01/casa-de-luces/

martes, 9 de noviembre de 2010

The juncture below


The juncture below







That day he needed to cross
You know

The pass below

That highway juncture point






Where even city lights

Don’t show

You know

Sin, vice & perdition






And guess what

He crossed it alone

And since that he realized

He’ll ever walk alone






VABM 2010-11-08


Sunday’s night stupor



Sunday’s night stupor






You can sense

Next week omen

Inside the whirlwinds

Rounding the garbage bins






You can even smell it

In the old newspapers

During this week’s

Ending moments






I’ll save you the work

Of digging inside the trash cans

Please continue enjoying

This funny Sunday’s night stupor:






Everything will remain normal

Unless earth shake

And if a big stone from sky

Don´t smash our plans






VABM Sunday, November 07, 2010 9:20:27 PM

domingo, 24 de octubre de 2010

The moon is inside of this



The moon is inside of this

Somehow the moon is inside of this
Or at least some of its reflected sun rays 
Photons bounced on it


Somehow I was a fish
And a myriad of life’s attempts
Before this


And every human being 
That has been
Could have said it


VABM October 24, 2010

The victory of nobody knows





The victory of nobody knows


I’m living in a town
Where people grow
In their gardens
Palm and mango trees


Side by side
Failsafe
Thinking about
The parrots comfort

I’m speaking a language
Where “to believe”
And “to create”
Sometimes is the same word
May God be with us!


I’m drinking rum
Above a home
Beside a mountain
Where THE ocean 
Is three mountains before 


But where
If you pay enough attention
To the signs and the smell on the air
You can have a presentiment of God


The town is called 
“The victory”
¿Of whose?
Nobody knows


I’m thinking about
How people can grow
60 feet mangoes trees
Merely to enjoy bird’s morning calls


I’m swimming inside
A blood & time stream
That hopefully will last
Until the next step of life’s fractals


I’m thinking 
That may be
That’s the victory
The town’s name 
Is due for


Because this people
Have a freedom’s joy
I’ve never found before


VABM October 22, 2010

jueves, 21 de octubre de 2010

The elliptical fractal of being








The elliptical fractal of being


Dark green fruit
Between greener leaves
Concealed


Immature promise
Tell me please
Which of your seeds


Will reach
The other side
Of the next six months stream


And will repeat 
Another tread
Of the elliptical fractal of being



To my mom as a undying tribute
VABM October 21, 2010




Good love songs


Good love songs



Good love songs are just calls
Hurried but not frantic


Convincing arguments
Appealing to the reason


Veiled triggers
Of the beloved’s instincts


VABM October 20, 2010

lunes, 18 de octubre de 2010

About love songs




About love songs


No two legs dog
Will never know a thing
About love songs
Because they are the God’s gift
To coyotes and wolfs






Taken from the Annew’s book of the world
VABM October 17, 2010

Useless meetings




Useless meetings
Her frozen rivers
Yearly normality
Met my Caracas reality



During a last century’s
Starless October night



We -latex secluded-
Mixed some fluids
And –directly-
Interchanged promises



No minute, no action plan
Nothing remains of that useless meeting



Except for the pungent smell of womanliness
That sometimes invades my dreams



VABM October 17, 2010


miércoles, 13 de octubre de 2010

A two legs dog

A two legs dog







I am a dog
And I was a four legs one
Before




I have spend my life
Building pyramids
And ziggurats before




I’m the thing
History is made of




I do know
That when heaven’s dogs finally come
They will give me a bone






VABM 13 October 2010

Certezas



Certezas





Que poca autoridad


Le acato al ilusorio orbe,


Al falso y flamígero rosa


De algunos ocasos






Y a mi cárcel de hambre, ambición y carne


Cuando mi ciencia de clepsidras,


Estrellas, líneas rectas y astros


Me da otro presagio






Otra alegría de víspera


Otra certeza


Que se diluirá con el tiempo


En el asombro de mi realidad






Construida con las verdades


Que los líderes del mundo


Han considerado necesario informarme


Y las leyes que Dios






Me ha dejado comprobar


Atónito y deslumbrado


De su diseño simple


Y casi humano






VABM 12 de octubre de 2010

miércoles, 22 de septiembre de 2010

P is for poet










P is for poet



On a sidewalk a dog eats chicken’s feet
So I write about mammal’s team spirit
Another thing the other living things
Must to worry about


It rains again 
Over the puddles of the previous rain
So I try to write about the excess
The redundancy and originality
Of every individual life


Well my friend 
Even if there are not P’s in my name
I’ll waste ink and paper
On every theme I would like
Because here we’re all: “Democratic”




VABM September 21, 2010

miércoles, 21 de julio de 2010

Whooooo’s the man



Whooooo’s the man

 
The password of love has been disclosed
¿Whooooo gonna use it? ¿To do what?

Tonight love will answer the phone
¿Whooooo gonna call? ¿Whooooo gonna get the tone?

Streets are calling
¿Whooooo gonna answer them? ¿May I call you back?

Death is patrolling city’s heights
¿Whooooo gonna jump? ¿ Whooooo gonna live inside?

Cells against cells, mucosa’s wet
¿Whooooo’s the man? ! Bloody eggs of life!

Sperm and eggs, life as usual
¿Whooooo’s the life? ¿ Whooooo’s the man?

Blood, like water, flows
¿Whooooo gonna navigate? ¿Whooooo’s the captain?


I’m afraid of you, my friend
¿Whooooo’s at the edge? ¿May I call you a breakdown?

 

VABM July 17, 2010

domingo, 4 de julio de 2010

Vicky



Vicky





To Vicky

Nations are cute decorations

That win and loose

In a green soccer field



And I agree



And frontiers

Are simple lines

To be drawn

In her homework



And I’m in accord



She believes all of history

All of its pain, sorrow and horror

Is insignificant compared

With a pet’s death



And I’m with her



She also believes

Candies and iced cream

Are the best yield

Of humanity’s sciences and arts



And that to me, is also fine



Love in her humble opinion

Isn’t matter of talk

Because she’s what’s called:

Joie de vivre



And I’m in love



VABM Sunday, July 04, 2010


jueves, 1 de julio de 2010

Greener than lettuce




Greener than lettuce

Compared with the sun
Ocean is like the vapor
From the mouth
On a little rock

We’re small 
As the mold
That makes green
Some rocks

But we can transmit 
Even greener funds
At light’s speed
To the place they belong

We’re also good
Refining uranium salts
Making plastic wood
And dreaming other worlds

So what’s wrong with us, boy?
I don´t see any fault
In being a little difficult
Because history is made of wars

Do you see my point, boy?
Wait for your chance at bat
Keep your eyes on the ball
Opportunity never calls you, twice

If you don’t win 
The biggest lottery price
That doesn’t mean
Lottery ain’t fair

System has its ways
You must not go against them
I’m afraid that poor people
They better surrender instead

So now you can see it all
With sharp exactitude, dude
We’re cooler than the coolest breeze
And greener than lettuce

VABM July 1, 2010