About pets & love

About pets & love

In her well known work about:

The truly and purely random

Distribution of nightly noise

Due to fowls and dogs

Master Zhon wrote:  

There is no such thing

As uninterested love

As there is not a rooster’s

First call at the crack of dawn

You can call it a myth

A white lie

A good intention

And a poet’s invention                                     

Someday love will be forbidden

As a drug

A very dangerous one indeed

Believe me please

And pets

Will be accepted

As the beings that are

Soft, warm, cool & beautiful

Maybe someday we’ll meet again

Together against them:

Except us

The whole world population

We just require

A backwards jump in time

A worm’s hole in space

To be together again

In the dark part

Of the same orange sunset  

Intoxicated with love

Sharing the same vision:

Double and distorted.

Waiting for the night

To show us it’s magic

To enchant us again

                       

                                   VABM January 14, 2011

Dry Rat at the park

Dry rat at the park

Here I’ve been

That babe in his babe’s car

And that boy chasing love or sex

Whatever destiny sends

In his brand new jaguar

Who am I? boy

I’m the man who gives you advice

About everything and even more

There must be at least one in every park

By day and night

And someday

I shall be as dry as the rat

That crossed the highway

Prematurely or too late

Or at the wrong place

Have a look around boy

Show me people

Here I’ve been them

Everyone of them my friend

At each age

I’ve never been a hero

But I think sometimes

This park should bear my name

And proudly display my statue

On a horse with a sword

VABM 7 January 2011
http://victor-bueno.blogspot.com/2011/01/dry-rat-at-park.html

Under the Orion’s belt

Under the Orion’s belt

Another year’s start

With its evaluations and plans

Like a peasant trying to forecast

Floods, wars, crops and Lord´s moods

I’m again below the Orion’s belt

Evaluating my last year’s performance

Begging for money to pay the cards

Trying to figurate what the stars

Will bring to me this year                               

That has just started

May love show its beautiful face

Or maybe death makes me loose the hand

Of another friend or the mine

I don’t believe I do control my destiny

At least not all of its triggers

Because I know

I’m just a peasant

A sand grain below the stars

The flour for the bread

The world’s leaders bake

I’m just a dime in the market

Another civil on the road to glory

And could be a casualty

In another war to bring justice

To this evil world

I’m praying for the people who lead us

Stay busy enough

Traveling and meeting at their nice places

That they have not enough time

To bake bread with my flour                

I’m not asking

They do the work

They are paid for

I’m praying God

No to call their attention

For the rest of the things

I’m in charge

Except maybe for earthquakes

Floods, hurricanes and a long dry

And of course a big stone coming from above

Wishing a happy 2011 to all of us

VABM Wednesday, January 05, 2011

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

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December 30, 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

The ones I’ve forgot

To Elizabeth Conte

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1013577995

http://elizabeth-lasvocesdelsilencio.blogspot.com

VABM 27 December 2010
http://victor-bueno.blogspot.com/2010/12/wows.html

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

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:

http://www.bookrix.com/-vbueno

http://www.bookrix.com/_title-en-victor-a-bueno-m-remolinos-de-tiempo

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

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/

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

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

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

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