The problem with me II

The problem with me II

As you now
May know

The problem
With me

Is the same
Of mother ocean

That will never resist
A full moon pull

Of all of her truths
And convictions

Over a golden sunset
Flooded

With black birds
Flying back home

VABM December 30, 2009

Traduzione italiana di Andrea Montoli

Life’s Time Dimes

Life’s Time Dimes

I’ve spent today’s
Life’s time dimes

Cautiously

With rubber checks

As flexible as
The wings
Of the parrot’s couples

That crosses
The bronze sunsets

At my home
Now

VABM December 29, 2009

Traduzione italiana di Andrea Montoli

The things I’ve been

The things I’ve been

I have been
A lot of things

During my small,
In Space & Time, life:

The warm meat
At Diablo’s pass

A love call
Echoing between mountains

The one poisoned
Of stupidity’s potion

Claiming for
Illumination

Underneath
Rose cotton clouds

One of three mice
Drowned on a chocolate bowl

That was instead
Depilatory wax

And a lot of things
I’m ashamed to confess now

VABM December 28, 2009

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The day I declared love

The day I declared love

Another one of master Zhon:

One day sunrays were drilling
Oriented light wells
Through a threadbare cloud’s rag

From 183 to 357 degrees
Across sunset

One day a cutie black dog
Crossed unpunished the highway
After committed one or two mistakes

On both channels

That day I declared love
Against: Minerals, veggies, animals,
Humans, machines, drones, cyborgs and robots

And over all: You

VABM 26-Dec-09

Traduzione italiana di Andrea Montoli

December offering

December offering

This year best grain
The seeds of the next year fruits

Tangerines
Cinnamon
And honey
Are burning too

They are yours
Soil and sun twins

Another December have come
And we must to thank you

VABM December 22, 2009

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Color equations II

Color equations II

Some day’s ends
Are just red

Some have the full specter:
Green, blue, yellow, pink and red

Gray at the begin
Dark at the end

Some life’s ends
Are just pain

Some life’s begins
Are deep green

The cumulative effect
Of all of the day’s ends
And lives´ starts

I’ve witnessed

In my soul

It’s what I’ve tried
To write
At this place

VABM 19-Dec-09

Traduzione italiana di Andrea Montoli

Energy

Energy

It is the year of the lord
Two thousand
And no more

The stars were
Just the continuation
Of mountain lights

DNA kept propagating and diverging
As usual
On beds
Even on dry river beds

And master zhon wrote:
“Energy Itself
Does not exist
Except as a God
In my imagination”

VABM 16-Dec-09

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Under Canis minor

Under Canis minor

I am a dog
But I always walk
With my tail raised up

Because you:
“The owner of the link
Where the truth pass through”

In a cloudless sky night
Inhabits a dirty spot
Under canis minor

And you’ll never know why

VABM December 15, 2009

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Color equations

About bush and wildfire:

Green + Wind = Brown
Brown + Fire = Black
Black + Rain = Green

VABM December 14, 2009

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Boreas

Boreas

North wind has arrived
Shivering this decrepit year
Makeup its wrinkles
Paint black its gray
Promising us merrymaking

Spring love battles
Autumn’s relaxation
Summer fruits of passion
Are now inside icicles
Snow dust covered

May the earth next year
Pass through another space region
Under more benefic constellations
May the cosmos give us
Better times

VABM 12-Dec-09

Traduzione italiana di Andrea Montoli

Santa’s place

Santa’s place

I guess this is the appropriate time
To confess I’ve searching my whole life
The multicolor and intermittent lights
That illuminate the world’s top
At yearend at a place where cold
Cannot go deeper inside bones
Without passing to the other side

So absorbing is my searching
That I haven´t found time
To accumulate nothing

While I’m writing this
I’m surprised how easy
I’ve denied myself my love share
While searching for Santa’s place
Inside city’s guts & marrow bone

Maybe I didn’t love her enough

VABM Dec. 6, 09

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Under a Van Gogh drawn storm

Under a Van Gogh drawn storm

One day, when moon was the same white of clouds
And time was passing slower than usual
Besides a very special mountain
Not so far from ocean

I gave myself a chance to be as normal as tragedy
As real as water viscosity
As silent as earth rotations
And as ephemeral and persistent as life

That day, exactly at the moment someone ignited the public lights
I realized, I’ll never find the “Real” truth behind walls
Neither the one inside their steel nerves
After that day, I’ll use to say, I did begin to live

So dear reader, don’t be too demanding with me
Because I’m a baby, just one night old

VABM November 29, 2009

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Good bye

Good bye

The chemical dye
Of the almost plastic
Imported oranges

Was also coloring the clouds
With the similar reddish tone
Of the chirurgical cotton yarn

That was being wasted
Besides my last cradle

That color
Is the same
Of the misty forest fires

I was dying

In fact I did it twice

VABM November 18, 2009

Traduzione italiana di Andrea Montoli

THE inequality of love

THE inequality of love

You know?
A few moments ago
In a small & young planet
Below white & black water clouds
And their infinite color combinations
Somebody have discovered again:
! The inequality of love!

It’s quite simple:
1 + 1 > 2

You know?
I’m witnessing
Another sugarcane crop

You know?
I’m inside pollen clouds
Claiming for you:
THE LUV

Would you ever be aware of this?
You and me
Surely gives more
Than the sum
Of the two of both

VABM November 16, 2009

Water and Blood

Water and Blood

May be you’re familiar with this:

• Enemy’s obliteration
• We against them
• The sweet smell
o Of the burning flesh

• The easy going to hell
o Of the horrible beasts
o We’ve just fought

• And the justice
o In the tear drops
o Of the sons
o Of the overcomed

May be you don’t know
Command is a perversion
As the one of the sissies

That’s because you’ll be
Another not so innocent victim
Of a command mistake

But please think about this:
Highway dogs
Have evolved
Now they are
Creatures of the night

Now let me submit this
To your consideration:

Is a three stanzas
642 years old poem
I’m in love:

The rhythmic steps
On the infinite sand
I’m commanding to obliteration
Are all mine

Sand + blood = dust
Water + rock = dust
Dust + water = blood

Water and blood = I don´t know
But water with time dissolves all

VABM November 13, 2009

Med Love

Med Love

I‘m throwing empty cans
To a dry creek bed
Thinking of you

You know
I am also the father
Of that boy
Who crosses the motorway
In love

And the one
Of that girl
Who is sharing her love
With the whole world

I’m thinking
About Med life
And about all of the simulations
Of TV life

We have made
Together or not
On a lot of three hours
And aluminum sail hotels

VABM November 11, 2009

DNA Replication Toolkit

DNA Replication Toolkit

If you still believe in love
And in freedom of choice

If you still think nature
With few interruptions
Is outside us

Please let me to obtain
Your attention:

¿Have you ever considered
You are a particle
Of a toy?

¿What happens
If someone is programming
The DNA replication toolkit?


So let us be humble
So let us beg the lord:

! Please use the security features
Of the sandbox!

VABM November 10, 2009

I’m not guilty

I’m not guilty

I’m seeing
The city night lights
Shimmering on the window glass
By my side

! And none of them is mine!

I’ve passed through the messy confusion
Of a rainy early evening
And not a single rain drop
Was due to my actions or omissions

So let make this clear:
! I’m not guilty!

So fuck the whole world
I’m a happy survivor
Deserving a superb dinner

VABM November 9, 2009

Burning clouds

Burning clouds

I know you’re below
The rose and gold flames
Of the burning clouds
Of today’s sunset

I don’t need to be there
To know you’re thinking
I’m below the murky clouds
Of today’s ill-omened darkness

I.M.H.O.:

Those who study the shape
Of the expanding universe
And the curved light
At its edge

Should also investigate
Simultaneously feelings
And its effects
On guts and spirit

Those who read this and think
I’m writing about cloud’s fires
Because I’m overdosed on booze
Will be right as some political parties

Because in fact
During this day’s end
I’ve been quite below
My usual bloody alcohol level

VABM November 4, 2009

To you, hope you like it :-)

And yet another stupid love poem

And yet another stupid love poem

Since I bade you farewell
There’s a big & red scare
Of deceased flesh
Flattened in my chest
Like a highway dead snake

¿Would you please
Come back to me again?
So the future can be
As those times

When both crept pursued
Our ambitions and interests together
Preparing ourselves for the next
Applied love workshop examination

I’m talking about
Before our common projects
Were over weighted
By our individual interests

Let me come back again babe
Let us pass together
All of the applied love workshop
Experiments and examinations

Let us obtain at least
The sufficiency grade
In the lab of connivance
And in all of the other tests
May God, nature or the government
Be pleased to send us

Come on babe
Let us turn into a habit
Our entire cosmic love allocation

VABM October 31, 2009

Politicians Know

Politicians Know

They know what is good for all of us
And the perfect equilibrium
Between the amount of enemies
And own sons
To sacrifice to the war’s God

They know how many bridges to blow
To get to the construction ministry’s job
You applied
And didn’t obtain an interview call

They belong to the society’s top layer
Or will belong pretty soon
If you leave them alone
To do their work

Some people think “The Business”
Is oil, defense, finance, food or construction
But all of the other business
Sales, investments and so on
Depend on politic decisions

Their not so secret
Massive destruction means
Are so effective because

No matter what you feel or judge

We’re all specialized insects
Searching for a place
In an already occupied honeycomb

Poets, actors and news writers
Sing at every moment
Politicians’ love songs

So when politicians answer your email
Were the former who already
Have commented your blog posts

VABM Thursday, October 29, 2009

Void’s Pull

Void’s Pull

It also could be called instead:

Opportunity implosion
Attraction for the unknown
Boredom with liberty

Disregard for freedom
Shared irresponsibility
Dissatisfaction with actuality

Soles itching
Search for the seeds random mutations
Pollen-Bee team work

Fruit-seed confabulation
Desire or…
Love

But I guess
We can afford
A double ticket

To the easy to desire
Hard to obtain
Hopefully distant

Also in the time
Not too far apart graves
Together

Trough the ever changing meadows
Of life’s river
To the shifting light of ocean

VABM October 28, 2009

My shooting star

My shooting star

A fraction of a second
Lighted my shooting star
While crossed from west to east
One of my nights

Ephemeral
Almost unnoticed
Only for few ones
Important

That’s my point
Shooting stars’ and
Human’s time scales
Are ridiculously small

Shooting stars belong
To the first who see them
And is customary
To ask for a desire

So please little flash
Give me more lighting time
Or more light
Or at least more time

VABM October 27, 2009

The luminous man

The luminous man

Strange clouds
Shaped like smoke rings
And the top
Of palm trees

It is foreseen
Will announce the arrival
Of the luminous man
From the stars

The fourth man
Who will only eat
One meat:
The one of the third man

And that only
On special occasions
Like the pijiguao(1)
Harvesting time

About the final man
It is said that
They will don’t need to walk
Across the bush or streams

Because machines
Will walk for them
And that woman and men
Will be the same on strength

I’m just translating
What I’ve been told
This is just another of
The native legends

I really do love
Being as I am
A quite common
Specimen of the third man


(1)Bactris gasipaes

VABM October 26, 2009

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Four stars

Four stars

Thirty five years ago
When I was fifteen

One night
Seeing the same four stars
I’m seeing now
At the south

I ended childhood
With the same feeling
Soon I will end youth

I smell change
But anxiety
Don´t cause me
To lose sleep

Any way
I’ve seen
Not without envy
On some grown olds

The calluses that protect
Too sensible skins

And the pious cataracts
That prevent glare
From glorious foolish

Even more
I’m beginning to enjoy love
Without the rush of desire

You know
Sometimes generals
Say they miss freshman times

But I think that
None of them have ever
Returned any star

VABM Sunday, October 25, 2009

Sky’s blue

Sky’s blue

I’ve shot
With my phone’s cam
Today´s cloudless sky

Trying to obtain
The sky’s blue

I’m using the photo
As the watermark
Of this doc

As you can see
It’s a sort of gray

May be
It’s due to overexposure
I’m not sure


But in instruments
We do trust

So being objective:
Grey is today’s
Sky’s blue

VABM Sunday, October 25, 2009

Electric Man

Electric Man

Alternate waves
Of electrons
Keep going
Through the cables
To the bulbs
Producing photons
That impact
My retina
That sends
More electrons
To my brain
To me, see
The public lights
That light
My way
From my house
And may way back
Because I’m an:

VABM October 24, 2009

Happiness mechanics

Happiness mechanics

As may know happiness occurs in quanta
And have some random qualities
You are or not happy
There are no medium grades

Happiness is always ahead
O have passed
That’s because some people think
It doesn’t occurs in the now
That is an imaginary line in time
Imaginary as are all of the lines
But happiness is real

Happiness is quite easy
You don’t need to know physics
To use electricity

Happiness can be a car
Or a plaster lion
On a unused veranda

Or a street
Where you can walk
In the mid of the night

Or boy on a bike
Or a boy
Or a bike

Happiness can be a seedless date
Or a date

The people who discovered my homeland
Before some of my ancestors rediscovered it
I’m sure had a great poet


Because for us here
Is normal to talk about
The happiness’ butterfly

That flies over the next thing
That will bring happiness
To the fortunate ones

VABM Saturday, October 24, 2009

Flags

Flags

I’ve been drinking
Since lunch time
And now is the supper’s one

So with my powerful
Friday’s night double sight
Will begin analyze

The things that torment
Normal minds
For example: Flags

They mark the end
And the start
Of planet’s parts

They signal races’
Ends and starts

They remark anti globalism
On hotels and restaurants

On ships they remind us
Where the owners
Don´t pay any tax

On plagues
On accidents
On sports
On funerals
On military camps
Is easy to find flags
Also in the office
Of the big wo/man

So this fills my blog’s
Weekly post
Next Friday will touch
The matter of the instant

VABM Friday, October 23, 2009

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Wolf’s legacy

Wolf’s legacy

A dog I know
Shakes cooked food
Taken from my hand
As wolfs shake
Rabbits by the neck

And tamp floor tiles
To prepare its bed
Remembering the times
Her grand grand grand pa wolf
Slept on the bare ground

While I’m writing this
I’m wondering about
What I’m repeating
Now useless
From my grand grand grand pa ape


In the fluorescent labyrinths
Highway jam ultrared sunsets
Predawn goodbyes
And alcohol flooded breaks
I spend my dimes of time

Candidates occurring to me now are:
My jealousy comedies
When I fall in love
And the gang rules
I use to call friendship

But as you may know
I’m not an expert
I’m just another blogger
Waiting for comments
In the jungle of the web

VABM Thursday, October 22, 2009

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Space machine

Space machine

Today’s last bird
Has flown
Inside the sky’s realm
Where night dictates
Its obscure truth

I was thinking about you
And the number of sand grains
On our planet
And the one of stars

Now I’m bored as usual
But surrounded by
The stupid beasts
Who own the debt

Of my beautiful
Two hundred thousand dollars
Time glide
Space machine

That has not guaranty
At all
Against third party costs

VABM October 21, 2009

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In & Outside

In & Outside

I’m quite normal
But I like to try to write about
Stuff like this:

A madame
Who tinctures her hair black
To invite me
In & out of her
One of these nights

But I’m older than her
In & outside

The things
That doesn't occurs to me
When looking
At this border of
A crystal starry night:

The normal view
Of the normal universe

All about the faces
Strange and hostile
You can pass by
In & outside the metro
On a payday Friday

And some other things
I’m afraid
I’m too shy
To confess
I’ve tried to write about

VABM Friday, October 16, 2009

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The trick to be called from human-resources.com

The trick to be called from human-resources.com

Here I go alone
Confronting the word processor
To try to describe how
Clouds vanish in the void

Every sunset
When sunlight goes
To a warmer & nicer place
Of the stupid planet

Or how they come
Out of unreality
When rain passes away
To another more unfortunate location

Following the designs of god
Or about the click
On the money counting machines
That can make you rich

I mean: All about how
You can never be reached about
The dream job, you’ve just saw
On http://wwww.human-resources.com

VABM October 8, 2009

Taken near the book of Baruch

Taken near the book of Baruch

I did view it all:
When the old man
Was asked about his desires
He just asked for food for his dog,
Water and a place to sleep for the both
In the musical accent of the angels.
Being him aged, slim & small
Filled the room with
A kind of power

Each one of us were afraid of him & his inform
Hospitality isn’t the name of the service
Deserved to the ones who work
On God’s missions & inform
Results directly to God
So none of us delayed them
Neither showed knowledge of it
The old man drank & slept but didn’t eat
The dog played games with our dogs until dawn

It occurs to me now
That maybe the dog
Was also commissioned
But ¿who am I to ask
So stupid questions?

VABM October 5, 2009