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

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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

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

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

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

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

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