Memento mori

Memento mori

So unreal and synthetic

But magical and natural

Every humble act of art

Everybody must work hard

Trying to find nature’s eyes

And it’s pure mind and time

VABM December 7, 2013

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You’re my mess

You’re my mess

All of the toilet paper is wet

My bathroom isn’t an ash tray  

Elia says:

You’re my mess

Now I’m on the way

To find us a dessert

The finest pineapple of world

My beloved one, deserves that

Somewhere in the internet

Somebody plays

Leonard Cohen’s “I’m your man”

I’m that one

Clumsy and shy atheistic wiccan

In my Facebook you can learn

Poor because free

Pre Taoist indeed

For Elia

VABM Sunday, December 01, 2013

The Bougainville’s call

The Bougainville’s call

Some no breeze summer nights

I’ve heard the Bougainville’s call

Below moon and stars

Inside the nigh fragrance

They claim for more of it

And they want it !just now!

Para Elia

VABM Sunday, November 03, 2013

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Electric Flower

Electric Flower

In the storm

An electric flower

Thinks on

A paradox of time:

Passing stars

With eternal light

VABM September 2, 2013

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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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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

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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

VABM Thursday, September 29, 2011
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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

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VABM Thursday, September 29, 2011

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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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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

VABM September 19, 2011
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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

VABM September 2, 2011


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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

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?

VABM Wednesday, August 17, 2011


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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                                       

VABM August 15, 2011


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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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