My blood’s puddle

My blood’s puddle

I’m like a bird without nest

A flagless soldier

A king without reign

Then I can say

The whole planet

Is my residence

And because

I’m a boss to none

I’m everybody’s brother

Is so ephemeral and small

My blood’s puddle

I’m afraid

I can’t invite

People to drink

From it

Neither advice people

The danger

Of to be drawn in it

And since flags

Don’t tell anything

To me

I wouldn’t offer my blood

To stain flags

For any cause

I’m so honest

I can confess:

I do prefer instead:

To have: coffee, beer

Cigarettes and sex

With a beautiful partner

May she be

An already known love

Or somebody to be learned

VABM May 17, 2010

Half past three in the morning

Half past three in the morning

The beauty, the ugly

The love, the hate

The insect, the bird

And almost all

Of the mammals

Are…

Slumbering

Together but not mixed

I walk alone

My favorite sidewalk

Listening to the frog’s song

Remixed with the chants

Of police, ambulance and fireman

Car’s sirens

My city sleeps

What weird things?

Will come from

My word processor

With Greek translator

Online dictionary

Spell check

Grammar correction

And right click

Synonym and antonym suggestions

Please keep yourself

Subscript to this feed

Don’t miss anything

Don’t change of thread

Re-tweet at will

VABM May 15, 2010

Tree’s dreams

Tree’s dreams

All of the things on earth
Except at the poles
Play every day
Phases of light and darkness

To act and to rest
To veil and to sleep
To all of the living things
On earth’s surface

Is an almost round
Twelve hours cycle
More or less
I did say

Animals dream
Insects just slumber
But trees, my friend
What do them in the dark?

What do the city’s trees?
When the lights
Are turned off inside houses
But are shinning on the streets

When except the people
That haven’t found a diurnal job
Or the addicts to something
Everybody is snoozing

Well my friend
What is unknown for everybody
Is free to anyone interpretation
So I think trees by night have visions

What they see? I can’t imagine
But I’m sure they feel
And that they can saturate the air
With their feelings

I’m writing this
With my brand new laptop
With a zillion pixels
Under a mango tree

That is dreaming of planets
Of always shinning stars
Where the days are months
And years are almost nonstop

VABM May 14, 2010

Introduction

Introduction

I would love to say that what follows, is: normal life poetry, written by a quite normal man in his spare time.

Have been said :-)

Any way ¿what are: normal, life, poetry, man and time?

Well:

* If something is like you or your every day environment; it is normal.

* Trust me please, Poetry (Capitalized) is what you say it is, and it is not limited to writing.

* If you are not a clone, ask your parents in reference to the word: “Man”, it is good to know the two versions. If you are and also are male you are at a very special moment of your life if you don’t know the word. If you are a female clone, please don’t hate me.

* If you are not human, I’m glad you’re reading this. I’m sure you know more than me about the before mentioned word.

*And for the different kinds of “Time” and “Life” please ask your friendlier and faster teacher: the web. It is possible that some of the texts below appear, if you search for them in it.

And for the other questions, like:

¿Who am I?

My name is Víctor A. Bueno M. I’m Venezuelan, I was born at Colombia in 1959.

¿Why I have written this?

I want to be a very rich writer, and you know I’ve failed; any way I insist in writing because I’m unemployed and have a lot of spare time.

¿What I want to buy with your money?

A ticket to a south hemisphere city to see if it is true that toilet’s water turns on the contrary down there.

¿What’s in this for me?

I don’t know (IDK).

¿Why I’m reading this?

IDK. Please leave a comment or send me a message about.

¿What means “Flushing Time”?

It is the time an estuary needs to replace its water.

¿Why I’m using it as the title?

It sounded good to me; also I like to think that if life were liquid, my flushing time is equal to my life span.

¿Did you catch it?

I like to waste my unemployment time writing this kind of crap.

And by the way, ¿what is that stuff of the time spin?

Well, the subtitle is all that remains of the things I did try to write about déjà vu,time’s momentum and the things repeating.

Etc.

VABM May 12, 2010

The pale brown butterflies invasion

The pale brown butterflies invasion

A lot ago I did read a book

About human space explorers

Prisoners of an evil alien

Who kept them in a “psychedelic cage”

They didn’t feel trapped at all

They believed they still traveling

Around the “Infinite Space”

But feeling a little alone

Because everywhere they did go

Was also like the other places:

“Empty or beings capable of imagination”

So they insisted in the search for God:

“The easy to predict next step

After them

In evolution”

The book has a happy end

Because to take prisoners

Was unlawful on the aliens civilization

So the human explorers were freed

On the real space to play free

In the next books of the author

Today I’ve seen a guy

Using a broom to combat

The invasion of a lot of

Little pale brown butterflies

Flying, mating and dying around of

His house’s porch lamp

I’ve thought that maybe for the insects

During their ephemeral duration

The broom or the guy

Was their fate and destiny

The hand of the lord

VABM May 12, 2010

Inside corridors

Inside corridors

The somehow warmer

Yellow light

Of the incandescent electric bulbs

Was heating

The cool fluorescent white light

Coming out from the lamps

Inside apartments

I was at the stairways

Having my night’s last smoke

Before going to bedroom

Because

Smoking is not allowed

By my wife

At my home

I was thinking of nothing

That is when surprises happen

When I saw him

Normal-Man passed by my side

Tired as usual

Bored as always

Ever late

Going back home

How is it going Normal-Man?

I did ask

And he whispered:

Everything is normal man

Between fine and bad

VABM May 12, 2010

Dead end roads

Dead end roads

He believes in God

And trusts capital

He knows in his heart

This life

Is ruled by the principal

He’s sure

Trumpets will announce

The beginning of another time

The final one

But in the mean time

He works hard

So he just needs a glass:

Water is fine

Beer is great

Coffee is good

But aren’t essential

As are:

Shoe polish, jacket and tie

And a self confident man smile

The hook of the successful salesman

He advised me

To put the reverse

At dead end roads

Because the only thing

You cannot turn around

Is time

VABM May 11, 2010

Round ways

Round ways

Maybe somebody
Have seen today
The last three clouds
At my west horizon


Maybe my red sunset
Is a rose sunrise
For a poetess
Writing about
Those three clouds


Perhaps someday
We’ll meet
And be friends

! Oh Life!
What a nice surprises
You can provide

How round
Can be your ways
Sometimes

Justice
From time to time
Shows its clear face


And truth explodes
Under the fortifications of lies
When everybody
Is beginning to get comfortable


Bought by their ambitions
Trapped by the stomach
Or by the human need
To belong to any gang

Happiness happens sometimes

Para Lulu y Leo

VABM May 9, 2010

The dreams of my mom

The dreams of my mom

In a small city
Nearby
A big one

In a house
Where everything
Has a meaning
Purpose
End and origin

In a couch
By the side
Of a small garden

A woman dreams

I know it
Because the rivers
Of wind & water
Are still passing
As usual

Because time
Flows
By and large

When she stays no more
On her favorite home

When to reference
Her actions
People will need
To use
The past tense

The currents of water, air & time
Will still pass

But spinning around
The quite outstanding
Random rocks
Of reality

VABM May 9, 2010

Street’s lights by night

Street’s lights by night

-

-

The photons of the reflex

Of the green, yellow and red

Semaphore’s lights

Were splashing

Along with the raindrops

The asphalt of the street

When the car did hit me

Throwing me unconscious

Below the park’s bank

Near the not quite dead

Sleeping drunk man

-
-

The vampire waked up us both

-
-

Too much TV

Too much solitude

Too much books to read

May be boredom

Have made his brain of cheese

His meat was soft

As the soft in software

His nails and teeth were fragile

His age advanced

Unlike his knowledge

Of the street fight rules set

-
-

Teeth against knives and kicks

-
-

He tried and failed

To mesmerize us

Impress us with his linage

His culture

And his foreign accent

But the rules of street fight

Mandates death At this repulsive cases

Of literary madness excess

-
-

On his red eyes

The streets lights left stamped

His disgust for our uncivilized ways

VABM May 8, 2010

Happiness is real

Happiness is real

Happiness
At least my case
Is seaside
By night
In front of sea & outer space
At the back of a world
Where properties
Are based on
The daily scam

Exploring the infinite possibilities
And usually
Customary probabilities
Of the mine
And my sons’
Private Ocean
That roars
With laughter inside
Of my beloved one’s womb

VABM May 7, 2010

Like a tree’s leaf

Like a tree’s leaf

Sometimes I’ve felt myself trapped
Out of place, prisoner of distance and speed
Of circumstances and location on time and space
Like a tree’s leaf in a spider’s web

But what is the right place for a tree’s leaf
After it have left its branch on the tree
Pulled by the wind or by other means
And what is the right time for it to leave

Does the leaf dream of soil?
Or asks for more branch connection time?
Or demands softer winds?
I think nobody can really answer this

I’ve foreseen easy to evade tragedies
But the actors and actresses
Who played
Me included

Were trapped
By a system, a way of life, a script
That kept us captivated
As a leaf floating on the wind

VABM May 5, 2010

The mangoes on my roof

The mangoes on my roof

Mangoes make me insane

Because they’re always falling on my head

Some of them making noisy beats

Other gliding easy the night breeze

If you have a look under my hood

You’ll find only mango leaves and twigs

And the fruits

At every ripening stage

Some of them sweet and red

Others already passed

And the rest still green

And hard to palate

If you ask me about the oil price

Or who the good ones were

On the previous war

Or if the drugs traffic lanes are safe

I can’t tell

I even can’t tell the name

Of my ex-wife new husband

Or the city my sons are living now

Or why I can’t stay employed

More than three paydays

Because as you may suppose

I’m living under a mango tree

Enjoying good times

Thanking god watermelon plants

Are vines

VABM May 1, 2010

The preacher

The moon isn’t in this photo

The preacher

He always has at hand
THE BOOK
You know

The one written by GOD
His word
The complete story of his works

Everything is quite simple:
If it is said on it
It is law

If it don’t
Is free
To human interpretation

He thinks
I’m one of his sons
One of his flock

He really cares for
My soul
Here and afterwards

Because he wants to play harp
On white clouds
With his lambs

I’ve showed him the moon
And he showed me a flower
And told me without hesitation

Not to ask weird questions
To focus my mind
On EARTH

The main floor of everything
What really matters
To whom you now know

VABM 25-Apr-10

My favorite pill

My favorite pill

If you’re sad
There is a pill
That can make you glad


If you can’t sleep
There are different kinds of pills
For different kind of dreams


There are a lot of pills
For the endless dream
And one to wake up


But you must use them
At the right time
And the correct amount


I’m fifty
I’m a little skeptic
So I did a test


I did swallow it
And waited
For the same thirst


That at eighteen
Made me to wait in a row
To waste my savings


In a quick recreation
Of some of the processes
Of humans reproduction


In vane I did wait
So I did duplicate the dose
Without noticeable results


I came back home
A little sad
Missing the old times


But I use to cure
This kind of gloom
With plain booze


So in the way
I did sip inside me
An imprudent alcohol amount


The before mentioned pill
Did its work at three a. m.
When I was sleeping at home


I do live now alone
And I’m a little wary now
To leave home at that hour


May be I was overdosed
Because the infamous pill
Make me to play again


My favorite game
When I was twelve
And needed not company at all

VABM April 25, 2010

She Moon

She Moon

Moon have been always above

People who like to think

She’s made of cheese

That she’s a calendar, a clock

People have tried to conquer it

Others have begged her for

A lot of strange favors

And asked her a lot weird questions

She isn’t a rock, but also isn’t a planet

All what she does is to make waves

Inside water, inside yours and the ocean

She plays games with women and insane poets

She’s also a mirror

That reflects sunlight

The more immediate step

In the abyss of space

The closest witness

Of the blue-green life miracle

And of the human’s footprints

On the earth’s surface

VABM 23 April 2010

Birds traveling chants

Woodpecker nest

Birds traveling chants

A flock of oceanic birds
Have passed flying in the night
Above where I was

Like with crowded planes
Like with commuter trains at sunset
I’ve felt the air loaded with impatience

Guided perhaps
By the stars
Or the earth’s magnetic field

Their traveling chants
To keep together the pack
Told me stories

Of warmer waters and lands
Lots of good food
And nests packed with eggs

About the urge to mate
When Mother Nature mandates
And one is urged

About how little sunny days last
When you’re busy
With DNA recombination tasks

And about how insignificant
Other’s problems and lives are
When you’re building

Your very own house
With your other half
Guided by Mother Nature hands

How predictable the results are
When she commands
And you can and want

This night I’ve heard
The announce of new lives
Mixed with the birds traveling chants

While I was waiting
In the night
For inspiration to write

VABM April 21, 2010

My time slice

My time slice

Today’s fading light
Is painting
Yellow and red haze
On my west

Sun is now
Above Ocean
Making pink sunrises
Over the pacific islands

Moon, Venus and Sun
Are aligned
Silently rotating orbits
Synchronized

So please tell me
Mr. Time
What happened
With my today’s slice

It seems to me
That my share
Of today’s time
Was too undersized

So if you agree
Give me tomorrow
A bigger slice
Of sunny light

Please give me more
Of the thing
That makes things
Happen sequentially

VABM Friday, April 16, 2010

No man’s spaces

No man’s spaces

At the beach
In front of open sea

Inside a moonless night
Looking at the deep space

Every point of light
Being a star

A sun with planets
With life

I’ve cried for space sails
Sea still is a no man’s space

I guess that even at nuke subs
One can find oars and sails

VABM March 9, 2010