About entropy and life

About entropy and life

Trees grow & fall

Seasons recap

Rivers pass

Clouds rain back





Stars im/explode

Light dims & decays

Goodbye and adios

Exist for good reasons

 

Those who have died

Will never come back

We call it: individuals’ entropy

Another process of life

VABM April 10, 2011
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The repeating sign

The repeating sign

The flower of a common tree
During spring
Until earlier boreal summertime
Repeats some of the infinite possible steps
Of the fractal of the repeating sign


Also a crystal
And a parasite
f some sea mammals
Also commonly found
Below the bottom of boats


It isn´t a cross
People of the new religion
Use it to show comrades
Their faith or better said:

Their lack off

VABM April 10, 2011
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The new sacred book

The new sacred book

Inside & across
The busy streets
Into the labyrinth of corridors
Keen on this uniform unreality

There is a smoke
With an almost imperceptible odor of
A new religion
Without immortals

With new sacred ones:

The ones who comment or add
More articles
To the new sacred book

That is always updated
To our latest
Experiments confirmed
Perception of reality                                                                  

VABM April 9, 2011

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Generations

Generations

Across the fibers
Through the cables
Of the www

At the speed of light
Is propagating
A new religion


That disbelieves resurrection
But with a perennial celebration
And with an endless love for love


In it
Life after life is
What we add


And stays
At least
Two generations more


To our son’s genetic code
Or to any art, science,
Sport or occupation

VABM April 8, 2011

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Sand grains

Sand grains

Some people says
We’re just
A common kind
Of virus
That swims
A vapor of the mouth
Above the smallest
Sand grain
Of the desert




I’m not in accord
While sand storms
Blow through
The Milky Way




Because I think
I’m a virus
But of the kind that writes
Poems & computer viruses
And maybe some day
Real viruses & real life

VABM March 31, 2011
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Ocean end

Ocean end

The city I live in


And also suffer


Between weekends


Have a lot of places


To go to the beach






Near the airport


They’re too crowded






By the seaport


They’re too polluted






But if you go further


After the rich’s


Houses by the sea






You’ll find ocean end


Please don´t ask me


About what it means


Because it is only the name


For a place so windy


Only the craziest surfers surf


The most bored fishers fish


And of course


Only the stupidest swimmers swim






Any way


If you go there


I think


You’ll in accord with me


That it is the better place to see


That strange kind of human beings:


These who like to see the sea






I like to see them


Smoking different kinds of herbs


And chemical things


Drinking alcoholic and not drinks


Alone in the multitude of sea seers


Too deep inside meditation


To notice you






You can make love in front of them


Without being noticed


By them:


The “sea seers of ocean end”


Because they’re always waiting


For the newest mood and color


Of “THE THING”

VABM March 17, 2011


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Dollar shaped scares

Dollar shaped scares

Mark my back

And my chest

With the sign of Satan

Even if I’m unemployed

Because I’m accomplice

Of a system that exploit

Humiliate and destroy

Innocent and beautiful

Living beings

VABM February 25, 2011

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Multilevel condo

Multilevel condo

Lower

The deepest worm

That finds food

In the corpses of all of the dead

The rivers drop

On the ocean floor

Higher

The highest wing

In its pole to pole yearly trip

Flying while sleep

Dreaming of a beach

Where the sun never sink

And above

In the nebulae sand storms

And between galaxies

In the void

If there is one

I just can´t imagine

A superior animal

Above the jellyfish

That the Annew people call

“The cell of God”

VABM February 25, 2011
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The king of fishes

The king of fishes

Deep swims the king of fishes

In the darkest part of the oceanic night

So far from the shores

Immune to hurricanes

Ignorant of lines, hooks, rods & men

In the same way

Its oily flesh, white skin and blind eyes

Its cartilages and teeth

Belong to another world

That is not intended for us

Some nights I’ve heard its song

When the wind and the surface of the sea

Were calmed enough

To allow its cavernous voice

To pass across           

Please don´t ask me  

Why I could know?

But IMHO

It was dreaming of being and fishing for joy

As were almost all of us

VABM February 23, 2011
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The dream of the catfish

The dream of the catfish

My childhood smells like guava
Like milk guava
Like red guava
Like sour guava from Cartago*


My childhood smells like dung
Like turd and like cow
Like ripened badeas and curubas
Like rawhide, cornmeal, sweet cream and milk

My childhood feels
Like a permanent surprise
Like a cold dread at the river
Like a happy trip to Nevado del Ruiz


My childhood is the story of a catfish
That dreams of a boy
Who will always try to catch it
Each time him returns in dreams to Cartago


In a pond with lots of turtles, herons, mosquitoes and mud
But he will never do it
Because his nylon always breaks
Or because he is waked up to another strange world

As I write this
I can imagine the Catfish dreaming
Under the aquatic lilies
Above the mud


Under the last sunlight of today
At the end of twilight
Gobbling the tilapias
That are dreaming of it

*Cartago. Valle. Colombia
http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cartago_(Valle_del_Cauca
http://www.cartago.gov.co/ 
http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nevado_del_Ruiz

VABM 2.6.2011

Translation of my poem “El sueño del bagre”

http://vbueno.wordpress.com/2011/02/07/el-sueno-del-bagre/

Chirps

Chirps

On a leafless tree

! Not yet!! Not yet!

A lonely bird tweets

And flies away

For the spring to bring

Its soft & warm things

The sun and God

Still are remiss                                                 

What about me?

Where my nest is?

Where I want to live?

I did think

                                    

How can I escape

From this mesh, web or cage?

Those are inside & around me

Always confining me

Like fortune, God or destiny

Trying to sing like an angel

But chirping indeed

Dragging myself along instead

                                                                                     

VABM January 18, 2011
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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
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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