To compare the mother sea against a bubble and against all of her foam. To even talk about the sand and ice of the dark seas of nebulae. To confess the curative effects of beer on my feelings about my reasons to be. If there is one, and about my performance or my lack of. To tell my love I’m still in love and always will be, normal interruptions in between. This blog is for
viernes, 17 de enero de 2014
Sun 5
Sun 5
Because this city is not a beehive
And no human knows really a single byte
Of what matters the most
That is: Purpose and destination
And the complete universe leaves us behind
At the speed of the light
Every single instant
But it still remains
Because very few know really
Where the money comes from
But the majority still
Adores the golden calf
It is valid to say
That we live in the sun 5.
Looking at the past
And its unfinished animals
I’m sure someday
A pretty beautiful beast
Will decree the sun 6
But I’m afraid of that time
I hope they too find the way
To live as we do
Busy as an ant
Under a single star
VABM Wednesday, April 08, 2009
sábado, 11 de enero de 2014
domingo, 29 de diciembre de 2013
Shining pebble
sábado, 28 de diciembre de 2013
And I left him laughing
hard
And The Master asked:
Where you would like to be now?
And I said:
Here
With whom?
Only with you
And what you would like to make with me?
Just to be by your side
Are you hungry, thirsty, angry, or
expecting something?
No I’m fine
How’s weather?
Superb
So you are happy?
Yes I am
So it is time for you to leave me
now
Good by
VABM December 28, 2013
miércoles, 25 de diciembre de 2013
Theeee evolutionary history of my life
Theeee evolutionary history of my life
First came THE proteeeeeins
And then…
Viruses became reality
And then...
! It was... life!
So you came again
As always you do …
My beloved one
Saying again:
“Only when life´s good…”
In another gray day of my life
You THE love of mine
Became again…
!Mine!
One thousand years after
We first met in the front of…
Another river
Of my life
To Elia again
VABM Sunday, December 22, 2013
sábado, 14 de diciembre de 2013
Inside time
Inside time
To bring back home light
She wants
But it loves to play outside
And to invent life
VABM Saturday,
December 14, 2013
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sábado, 7 de diciembre de 2013
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
jueves, 5 de diciembre de 2013
miércoles, 4 de diciembre de 2013
domingo, 1 de diciembre de 2013
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
domingo, 3 de noviembre de 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
viernes, 4 de octubre de 2013
Blood stained stones
After all
We’re briefly here
Just to stain with blood
Some river banks stones
Water dissolves all
Even rocks
Taken from Li
Tao Po´s “Speech about rivers”
VABM Friday, October 04, 2013
jueves, 19 de septiembre de 2013
Unformed seed
Unformed seed
Far from THE sea
By the side of…
Another busy street
An aborted seed
Is having a fantasy about…
Oceans of milk
But for those who think
Life is but a dream
Universe has a nasty
disbelief…
Salty, milky and sweet
The sea can be.
And like time…
It also kills
With efficient, effective
And relentless skills
Caoba
fruit (Swietenia macrophylla)
Parque
los Caobos, Caracas, RB de Venezuela
martes, 3 de septiembre de 2013
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
viernes, 26 de julio de 2013
Black dog
Black dog
Wandering
alone
City
streets
As I do
Please give
me a clue
Because I’m
hurt too
VABM Friday, July 26, 2013
martes, 14 de mayo de 2013
Five inches below world
Five inches below world
space's too deep
oceans, wells and rivers too
oceans, wells and rivers too
for me five inches is enough
if you could see me
happily drowned in a river of blood
trying to send the real me
to the other side of the river of time
you would agree with me
VABM May-13-2013
martes, 7 de mayo de 2013
Highway Pass
Highway Pass
And under the yellow glow
Of the coldest moon
He had ever felt
A continuos row of cars
Was fighting for their pass
Inside straight lines
Of incandescent lights
So that's the way the world is
He thought. Big but small
For every kind of critter a home
For me living here is a torture
Everybody think the place they live
Is the center of the world
And above him airplanes
Were moving people and cargo
Across the air routes
Afterwards he would never forget
VABM Abril 7, 2013
Airport Parking Lot
By zharth
viernes, 12 de abril de 2013
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
sábado, 17 de noviembre de 2012
Lights
Lights
Bugs come and go
From and to darkness
Visible to me their erratic fly
Just for an instant
By the side of the bonfire
Is confortable and warm
And I'm trying to guess why:
Mating? feeding? playing?
Exploring a new star?
You know: "bugs love lights"
Even Goethe at his deathbed
Asked for more of them
What a pitty
Sunlight is so disperse
After down I shall see
Of what skylarks feed
VABM 17/11/2012
miércoles, 7 de noviembre de 2012
To The Next One
To The Next One
One starless friday's night
I did realize that my life
is mainly made of too late arrivals
and of false starts
Oh God how plenty of supplies you are!
I'm just another excess
that overpopulates another pack of your pets
The kind of things you ussually throw along with dice
That clumsy animal always out of tune with time
I'm seeing a flock of skylarks
feeding from a stream of butterflies
I'm dreaming of the next animal
who will sail the currents of time
Iridiscent and silent their ships jumping stars
The tang of our meat they may dislike
while carrying in their brains
the quiet fatalism of a butterfly
that flies in a hurricane
VABM 11/NOV/12
viernes, 16 de marzo de 2012
Milk, water, sap & blood
Milk, water, sap & blood
Blood in the water
Salty & fresh blood
Blood tinted sunrises and sunsets
Blood in the air
Blood in the rain
Hurricanes of blood
Blood on fire & ice
Smoke of blod
Erupting volcanos of blood
Blood all over the earth
mine or from someone else.
In love, business & war
We're all in the bloody business of blood
Because every thing that lives
is the product of:
Convergent...
Streams...
Of blood
Murky & transparent
White, blue, green & red
Iridiscent BLOOD
To Erwin
a.k.a SS HMDLV
VABM 03-16-2012
lunes, 3 de octubre de 2011
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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