Showing posts with label English. Show all posts
Showing posts with label English. Show all posts

Thursday, November 15, 2012

And as the universe goes
Round and round
So do our minds
And our bodies
And our wretched ways
So do our loves
And our times
And our spaces
So do our voices
And our stories
And our looks
So do our friendships
And our comings
And our goings
So do our somethings
And our nothings
And our maybes

So do we
As totalities
And continuities
And round as it goes
We bring along
All the debris
And all the smiles
And as you can see
Nothing remains carved
In flux aeterna
We shall exist!

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Scenes of a club IV – Insomnia

I see you
The great Observer
Lost in a kiss
Without tomorrow
I am
Self appointed guardian
Someone needs to pay attention
I observe
Record
But never interfere…

Have you ever been touched?
No, really
Has anyone ever reached in your soul?
Grabbed a piece of it
Has anyone ever really kissed you?

I exist
In photos
Of others
New reality
Non reality
Mediated technology
Zero
Zero
One

The music
The rhythm
The sound that turns the brain
Mashed potatoes
Throbbing bodies
Pulsating lights
Smokescreen
Zero
Zero
One

Some people just can’t take a hint
Others are just late
Some people are just like octopuses
They need space to stretch
Others ache to be touched
And yet they remain poor
How out of nothingness to create life?
Human connection
I have nothing to say
I feel nothing to say
Yet I have so much
Yet the excitement rises
Stay calm…

Thursday, November 01, 2012

Tolstoy’s Heroine

Almost red
            Your thin, delicate hair dyed fiery
Nod of a head
            And your long, eerie fingers of a spirit
Night of today
            You sat besides me and smiled
A smile more
            Just one more smile

Another glimpse, of a chance
No bars to see you
No hurdle
Another glimpse of your smile.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Scenes of a Club III – Tu Es Petrus

Somewhere,
Rainy island
The shepherd teaches

Memory denounced in the colors
Beside, a Palm-tree – plastic
Underneath however
Shadow of electronic diodes
Baal gathers his flock

Under the shadow of the Shepherd
Hebetic, vernal bodies
Prostitute
Amidst dancing litanies
And colorful mantles
Sacrifice

Scenes of a Club II – Clubbing Desire

How do you paint
A night, full of
Short dresses and
Hormones?

People’s desire
Buddha was right
You need to kill desire
The need of a touch
In these times
It’s like betrayal.

The physical body
Becomes
The master of the spirit
What is it to be born of it?

The body of ash
The spirit of gold
What lays
What flies
Untouchable beauty
Ineffable touch
The works

A path of sorrows…

Scenes of a Club Ι – Clubbing Encounter

So lost
So lost
So close
Yet so far apart…
On our cigarette buds,
Lights the hope
                        of tonight…

Looking
Me,
You!
Some connection
Something
To keep talking
Something…

These failed attempts
To communicate
Will eventually
Lead to
My bed

It’s strange
We don’t need
To talk
There is nothing
Between us
And yet your screams
And my cum
Seem so
Terminal

You drink
Inexorably
My lies
And cheap Tequila
Shots
How?
Have you chosen?
To what wayward
Power
Desire
Biology
Need
Social imperative
You find yourself
Chained tonight?

Tomorrow
As you wake up
Naked next to me
In a foreign land
Your perfume, I will
Have already showered off…
Nothing of this
Will be ever
Spoken again…
Beyond an awkward
“Good Morning”
Like nothing ever
Happened…
Makes sense
Out of Nothingness
Nothingness is born
Even if in the form
Of carnal consummation...

We leave exactly, as we
Met…
Strangers…

Friday, October 26, 2012

High under your bosom there where everyone is accepted

What beauty is that
That lays beside you?
No unicorn can
Fight the lioness
And suddenly the sky explodes!
Lost the eyes
Never return
To the point before...
We're all on drugs the ancient from Persepolis remarked.
Parthenon screamed
What do you mean higher standards the bride of Prassov asked?
What are u looking if not what everyone else?
Under your bosom hides the sun I said…
She laughed disapprovingly...
Since we’ll not fuck today
Let's at least dance,
Or something...

Friday, October 12, 2012

First Drinks For The NewComers

Upon the night's bright young stars
We drank
A beer or two
Until we discovered
Deep down inside
We are all dust

Our complex entwinements
Our diverse paths
The creation of stars
But more
The humanity unveiled

The river is always renewed

And as the last ones
Standing, we abjure
Our externalities
To the bottom
Of our abode sanctums
The rain keeps falling
The temperature

But today is a warm day
Because once again
We, the earth has come
Circle full

Let the journey begin...

Friday, June 15, 2012

Oh! I Dream and pray
for darkest night
to descend
upon

Our mellowed bodies
travelling the moonlight
our mellowed souls
sleeping side by side

How in darkness
your body shines
my light
my sweet sweet kiss
of a firefly!

I lay besides you
a lake of light
and me
me milady
a servant of lower desires
the God that came from East
commands my lust for you!

I besiege you
My Lady please
hid my words
the words of a fool
make love to me once
absorb me
and let me die
in the piece of your light
the darkest night!

Sunday, May 20, 2012

A Young Academic in His First Conference

My first
600 plus
How many holly
monsters?
Young walking among
the old
Young walking among
the older.

So many
converging at one point
for a time in space
our discipline like a
Volcano
Birth is the act of
Eruption

Round the table
We commune
Divine intervention
Academic invention
Knowledge of the ineffable.

The bonds form
Were formed
Will form
It is here that we built
Tower of Babel…
But also compassion,
Understanding,
Perceptions.

Presidents come and go
Awards
Burdens of a dinner
Anxiously eaten
But in the end
The smile
The talk that was
Deserved
Remains.

For that, I am present
For that, I am here
For what remains
Beyond snow,
Stone and fire…

Let us in this journey
Join hands,
Let us contemplate upon
Contribution,
How I become you
And you me
And together that
Which is known.

Discovery, dissemination,
Imagination
All for a dream
Worth a penny…
That of a world...

Saturday, May 19, 2012

A Poem for All Occasions

Under these dim, fanciful lights
hovering, influenced of music,
senses alighting,
my gaze rested upon your (ENTER COLOUR OF EYES) eyes.

Serenity I reckon,
my soul captivated
so my body to the
rhythm of our primordial dance.

Come, take my hand and let
us swirl the endless streams.
Our rivers crossed,
our paths to intersect.

Dance with me,
this night of wonders.
Dance like it’s the last thing
                                              we do.
As our bodies collide,
our consciousness will touch
upon the kiss of desire.

If by night’s end
I have not myself
worthen proven,
then you, Milady,
may deny me of
a future dreamed.

But when my
might and bright
have your senses
woooed, Grant
Oh Beauty
the kiss of a Prince.

And when
this night
touches allure,
then I shall
meet you
again, under
the blossomed
cherry trees.

In the garden of our union.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

The path of the Sun

As the rain falls hard upon your roof,
I dream of a beach,
With golden sands,
You waking upon them,
Ethereal being.

I can see the sun shinning from within You,
I can feel the vibration, your body,
The music you choose.

The path of creation,
Strong within you.
Re-invention,
This wretched world.
For others lost in translation,
For you what you will It,
As long as you actually do…

                                See not the blurry mirages 
                                Surrounding ships in a foggy sea 
                                Feel the world in its root 
                                Face the truth of Pain 


                                Pain is not life, 
                                Love is. 
                                Inside our flesh, 
                                Life is pain, 
                                Besieged castle, 
                                By Others. 

                                Look, 
                                Behind your photos lies reality. 
                                Pain 
                                Torment 
                                The man without bread, 
                                 His tears water, 
                                 Quenching his thirst. 

                                 Absent beings 
                                 Monsters 
                                 Govern. 
                                 This life of ours, 
                                 Filled 
                                 Pain. 

                                 Through this, 
                                 We must shine our light… 

Your name inbetween,
Your light.
Cypris,
Favor grants
Power of Love and Life.

Fear not for the darkness
What exists also ceases
What dies is also reborn
Eternal life-circle…

Listen to the wind
Follow the rain that chokes your spirit
Feel the light calling you
Somewhere behind the veil
You know your path

The meal is cooked
If you realise
The fire is burning

And beyond the snow
Beyond the white veil of ash
As time sits upon time
Our souls existed once
And still remain so
Even in the absence of our bodies.

There is always a shelter
Far from the common
Away from the safety of the womb
A shelter humane
A shelter of belief
For a warm hug and a hot cup of cocoa.

Smell the aroma of the flowers
The aroma of the soaked soil
It is the sweat of our labour
The principle of our existence
Through toil we shall find light.
Through darkness lies the clear path.
And you need not walk upon it alone…

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Doctoral Conference

Night last
It is
Us
What we are.

Bright,
Young,
Willing,
Under Stars of years
Long…

Scholars,
Minds,
Adventurers of Truth…

Ailing society
Inviting questioning
The Path has been lost?
Under the moonlight
We look for the Sun.

What has been recorded,
A constellation
Interconnecting paths
The World’s interdependence…

Our efforts,
Future’s hope.
The promise:
A Day where the sun,
Differently shines.

Our obligation,
The blood unborn,
Our path,
Of creation…

Remaining true,
To the end.
Authentic
Of enlightenment,
That is…

Only,
Through collaboration,
May the Journey
Be realized…

Towards Ithaca,
Let us sail hand in hand,
Proving those ahead,
Of us,
We just,
Can…

Someone once told me,
I have a dream.

Friday, March 02, 2012

Electronic love-science / Science & social networks

Beauty upon my fingers
The eyes bedazzled
Mediated realities
Scopic individualities
Through a looking glass
Observing

How the leafs move
And the wind speaks to me
Through patterns and equations
Reality reduced in nothing more but a few lines

What are you to me?
What am I to you?
Besides
All there is
Numbers and constructs
Linear on a white paper

Our story bits and bytes
Our talk
Last night
01

Tell me really
Did we ever exist?
But we must have
My dreams wet,
I wake up
If this is not reality then what is?

Images on screens
Lines mediated
Comments
Like usurped
Absconded minutes
In a networked time

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Wymeswold

Manure, muddy fields, smells of burned meat, a giant fire, – almost pagan – Guy Fawks and a Bowl of curry… In the middle of the field here he stands suit and trench the modern observer…Hot was the walk over, but the atmosphere cool – Here behold the community: The youths, The olds, The friends and the foreigners… – Gathered around – Fire and Works – A statue faux – Resemblance or reenactment – History, party, reliving or a burst of need?
A 12 year old asked about my country and I didn’t know what to answer…
Definitions a mix lost in translation – Books and an equation…
What used to be a statue still burns.
And people chatter on and on and on and on and on… and on and on ….
Hazy moon
Love not worth written
Love not worth liveth
Life begotten

Journey home

Blank eyes
Under fluorescent lighting
Empty - ing mind
A week's ramblings
And a weekend burst
Passed...

Soft music
Irrelevant people
And the roar
Travelling through countryside
18:00 looking like half midnight

Tomorrow a new day?
Surely calendarwise...

Shuttered

A body ravaged by semen
Tormented soul
The power of a kiss
The effort of a tear...

Monday, November 14, 2011

Analysing

I can see the history of the world on a tree trunk
Enamelled
As the sand is taken adeapth by the sea...
Love creeps
The hair up
Knot
The stomach
The gentleness of the move
The fantasy
Broken
By position's default
But still remains
At edge's text
Bitter ale
And a goodnight's smile

Beauty designed
Falters upon my double scotch
Where did we leave all the oysters and the fruits?
The rim of my hat
Remains
Observer absolue...

Friday, November 11, 2011

The need expressed
Drunken lip
Rosy cheeks
But,
Alive firebreathing eyes

The hands
Nervous
Nerve handling
Tense
The bones structure

A love is not worth living
Unless
Blood breaths
Fire churns
And death is the only solution
Without it,
life is not worth it...