My Poems

I Feel You

I feel you in the falling of the snow
I feel you in the rising dawn, so raw
I feel you in the smacking of the rain
I feel you from inside of my own brain

I feel you in the rushing of the storm
I feel you in the wind and downpour
I feel you in the growing of the grass
I feel you in the crack of broken glass

I feel you as a rush and a attack
I feel you as a crawling on by back
I feel you as a tempest and highjack
I feel you as a being out of whack

I feel you so in that I'm gonna crack
I feel you in me embedded like a tack
I feel you as a spasm and a hack
I feel you as a chasm and ... a lack.
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Edited by Don Quixote - 18-Nov-2011 at 00:59

Butterfly

My heart is beating butterfly on you
Seditious and Delectable, in colors
So Iridescent that the eye gets tired
To follow them along their ups and downs

My heart is beating butterfly on you
With a rhythm ancient as is new
Like a Rebellion makes my blood boil
And steam and turn me so outside in

My heart is beating butterfly on you
And runs like it doesn't know where to
My heart is a bold bird and a open flower
Nesting on you in this forbidden hour

My heart is plane with no place to land
My heart is ship with no quay to stand
My heart is a wild horse with no owner
My heart is resting on your hand a moment

My heart - it never know where to stop
My heart - itself is beating in an untamed gallop
My heart is not a beggar, nor a master,
My hearts on you is trembling, shaking, gasping,

In a thousand and one miniscule spasmings,
One thousand and one ten-second deaths,
One thousand and one times recollects -
That it is laying brazen on your hand -

With the power to stop and start -
Because my hearts is resting now on you
Before it runs again with  restlessness imbued ....
My heart is beating butterfly on you.
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Edited by Don Quixote - 23-Nov-2011 at 23:39

Wasteland

Wasteland, I'm such a Wasteland
My skin is breaking parched from dry heat,
No water, no stream, no sea or a river
Goes in me, on me, nor through my surface waver,
No tears - salt in crystals corrodes my rusty eyes,
And pain in reeking through my baked insides,
No rain, no snow, no dew, no torrent, or a gulp -
So dry the skin is peeling and screaming, so it's stunned
Dry like a bone - so dry the bone itself  is flaking,
So moisturless - no saving moisture is in making,
Anhydrous - like a monster that had seen only flame,
Scorched, seared - and the lack of clouds is to blame,
Sunbaked - when sun is turning in a brute,
So arid I am now - when I'm without you.
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Now

Pin me down with your hands
Have me with your words
As the time is running out -
Have me with your words.

As the night is coming down,
And the day returns,
As the pain is coming up -
Have me with your words.

When I have nothing but response,
And the clock is mute,
And while still the darkness stay -
Have me with your words.

Time again is coming blind -
Have me with your words.
And while the time is sleeping tired -
I will return.
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Draw Me A Picture

Burn me down in colors
Smoke me up with wild hues
With the cobalt of your iris
Blaze me in flames of true blue.

Burn me down in thick lines
Carve my contours in black
Cut the air in slices
And on the ground them crash.

Build me up with wide brushstrokes
Strike me in nuance and shade
Fingerpaint me background
And on it let me lay.

Roll me up, mix me nuances
Bold, undiluted and new
Mark me the furthest horizon
Let me then cut it in two.
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Edited by Don Quixote - 06-Dec-2011 at 20:35

Tonight

My heart had died tonight - I heard it moaning
And shaking in a terrible torment
Before the slumber took it - that blessed drug
That makes the worse seems not so bad.

My heart had died tonight - had bled to death -
The ruby stream had let it dessicated,
My heart was being panging and depressive -
My heart had been one to have a blessing

And then to have it ripped apart form it.
My heart had died tonight and it left me shocked
The urn I fill with it's ashes hot
I wish the urn to stay forever locked.
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Shipwreck

The sea was stormy, gray, relentless.
The night was bleak, the weather restless.
The ship was tossed inside and out.
That it would perish there was no doubt.

No need to read my future in the stars -
They were laying bleeding in my hands.
No time to make a last wish -
The ship was gutted like a fish.

The blast had thrown me into a boat
How many days I roamed I don't know
Stars, sun and rain and rain and sun and stars
It seemed the Universe had stopped and started.

Sand slowly running through my hands -
I count my loved ones, and time ahead.
Behold! On the forbidding shore in disbelief
One kneeling sailor breaks his back to live!

A Tesla Coil

Coil me wrapped around you, coil me, twist me tight
Swirl my skin into a wire, set to take your charge
Wrap me layer upon layer - surface, volume, mind
From my conscious and subconscious spin a thread that binds -

Binds - experience and failure, memories and dreams
With the rhythm of my blood that my temples hits.
All my life in slices cut, lay them, weave them wired...
I'll will give you Tesla voltage till my soul expires.
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Edited by Don Quixote - 16-Dec-2011 at 02:37

Requiem for a Body

Waxen body, lying body
Body that does lie
Body that is only owned
When the dice does roll,
Body that is simply blinded,
Blinded with hot ash,
Ashen body stretching down
Like of sword's fallen slash
Resting body - rusting body -
Drowned, stabbed and diced
Even I wouldn't bet my body
When it's heart is absent.
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Edited by Don Quixote - 18-Dec-2011 at 16:42

I've got oceans under my skin
Salty and wavy and deep and moving
Whirlwatering and waterstreaming
Through the periscopes of my eyes
Through the caves of my surface
Unsettled waters, wild waters
Bright waters, white waters
Pulling in dark waters
Surfacing stark waters
Bubbling under my skin
Turning to wherein
Carrying me on their foam
Thrusting me - mighty and roaming
My surface is a bridge over them
My surface is a leave carried by them
I've got oceans under my skin
Splashing and dashing going and lashing
Taking me where I wouldn't dare
Swirling and churning,
Clashing and stirring
My ocean surging -
The blood of my soul yearning.
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Edited by Don Quixote - 21-Dec-2011 at 19:17