Madrid Rooftops

I can remember how sweet the sound of silence was upon the rooftops of those buildings I loved so much. How much poetry danced upon that sky brilliant and radiant under the moon light.

My Mind In Crayon.

There are only about three or four people on this planet that have a drawing of mine. I don't tend to draw a lot because my hectic life won't let me. Regardless, I did manage to finish "Completion" today after months of trying to get it done. I started it in Madrid, Spain earlier this year and finished it in St. Louis, Missouri, USA.

This is "Completion" :::



This is "Oblivion" ::: Drawn in Sao Paulo, Brasil in 2009.



This is "Wanderer" ::: Drawn in Sao Paulo, Brasil in 2009.



This is "Neverland" ::: The Original drawing that started it all. Began drawing this one in Boca Raton, FL around 2007 and finished it in Madrid, Spain in 2008.

Grandma

She used to separate each bean
Before the final stew.
Each eroded bean
down the trash shoot.

Hours of soaking
No marinade.
Care and preciseness
of each onion peeled.

Body parts of cattle
Pig, Cow and leaf
Mixed inside the dish
Tasting so unique.

Mimicking the recipe,
conjuring your energy,
Still always trying
to keep you in here.

Years have passed
nothing's changed
Tradition has felt
more different than the same.

You are gone
But everything's left.
Memories of a life
Still beating within.

Unforgiving Time

These feet walk no mile
without loss.
These eyes have no sight
without the memory of last Fall.

No time can erase
what smiles have forbade.
Of sheets being soaked
in lover’s debate.

Stones erode with a sense
of history
Windows shut with
dust increasing.

Bodies upon bodies
of witnesses alive
Forgiving the lonesome
cries to survive.

Longing is eternal.
Not sincere enough.
Too painful to bare
the end of a cigarette's bluff.

Turning the page
finding a stop.
A dead end of beats
to a long lost heart.

Bluest of skies

I am the breeze that whispers through the trees.
I am the wave that rocks the boats to sleep.
I am the shadows that dance against the wall.
I am the dust that settles in the fall.
I am the fire that burns red amber.
I am the thunder that awakens slumber.
I am thee.

First Draft - Unfinished

This is something I started a while back. Maybe in March? But it is very much unfinished. Can't seem to get through the battle scene yet. Might get inspired sooner or later though.


I hope you find the beast inside you
Then kill the devil within.
Expel the asshole out
Don't hold back on anything.
Savior doesn't exist
Pain does - I would know.
Don't look around for help
Save your energy and woes
Throw your sticks and stones
And prepare for what's to come.
The battling ground opened
....

666

If I could choose a knife
I would -
But a gun would do
the trick.

It wouldn't penetrate
my hate
But it would certainly
satisfy the crave.

A coward moves over
A desperate pleading soul.
An untold moment Stolen
in defeat's sorrow's mode.

No hatred to succumb
No lust to consume.
Letting go would be a treasure
Lingering - my tomb.

Good bye for now - Sucker.
Never again to meet.
I hope one day you know
What it's like to feel such hate.