Tuesday, May 30, 2017

There is a pain - so utter -

There is a pain - so utter -
It swallows substance up -
Emily Dickinson, poem 599

The windows open
to the guardianship of the sun.

But there is distant smoke
in its presence, traces of an aftermath,

a landslide of fumes vacating
the shredded heart,

a porous sea, a sliding window
that gifts much more than a casual stare.

It accumulates its truth
in a coffer of reasons.

The smoke is just a shortcut,
an empire of anxiety.

Windows resist
but they’re so lazy, they never close.

Monday, May 29, 2017

Kygo, Ellie Goulding - First Time


Kyrre Gørvell-Dahll (Norwegian pronunciation: ['çyʷ:ɾə 'gø:rvɛɫ̪ daːɫ̪]; born 11 September 1991), better known by his stage name Kygo (/kɡ/; Norwegian pronunciation: [kyːɡuː], stylized as KYGO and ), is a Norwegian musician, DJ, songwriter and record producer.

He garnered international attention with his remix of the track "I See Fire" by Ed Sheeran, which has received over 50 million plays on SoundCloud and 65 million views on YouTube[10] and his single "Firestone" which has over 400 million views on YouTube with an additional 500 million plays on the music streaming service Spotify, as of August 2016.[11][12] Kygo has accumulated over 1 billion views on his music on SoundCloud and YouTube.
Kygo has since released several singles, such as "Stole the Show", "Here for You", "Stay", and "It Ain't Me", which have debuted on several international charts. Kygo's debut album Cloud Nine was released on 13 May 2016.[13] He made history on 21 August 2016 at the 2016 Rio Olympics, when he became the first house music producer to perform at an Olympics closing ceremony.[14]

Elena Jane "EllieGoulding 

(/ˈɡldɪŋ/ GOHL-ding; born 30 December 1986) is an English singer, songwriter and record producer. Her career began when she met record producers Starsmith and Frankmusik, and she was later spotted by Jamie Lillywhite, who later became her manager and A&R. After signing to Polydor Records in July 2009, Goulding released her debut extended playAn Introduction to Ellie Goulding, later that year.[5]
In 2010, she became the second artist to top the BBC's annual Sound of... poll and win the Critics' Choice Award at the Brit Awards in the same year. She released her debut studio album, Lights, in 2010; it debuted at number one on the UK Albums Chart and has sold over 850,000 copies in the UK. Her cover of Elton John's "Your Song" reached number two in the UK in December 2010 and on 29 April 2011 she performed the song at the wedding reception of Prince William and Catherine Middleton at Buckingham Palace. The album's title track, "Lights", was released in the US in March 2011, and peaked at number two on the US Billboard Hot 100.[6][7]
Goulding's second studio album, Halcyon, was released in October 2012. "Anything Could Happen" preceded the album as the lead single. Halcyon debuted at number two on the UK Albums Chart and after 65 weeks reached number one. Halcyon debuted at number nine on the US Billboard 200. Halcyon Days, a repackaged edition of Halcyon, was released on 23 August 2013, it included new singles including "Burn", which became her first UK number-one single. At the 2014 Brit Awards, she received the award for British Female Solo Artist.[8]Goulding released her third studio album, titled Delirium, on 6 November 2015, with "On My Mind" as the album's lead single.[9] In December 2015, she received her first Grammy Award nomination for Best Pop Solo Performance for her single "Love Me like You Do".[10]

The Chainsmokers & Coldplay - Something Just Like This (Lyric)

Coldplay are a British rock band formed in 1996 by lead vocalist and keyboardist Chris Martin and lead guitarist Jonny Buckland at University College London (UCL).[5] After they formed under the name Pectoralz, Guy Berryman joined the group as bassist and they changed their name to Starfish.[6] Will Champion joined as drummer and backing vocalist, completing the lineup. Creative director Phil Harvey is often referred to as the fifth member by the band.[7] The band renamed themselves "Coldplay" in 1998,[8] before recording and releasing three EPs: Safety in 1998 and Brothers & Sisters and The Blue Room in 1999. The Blue Room was their first release on a major label, after signing to Parlophone.[9]
Coldplay achieved worldwide fame with the release of the single "Yellow" in 2000, followed in the same year by their debut album Parachutes, which was nominated for the Mercury Prize. The band's second album, A Rush of Blood to the Head (2002), was released to critical acclaim and won awards including NME's Album of the Year. Their next release, X&Y, the bestselling album worldwide in 2005, received mostly positive reviews, though some critics felt it was inferior to its predecessor. Their fourth studio album, Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends (2008), was produced by Brian Eno and released to largely positive reviews, earning several Grammy Award nominations and wins at the 51st Grammy Awards.[10] In October 2011, Coldplay released their fifth studio album, Mylo Xyloto, which topped the charts in over 34 countries and was the UK's best-selling rock album of 2011, but received mixed reviews,[11] In May 2014, they released their sixth album, Ghost Stories, which also received mixed reviews and topped the iTunes Store albums charts in over 100 countries.[12] In December 2015, the band released their seventh album, A Head Full of Dreams, which reached the top two in most major markets, but received generally mixed reviews.
Coldplay have won 62 awards from 209 nominations throughout their career, including nine Brit Awards—winning Best British Group four times—five MTV Video Music Awards and seven Grammy Awards from 31 nominations. They have sold more than 80 million records worldwide, making them one of the world's bestselling music artists.[13] In December 2009, Rolling Stone readers voted the group the fourth-best artist of the 2000s.[14] Coldplay have supported various social and political causes, such as Oxfam's Make Trade Fair campaign and Amnesty International. They have also performed at charity projects including Band Aid 20Live 8Sound ReliefHope for Haiti Now: A Global Benefit for Earthquake ReliefThe Secret Policeman's BallSport Relief and the UK Teenage Cancer Trust.[15]

Responsable por lo que está pasando con Oscar Rivera y el desfile puertorriqueño en Nueva York

Este es el imbécil responsable por lo que está pasando con Oscar Rivera y el desfile puertorriqueño en Nueva York, un allegado al ex-gobernador Luis Fortuño, otro imbécil sin causa ni efecto. A esta alimaña le llegara su día de justicia.

The Muse-an International Journal of Poetry and Contemporary Poetry -An Anthology of Present Day Best Poems (Volume 4) will be publishing two of my poems.

The Muse-an International Journal of Poetry and Contemporary Poetry -An Anthology of Present Day Best Poems (Volume 4) will be publishing two of my poems. I will let you know when they are up.

Issue 7 of METAPHORE is now awvailable, My poems are featured in this issue

Issue 7 of METAPHORE is now awvailable, My poems are featured in this issue

Sunday, May 28, 2017

The place

The place 

from where you call in
your first return is always far away

its serene center strays 
when it tries to explain the last farewell,

the fringes fall 
into expected shades of sadness

In your mouth

In your mouth 

I can care for the dying
even those who spit in my face

who take themselves to the lottery cemeteries
today I'm where your lips are 

more beautiful than death
but, do not get angry

I am the eternal little cherry stone
in your mouth

Saturday, May 27, 2017

All of this years, 2017 NaPoWriMon entries have been taken down!

All of this years, 2017 NaPoWriMon entries have been taken down, they have all been submitted and journals don't want to see them on a blog.

Reaching for Lips

Reaching for Lips

frost music
the authenticity of dirty snow
the impenetrable instant
when a body begins
to approach another body

when a river starts to enter another river
without undressing
plunging into another dimension
in a humble Arcadia of infancy

it might not even be a river,
or a movement, or form, 
but a garment covering bodies
under a cherry tree with branches 
strangely open 

but it's not a cherry tree 
it's more the shadow of a guardian angel
knees tremble when lips reach lips

Another Virginal Silence

Another Virginal Silence

I do not believe 
in the Name of the Father.
I believe in you, who tosses 
and whisks my woods
when praying on my body.

I prefer to celebrate 
this slow euthanasia
with sweat-laden body 
and exorbitant eyes
on a meadow of radioactive stars,
beheaded mallards on my lap.

You dreamed the schism of the saints
the mystery of hermaphrodite wreckfish.
the Virgin of the dunes 
and vinegar 
for wandering antelopes.
When I see you sleep,
night perfumes herself with oranges.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

My serenity

My serenity

written on warm dishcloths,
and paper placemats
with endless drawings
of terminally ill rattles;
the false premises of marijuana
smoking hook-ups  
climbing my old suffocations.

Sometimes they twinkle
because of the deceptive reflection
and turbulence of the wild,
the useless surrender of my desire.

The wind of my anguish
chases after you with a great spell,
a recipe for all your epochs,
a total, fleeting countryside,
a cry from thirsty mouths full of supplications.

My serenity is a sad, lonely Fairy Tale,
petrified guano dispersed in the air,
columns of dead bats burning, skin grafts
from an obese man inhaling blood.

I'm going to sew you a devotional scapular
with the words, COME BACK!

Mi Serenidad

Mi Serenidad

está escrita en paños tibios,
y en manteles de papel
con interminables dibujos
de cascabeles desahuciados;
son las premisas falsas de amantes 420
trepando mis viejos asfixies.

En ocasiones centellean
pero es solo el reflejo engañoso
y turbulento del salvaje
compuesto de la entrega inútil.

El viento de mi angustia
te persigue con un gran hechizo,
una receta para todas tus épocas,
una campiña total y fugaz,
llanto be bocas sedientas

de suplicas. Pero la serenidad
es un Cuento de Hadas tristes,’
guano petrificado disperso en el aire,
columnas de murciélagos muertos
incendiados, injertos de piel
de hombre obeso inhalando sangre.

¡Te voy a coser un escapulario
con la palabra, REGRESA!

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Dear Friends,

Dear Friends, 

I am back in the hospital with bronchial spasm. It looks like it might be my heart or it might be the consequence of bronchitis I got last month. So, please feel free to say some prayers for me, I have been a believer in the power of prayer for a very long time. It is one of those things some people call miraculous, you have to see or experience it to believe, and I have seen it and experienced it many times in my life, so I DO BELIEVE IN IT.


Poem Up at Co-ZINE with another poem to be published next month

Poem Up at Co-ZINE with another poem to be published next month.

Co-ZINE is a monthly online publication seeking to showcase LGBTQ+ and ally voices and provide diverse, vibrant and educational content to readers everywhere.

No Truce Entropy

No Truce Entropy

Our feet strung on a string
of dead bodies. We stoop

lost in the puzzle,
the sunk-eyed terror in our days.

So many rotting mirrors
on the burning plains

of the battlefield, uprooted.
Denouncing the afterglow 

of what was beautiful,
the paradox of useless power.

Purple dahlias shout obscene goodbyes
from decomposing breasts.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Nostalgic Rainy Afternoon

Nostalgic Rainy Afternoon

I close my eyes
create an opaque image 
diminishing the light flashing 
in the void, but in so doing, 
I get lost. I scream, 
silence steals my voice,
so, I return to thought.

Wandering around like this,
between images I could never touch,
memories withering 
until my will is faint,
sitting on the corroded bench
time left me, I wait for small 
confiscated moments. The day 
we met to share old stories
no one remembers.

I paint stars in the sky
so you do not notice I am so small.
I leave a trail of footprints on the sand,
tell my stories, convince you I am true.
I place an order with the universe
so you are assured I'm still here.
On nostalgic rainy afternoons
I travel to your thoughts,
so you do not forget
all that I remember.

Friday, May 19, 2017

What is Said

What is Said

My hands, two balls of hair
trapped in the throat of a feline ghost
My fingers, covered
by your two-week beard.
I want to be a Polaroid snapshot
of a sunset. I’ll call it: selfie # 569
while I die.

You told me your girlfriend got jealous.
She does not know that friends 
can love each other
or that we tattooed death our arms,
and we gave each other stones,
and the river took our useless haiku;
that is, the filth of the city 
devoured by Godzilla.

I told you, I would paint my nails red
to hide the blood I always carry on my hands
when I touch something and it breaks,
when I miss you when I search for you 
and end up feeling alone. 
When I cry inside and rot.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

When Alone

When Alone

Your voice, sickle echo, rebounds
off the wall. I, a thousand Argos

look at myself in your mirror skin
for a few seconds

but the slightest noise drives you away.
I see you leave through the door of the book,

the atlas ceiling, the floor board, the glass page.
You leave me without a pulse

or voice, without a face, no mask like a naked man
in the middle of the Street of Stares.

You’re the one I talk to when I forge the sun
with your footsteps.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Sleepwalking semblance

Sleepwalking semblance

for prenatal dolls
knocking on the door
with its nose shattered hemorrhage

Fallen from the sky semblance
Hindenburg fire
rusty shadows of the last angel

Face waiting at the language gate 
trojan horse 
night exposure of palatine judges

Resuscitating semblance
in the garden of heavenly delights
uninterrupted looting of Rome
millions of souls reduced
to tens of thousands of beggars

The face that knows
what beds are for 
will sleep forever
in its dollhouse

Sunday, May 14, 2017

the corner of sky - tanka

the corner of sky
heaven grants me
doesn't let go―
its blue devours my fear,
hugs & talks sweetly to silence

Next Best Thing

Next Best Thing

Our parents were astronauts
of two extremes.
Every vacant lot
where we used to play
started boiling over, so
we grew up (in word only)
against the prognosis
of a possible plague
of perverts arriving
to snatch us.
We were unlabeled objects
on the pavement
sculpting our silhouettes
for the trap,
babbling and babbling
until we vomited
the true value of silence.
At the end of the space race
reality always exceed fiction.

An Early End to Life

An Early End to Life

My skin, scroll written
by your trembling hands,
refulgence of your epidermis
in my skin’s blind memory.

My complexion, the crystallized
mirror of your smile
strolling through this world
devoid of trust.

What you cried, "don't hold your breath,"
is learning to ramble the earth.
What you called "love affair" is not blood
but it watered my body’s garden as if it were.

Yes, everything I own
is yours, yet I know
something closer
than myself

lives to the finish.
That makes the very life
you give me

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