A Sacred Tale of Two Hearts (~ Poetic Work)
Current mood: romantic
Category: Writing and Poetry
If some parts of all parts of this poetic work sounds familiar, you are not crazy. I decided to pick up some of my awful earlier works that I wrote a long time ago, and somehow mix them up and create a new work. Those who have been following my writings will recognize them immediately.
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A Sacred Tale of Two Hearts
As the sun sets over the mountains and the ocean, it only leaves the horizon full of bronze skies until darkness falls.
Only the soft lights of the skies are there to guide me, but they go faint as I walk along a path of loss.
With each step I kill my dreams to reach what cannot be reached.
Then, you appear in the midst of nothing like a ghost, with your soft brown eyes, with the wind combing your dark hair.
You lift my face to see your eyes, like a candle they shine on my soul.
I am not sure if you are real, a dream, a living memory, a sweet illusion of you clothed with a skin kissed by the stars.
I look at your face as you get close to my lifeless flesh, and feel your lips on mine.
With your hands you shape my face, with your kiss you give me life, and make me drink of your love under the eternal sky.
I sought your chest to embrace your heart.
With my lips I write verses on your skin.
With your touch you become real.
As a goddess, you express mystery in cryptic words.
Your sacredness create and recreate me.
You promise me paradise and heaven.
There is no forbidden fruit, just a tree of life.
And your word becomes my flesh.
No suffering is involved in killing my will with your kiss, but you resurrect my senses waking me up in you.
With your sweet embrace set me free, let me escape to Heaven.
Time melts between my hands and with its flow I taste your breasts, feel your back, and trace my fingertips on your skin as you beg me to be deep in you.
Your voice becomes a song my lips begin to sing.
With our hearts' awakening, they race while they embrace.
I pronounce my thoughts into your ear, and like a dove of light I taste your sight as you look at me.
We dance against each other, living each deep breath, with your smell of roses, with your sweet embrace.
I hold your hands as a rain of light drowns you in sweet pain in the depths of my heart.
Now it rests, never to fall again in dark dreams, as I will always look at you as the key to my true soul.
The morning comes.
The rainbow shines on us while we kiss, and the lilies of the field smile and speak about our love.
As shining eternal concert we will live forever, as our Love would have us be.
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Litany Under Waters ~ Poetic Work
Current mood: sleepy
Category: Writing and Poetry
I want to die in your river and be carried away in your arms down the stream. In the ocean, consume my body with a thousand kisses, as I feel the force of your love on my soul. I want to taste your waters, and look at the shining rumors of fingertips entertaining the strings of a golden harp, and make each flying note the eternal rainbows that adorn you.
My lips whisper "Amens" to the litany of your name being written over and over on my heart. Caress all of me with your waves. Let me drown in your heart, that I may never come out again, but make the sea of your lips on my skin be my life. Be my Pleroma, my Nirvana, and dissolve me in your hands with a single kiss.
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A Kiss Turned to Smile ~ Poetic Work
Current mood: happy
Category: Writing and Poetry
This is another blog I wrote recently, mostly because Marcelina has been a very good soul and a great friend. She is definitely a big treasure.
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The warrior god utters a kiss that neither flower or sky on purpose would miss its most heavenly sigh.
To a smile the kiss has turned, by building flowery roads, as warm sensuality burned and the feminine waters flow.
This gorgeous woman is blessed with her loving poetic lips that with her rhythmic rising chest a song encircles her hips.
An enchanting beauty she shows as sensual as the seas of Spring and in her eyes a rainbow arose that leads the angels to sing.
She is full of strengths, sorrows, love, kindness, tears, wisdoms, and smiles, a kissing wind from the skies above spreads her joy for a thousand miles.
May she be blessed tonight that a kiss the stars will bring and with their silent light God's song's note will ring ...
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This was originally written in CultVault in November 13, and I decided to share with all of you. It was written in a moment of deep darkness and confusion in me.
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A sound of tear drops is lost in the dark. "Relief!", begs my heart, "with a single kiss of the one it loves."
It is in darkness where I hide, where there is no light. Not a star, not a candle, to make my path shine.
Tonight, my soul will not praise, but only cry. I will not taste color, and don't ask why!
I won't smell the wind that will nourish my being with the thorny rose that made my hands bleed.
I won't smile tonight I will taste soul's death, where there is no delight, nor smile, nor shining eyes.
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Well, I always write romance or erotica. I've never written horror before, so I wrote the following poetic work for this awesome Pub. I hope you like it.
A Bloodthirsty Joker
When will I escape from this Pub? Where will I hide form he who laughingly searches for me to draw a wicked smile on my face?
A joke is a grain of sand compared to the fear I feel as it seems that everything shakes when I see that the night cannot shield
the horror red-blood moon outside and the red eyes and red lips that walk closer and closer in rhythm of the clock's tacs and tics.
A Joker turned to vampire he seems to be more thirsty for blood than ever telling me the end will come and nevermore see the light of day.
I hear his laughter, I see his fangs, I see his knife, and hear request to be still, that no Joker gas will be used this time to make me laugh.
Supernatural powers he seems to have that walking corpses seem to come to bear witness to my demise by the lunatic clown whom I despise.
In desperation I yell for help as a voice that growls in desertic lands, no one replies. "There is no one to save you
there is no hope, there is no joy. the ghosts of those who left will not assist you this time. I will make you laugh. I will make you cry
I'll make you be pain, all same time. Now bring your mouth towards my knife For you know, I'll make your smile to look like mine."
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Just wanted to let you know that Hurricane Omar is not going to pass too close to Puerto Rico. It is a Category 1 hurricane, and in a few hours a Category 2 hurricane.
However, it is turning east, further away from Puerto Rico, and, with the exception of Culebra and Vieques we are not going to have except tropical storm winds, not hurricane winds. So, it is not going to go bad in the Island generally. Also, it is gaining speed so, the effects will not last too long hopefully.
The problem so far is that this hurricane will bring a lot of rain and will flood some areas in Puerto Rico. Thankfully, I'm living in an area not susceptible to floods, and tomorrow it will be business as usual (schools will open tomorrow).
So, that's what's going on so far.
~ sigh ~ ... I'm in love with Deborah Martorell...
Guabaman: Episode - The Web
Current mood: sick
Category: Blogging
Although I'm not feeling well this morning, this was just too funny to pass and not post it.
Guabaman is a parody of Spiderman (Guaba in Spanish refers to a big poisonous spider). This was made for a TV show of a Puerto Rican comedian Emmanuel "Sunshine" Logroño. I hope you like it as much as I do. Reynaldo León is a genius.
Laugh with Language
Current mood: amused
Category: Blogging
Recently, I've been revisiting The Language Instinct by Stephen Pinker. One of the things that I love about him is that he has an amazing sense of humor, especially when it comes to language. He uses ambiguities in language and the way we arrange words to express meaning to illustrate how the mind works, and the theories that our mind has about the world. I wanted to share some of them with you.
He gives an example of sentences which can have two very different meanings:
Yoko Ono will talk about her husband John Lennon who was killed in an interview with Barbara Walkers.
Two cars were reported stolen by the Groverton police yesterday.
The license fee for altered dogs with a certificate will be $3 and for pets owned by senior citizens who have not been altered the fee will be $1.50.
Tonight's program discusses stress, exercise, nutrition and sex with Celtic forward Scott Wedman, Dr. Ruth Westheimer, and Dick Cavett.
We will sell gasoline to anyone in a glass container.
For sale: Mixing bowl set designed to please a cook with round bottom for efficient beating.
The following are headlines of newspapers which omit certain words in order to save space and have more impact ... these should be presented in Jay Leno's Headlines:
New Housing for Elderly Not Yet Dead New Missouri U. Chancellor Expects Little Sex 12 on Their Way to Cruise Among Dead in Plane Crash N.J. Judge to Rule on Nude Beach Chinese Apeman Dated Hershey Bars Protest Reagan Wins on Budget, But More Lies Ahead Dead Kill 130,000 Complaints About NBA Referees Growing Ugly
God’s Gift: A Beautiful Morning....
Current mood: calm
Category: Blogging
Last night i had horrible nightmares of my mom yelling in my head. I could hardly sleep all night.
However, I think that this morning the Creator offered something that comforted me very much. Usually Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays I have to go to Cayey to work (it's about a 40 minute drive from Río Piedras --where I live-- to Cayey). It is a town, rapidly becoming a city, that is high in the mountains in Puerto Rico. When I began driving I noticed something remarkably beautiful, a yellow full moon in the morning background in the horizon.
Then, as I was driving uphill to Cayey, and I saw the most beautiful mist in the mountains and I went through as I drove the expressway. I turned off the car air conditioner, opened the window to feel the cold. It was amazing. The mist is still here surrounding the campus, if you only would see how beautiful it looks. It really calmed me down this morning and made me smile.
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