I never knew space could hurt

I never knew space could hurt
until I found even touching
there was too much distance from me to you-

And time walks across my heart,
coming and going with that
precise patience it keeps all for itself-

Under the naïf look of a smile
Love-Gently-Bleeds
from the wounds of this soul pierced by your otherness-

To dissolve in living red the mere
pleasing of the senses
that ever-urgently warned me of your beauty
(which they never knew)

and drench away in thick flowing substance
that simple wishing you well
which safely keeps you for contemplation

Love bleeds from pains easily forgotten
as I give myself to you

There goes another piece of me but

There goes another piece of me but
go merrily, piece, you were spent

on love

so I guess it’s ok as long as - well
ok, go on,

take some more

I sing the abyss in my soul

I sing the abyss in my soul
and chant the depth of the division
and the black hole that sucks being
this darkness, nonsense, coldness, nothing

Firmly set in the heart of me.

I kiss the unreachable hollow
and gaze the obscurity of sin
Then return to me from far away
and bravely open wide the void that is

The space for the redemption of me.

A painting of a blind man

A painting of a blind man looks at the numb art-lover
who faithfully hesitates to speak of that silence
that lies about belief

and hopeful of yesterday he works out the laziness
that moves him to stillness doubts truth
and boldly fears love

gathering his dispersion he embodies a thought of
smiling his pain inhabiting his wandering
Then blesses the denial of soul

never now says the blind man

No tengo nada contra ti Mujer

(by José Miguel Ibañez Langlois)

No tengo nada contra ti Mujer
Me pareces sagrada y misteriosa
Y más próxima al Cielo que a la Tierra
No tengo nada contra ti...
Si no es...
Que un dia te caerán los dientes
Que no eres Dios
Que engordas
Que te mueres

You know you’re destined to make love with death, So

You know you’re destined to make love with death, So

will you be raped by a violent stranger
a camouflaged hunter of implacable cunning
an eye-averting soul-stealing chaser?

or will you choose the tender mutual all-giving
of that ever-promised, ever-faithful
veil-faced truly virginal bride?

(so may pains in the heart

(so may pains in the heart
never made it stop until now)
as life rudely flees from me
as my legs give way
to the abrupt weight of the body
which starts to fall helplessly
impolitely with noise to the ground
(and in a few days it will break through
the ground, silently, politely)

and my falling brain spins slightly
on top of a carelessly relaxed neck
(in a few days resolutely stiff,
and then disintegrated)
and my eyes roll up to show me
that shelf I must fix some day
(but there’s so much on my mind,
and so little time)

as my knees hit the floor
sideways, painlessly,
(there is only one pain now,
only one problem)
I realise there will be no return
from this inopportune descent
(I had never noticed it,
but my life is complete)

a moment inside stops the hasty day

a moment inside stops the hasty day
eyes closed look around to find
everyday companions and common occupations;
in quick succession come recollection, regret, resolution
as heart rises and grows
and sucks a tremendous amount of life into this tiny moment,
(apparently nothing happened,
proving that appearances can often fool you)

To make the universe come true

To make the universe come true
With commitment strong as creation

To make the world boil from its bowels
With passion strong as redemption

(oh I truly believe so much happens in people’s minds)

Soft but devastating blows

Soft but devastating blows
on my lack of generosity
struck constantly with precision
from the stubborn excess of your love,
the inclement unsatisfaction of your giving,
the ever-expanding tightness of your embrace;

And though from one so delicate,
so pure in the ways of the heart,
I would expect some more polite
and respecting loving,
you teach me this new form of jealousy
rendered unselfish by mere conviction,

and with the calculated determination
of a noble breaking of a rule,
you pay me the highest compliment
of proving my love incomplete,
my response stammered, my declaration timid,
my giving-more a simple prelude of a new request.

Again

Again
Beauty will set before me for
contemplation
every small, futile, fugitive
spark and reflection of itself;

Repeatedly
after every fly has buzzed around my heart
and caught my attention and was waved away
without conviction,
(leaving a pain only just felt)

Stubbornly
as a pretendent Beauty will have me choose her
from all those sparks and
above every sleepish humming;
(shaping my heart to her image)

In passive astonishment I contemplate

In passive astonishment I contemplate
some part of you that lies in the past
like a strange colour seen once and never again;

And every once in a while it will seem to show,
but only to find the present you so overwhelming,
so totally absorbed my mind in your life;

From a glimpse of truth I set myself to
not mind this forced giving away of your past
which unmistakably states you are alive in me.

“Coming!” I would have said promptly,

“Coming!” I would have said
promptly, had I not
been called so long ago, years away in a precise day

Had I not
wandered off or
rather strayed without leaving the house;

Many times, many times or
rather
once I denied.

But always
years ahead and every day
with smiles from blows and thanks for tears:
I have with stable voice
and clear pronouncing lips
in simple words of unknown strength

“Yes!” I said promptly
ever asserting more than I gathered was being asked –

“Let it be” I said and
it was not my voice.

Which of us two?

(by Peter Viereck)

when both are strong with tenderness, too wild
with oneness to be severance-reconciled;
when even the touch of fingertips can shock
both to such seesaw mutuality
of hot-pressed opposites as smelts a tree
tighter to its dryad than to its own tight bark;
when neither jokes or mopes or hates alone
or wakes untangled from the other; when
more-warm-than-soul, more-deep-than-flesh are one
in marriage of very skeleton:
when, then, soil peels mere flesh off half this love
and locks it from the unstripped half above,
who’s ever sure which side of soil he’s on?
have I lain seconds here, or years like this?
I’m sure of nothing else but loneliness
and darkness, here’s such black as stuffs a tomb,
or merely midnight in an unshared room.
holding my breath for fear my breath is gone,
unmoving and afraid to try to move,
knowing only you have somehow left my side,

I lie here, wondering, which of us has died.

I leaned forward to kiss your lips

I leaned forward to kiss your lips,
but you surprisingly hastened to kiss mine
and as we both stood staring seriously
into each others eyes

I considered that gesture as a challenge;
You always loved me like that:
never allowing me to question your love,
always waiting on my move
only to move before me

"I could love you even more", I thought
(and I had no idea what you were thinking)

Strange when I complete

Strange when I complete
pledge forever entrust
myself totally placing
me, my life and body and
wholly on your hands and seal it with a kiss

The surprise that you
will take me bit by bit
yesterday and now and now you
will ask me again, confirm my love
and every once in a while not be there to be kissed)

Without ever denying my pledge or
dropping me from your hand you will
see to it that every other is displayed to me and within reach

: you will lovingly ask bits of love from me
today and now and now

the most important things in life happen inside parenthesis

the most important things in life happen inside parenthesis
for life is immensely cool and coolness demands discretion
in the way it calls attention

and parenthesis are so beautifully read out in a suspended
tone of voice that indicates the main idea will continue
right after the interlude

(the left parenthesis opens a whole new field of thought
and expression and softly unbinds itself from what comes
before and is therefore free

the right parenthesis pronounces the end of that most
important bit which said it all yet ended and had a conclusion
and is rich with accomplishment)

a declaration of love in parenthesis is no display of timidity
because words are not the essence of love so love boldly
(and put words in parenthesis)

Hugging lovers struggle in vain

Hugging lovers struggle in vain to occupy the same space –
kiss in a failed attempt to speak each other as a word –
Unsuccessfully strive to stop time by filling each other’s present –
Eyes shut in an effort to renounce the world for each other –

Only apparently on the verge of becoming the other
Inspired by love to explore the limits of personhood
To risk that mysterious affair of shattering them
And live in that impossible point of self-denial
Where no one is safe, nor confident, nor comfortable
- just immensely peaceful, just immense,
just finally eternal, eternal at last,

- And thus the universe shivers truly, unnoticeably
When two come boldly forth and boldly experiment
That utter-proximity-of-persons
Which makes them so small and lost and strangely free and

whispered slow exclamations

whispered slow exclamations in the dullest tone expressing
absolute confidence in the exclaimed content to live beyond
mere conventions of speech

paused phrases pronounced slowly as to not disturb the truths
they contain which are incompatible with pronunciation
due to the irreverent softness of words

strong definitive ideas stated humbly in the face of disbelief
to glorify positive powerful realities which would live on
even if no one listened

thoughts uttered with feigned detachment restrain
once more that unmanageable desire that somehow
you would just listen)

All things are one-piece puzzles

All things are one-piece puzzles, and love matters)
All people are sincere mysteries) and truth prompts
All words are pregnant with multiple meanings, and good muses)

Assembly: units of beautiful crystallize
soft elements of revelation into reverent
apprehension of presence of spirit