Persefone (Revised)

Erase una vez
una mujer
Siempre es una mujer
siempre debe de serlo
El cristal solo es traslucido
Si lo ve una mujer
La roca solo es solida
Si la toca una mujer
No había más que esta mujer
y todos la amaban,

y todos la adoraban

solo ella curaba
solo ella amaba
Ella era todo
Para todos
Y para ella
no era nada
Pobre de ella
No sabia que
El viento solo sopla
Cuando lleva el beso de una dama
El sol solo alumbra
Si la despierta en su cama
Acaso no sabia que
El primer rayo de luz
fue mujer
El primer calor de fuego
fue mujer
El primer y último suspiro
fue mujer
y no se diga mas
por que no hay mas, que las damas
y esta dama en particular
sabía al Bardo recitar
y lo hacia sin musitar.
Para ella era como rezar
El alma descansar
La mente echar a volar
Esa mente que tan bien savia amar
 también solía soñar
Y ella era todo
Y ella no era nada
¿Por qué cuento su historia?
¿Por qué se debe saber?
Por que no hay azúcar más dulce
No hay viento más suave
No hay estrella más brillante
No hay armadura más resistente
Que una mujer
No hay que demostrar
La historia de esta fémina es igual a todas
Anastasia Fernanda Laura Marta
Dominique Giovanna Susana
Angelina Alejandra Miranda Ana
Cristina Teresa María
Ella, Aquella, La, Una, Todas, Ninguna
Ver Café
Negro
Azul
Verde
Dorado
Para ver todo y para no ver nada
Castaño, Rubio, Rojo, Blanco,
Los blandía todos y no blandía ninguno
Ella
Ellas
Sabían que
La seda solo es tersa y gentil
Sobre la piel de una mujer
El agua solo corre
Sobre los labios de una mujer
La rosa solo florece
Para adornar a una mujer
La luna solo aparece
Entre las lágrimas de una mujer
…Su belleza…
Son únicas
y cada una es igual
Magas, hechiceras, hadas
Se sabe
Y se sabe bien que todas las lenguas
Del mundo
Las invento una mujer
J’t adore
Ti voglio bene
I love you
Ich liebe dich
Te amo
Las invento un ente femenino
Para saber que decir
Cuando decirlo
Por que decirlo
Perfume de mujer
Aroma celestial
Vainilla dulce
Cítrico fresco
Mi bella diva
Mi bella donna
Sei molto dolce
Sei molto attraenti
All the melancholy of the world
All the sadness in the world
Only a woman can hold
Ella es todo
Y ella no es nada
Era la musa
Era la diva
Era divina
Era pasiva
Su dolor es todo
Su dolor es felicidad
Su dolor es tristeza
Su dolor es añoranza
….una mujer
…. Siempre una mujer
….Siempre debe de serlo.

                                  -JPA

A lunatic's prayer

Gee I've been away too long
Glee me, joy me
for I am back
The grass IS greener on the other side
but the air is sweeter here this time
now lets cut to the chase
"Who cut the damn cheese?"

But Sir, says I, I am not crazy
I am not delisuonal
I am fine
I am fine, Sam Iam
And I adore rotten eggs
and salted pork parts

                              -JPA (back from rehab muajajajajaja)

Welcome to my Masquerade

Half a face stares back at you,

Half a truth, Half a life.

Empty souls fill this petty zoo,

Empty veins seek a knife.

As the glass drains and the senses numb,

The paper face claims a heart.

The last hope will succumb,

The mirror double will play its part.

With the light on stage

and the public mask,

no mistake can be made

through this tedious task.

The Angel weeps, the Devil grins,

the Phantom sleeps through the silent screams.

The Midnight bell’s toll

Signals the breaking charm.

Like a cursed scroll,

Sends the maiden into harm.

~Haruki

To be continued, maybe.

Insomnia

More than resting my body and my soul

i wish to sleep

to get in to a separate reality,

That far away from being ficticious, is divinity on phase,

where you may reach heaven, any time at day.

Turn off the lights, so the darkness clothes my sight.

hurry up before they decide to leave.

i don't want insomnia to stay with me.

Dont disturb me while i am counting the sheeps.

They cant stay on here, they comming with me.

Dont you ever dare to kill the beautiful state,

when my eyes are moving faster than the light you see,

because that only means, i have reached the prohibited garden,

i wanted to go with you last night and we couldn't reach together.

So there i may be, lending a humanoid

all the thoughts you have imprint on me

There's where i think we get to a godlike rate,

when i create life, eventhough is fake.

when i create those lands and flowers planted arround my feet

everything is so beautiful and perfect.

I just want to sleep.

Yesterday became today (again)

And yesterday i waited for tomorrow,

which sadly became today,

waiting for something that could make up for the feelings

that were breaking inside there..

Your soft words kissed my ears

could've been a dream

i was happy to hear

Indeed, was reality, your voice calling me.

But at the end of today,

i just wanted you gone, (or at least I thought so)

to start all over again,

wait up for tomorrow, stop it right there,

just like yesterday

but i see,

day after day,

some tears running down my face,

blinding my eyes to see you

Weather there’s a good reason, weather there’s non

And As soon as you start to dematerialize from my arms

My heart screams in pain, (because i dont really mean to)

because I need you here to hold

I need you,

and I need you so much.

But I can’t stand the fightings,

Those times

where we disconnect from the other,

until the moment when I scream

Stay!

When our hearts connects on a rush again,

Getting hit by confused emotions

And begins to hurt, more than it already did.

Crying for me is easy, has become an habit in my life,

But a tear in your eye, is worth a thousand of mines.

there’s my mistake, our mistake,

That is an endless cycle, that needs to get brake

You are my comfort, the reason I wake up for,

The why I keep trying, and don’t give up.

And theres one point where you will get me

Running back to the start, trying to reset all I did and said

I am sorry. I wish you were here, besides me on my bed

So I could let the life just go by, and forget about all the world.

Christopher, all I want and need, is you my love.

And I know I wont loose you, because we belong together.

So always remember, "Forever, isnt enought"

Miles Militis

Quod sterilis perdo
When everything is lost
Is perdo per veneratio
Lose it whith honor
Is perdo per dignitas
Lose it with courage
Non umquam concedo
Never give in
Non umquam secedo
Never pull back
Feud nex mortis
Fight to the death
Deus est felix
For God is happy
Per vestri dignitas
With your courage
 
                         -JpA

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Love sick, love wrecked, anxious to hold you
Injected into your skin, smoked deeply
Little crystal doll falls deep into a hole
She's breaking into pieces, infected, inlove
Go-go-go gorgeous acid prince, he's venom
He-he he's given her an earthquake tremble
Something I can't control much longer
He's given her love, so dangerous it's pathetic
It's my metamphetamine, cold strong rush
I dance, I fantasize, the sky entangled in me
Pretty doll, keep on twirling, don't stop
Make this last, use this time to analyze
This trance which gives your porcelain skin a rest
While the doll keeps moving gently, her soul explodes
They have become one, the chemicals have blend
Light will come, the rising sun of the wicked east
And we will learn our deffects, this addiction
The bottles, pills and syringes on the ground
And nature killing us with its morbid grudge
That we were not meant for this life, the love of drug
The passion of men who've destroyed her soul
And so the doll became stone, overdozed by amour
Quenching and aching inside her wripped heart
Longing for her prince, her one addiction, love

by psychedelle

B-DAY ALE!

Brag
but don't be a drag
the world needs to know
'bout what you have to show
lets party
lets bring in the whole county
lets have a blast
and shake off the past
all I'm trying to say is
Happy Birthday Ale
your presence in the pipeline is bliss

                                                    -PLML

No more lies

I am a terrible son
a worse boyfriend
a bad brother
a horrible friend
the worst student
a bad man
I don't deserve life
or your grief
not even your pitty
I am a guitarist
a musician and artist
a poet...
I always have been
I always will be
and I am terrible at that too

                                  -enough of this JPA bullshit... Pedro Luis Moreno Lammoglia

A light at evil for the sake of laughing

In this, the darkest of shadows
you're a light that burns bright
though you are just a candle
you burn brightest
and you burn the most
I smirk, gleefully,
for I see the light
one second
another smirk
I blow on the candle
I laugh

                              -JPA

The Alchemist's Secret

The Beduins have spoken
in a night forever broken
Shaken
They travel with the sacred ore
a maiden's book of long lost lore
Adore
The bread, bed and wine they share
with those who pretend to care
Dare
They reach the destination due
Their faces, skin and hands are blue
True
And if they have not yet forgotten
the promeses they bring are broken
spoken
They might just make it out well
for life if as wrong as it's swell
Dwell
Forevermore

                         - The rather inconsequential individual aptly named JPA

RSBD

Red rolls radiant
Strings sting sadly
Burning blocks of blue
Dull dead dangers
'Round the rocky road
Steel sounds sandy
Bubbles break buildings
Dead ducks dangle

                 -That Freak Known As JPA

ghosts and ghouls

I've opened up a door
a window
just for fun
to let in ghosts
and ghouls
yeah! you better run

                      -JPA

The Monday Poet

“Estos poemas son simples frases de estados de amor escritos en pocos días hace ya algún tiempo. No es, pues, tan pequeño volumen obra literaria, ni lo pretende. Apenas si se atreve a ser una de las tantas lágrimas caídas de los ojos humanos”.

Cuadrados y ángulos

Casas enfiladas, casas enfiladas,
casas enfiladas.
Cuadrados, cuadrados, cuadrados.
Casas enfiladas.
Las gentes ya tienen el alma cuadrada,
ideas en fila
y ángulo en la espalda.
Yo misma he vertido ayer una lágrima,
Dios mío, cuadrada

-Alfonsina Storni

A term for longing

It's funny how life changes.
Years ago, a little girl always clad in pink,
would shut her eyes tightly and wish
to open them in a distant place.

Tonight she closes her eyes and wishes to be there again,
where her door is on the other side, and she is just a few steps away.

A constant desire,
an eternal longing,
for something that's never there.

Yeehaw!!

Little Ol'
Jimmy Kane
they say 'round
went insane
Little Ol'
Gordon Ace
they tell 'round
blew off his face

Big Ol'
Billy Kane
that'd be the daddy
of Jimmy Kane
Got Big Ol'
Sheriff Blaze
to go a'huntin'
Gordon Ace

Big Ol'
Sheriff Blaze
Turned on
his Chevrolet
to go a'huntin'
Gordon Ace

They both fell
into the fields
The ones next to
Betty Feel's
They got to fighting
boy they did
'til Gordon Ace
got to bleed
Then Sheriff blaze
took him in
And up in county
Gordon is
Right next to
the loony bin
where you can find
Little Ol'
Jimmy Kane
That'd be the son
of Billy Kane
YEEEHAW!

             -JPA... gone redneck

Defense Mechanisms

Horseback riding strife
taking in acrid smoke
you ought to know the smell

Life's a broken road
driven on an iron horse
iron clad, it runs so well

Don't let them whisper into my ear
You know what they'll do
they'll do voodoo

I used to close the drapes
make it all just go away
'till I saw the darnest thing

Red hot tracks
ran a crazy train
unlobotomized brain

Don't let them whisper into my ear
You know what they'll do
they'll do voodoo

Madness undefined
living in an empty box
its amazing what you see

White gloves, white cloves
its all the same to me
gone is my sanity

Don't let them whisper into my ear
You know what they'll do
they'll do witchcraft
they'll do magic
they'll do voodoo

                     -JPA

Bitter Dreams

I must have been dreaming that night you existed,
I must have been sleeping that day you appeared.
But merely a fantasy, a shadow so twisted
a delusion of joy hiding all that I feared.

I wanted a flower, and I got a petal;
I wanted an ocean and I got pond.
So I lie here on this cold, dark metal
washing away with tears that of which I'm fond.

When did our dreams die? When did we stop?
When did I realize I can't see the top?
In case I can't see you, this message I'll send:
"I'll meet you again at the place where dreams end."

~Haruki

Lester William

The are no craftsmen anymore

there are no passionate makers

now the goal is not perfeccion

now the goal is greater income

But with passion comes a greater skill
and with passion it is greater still
Every touch on the wood made a different sound
Every touch of the raw materials had its voice

The creator is no longer emmbedded unto the creation
The creature is left to roam alone
to sound as it pleases as long as it makes money
to sound nothing like they ever did before
when creatures where angels

when men where creators

There will never be a perfect design again

There are no real craftsmen, not anymore

-JPA

The Sacrifice

No eyes have seen them but mine.
Though I put on a mask for the world,
though I dry them and move on,
They know what they've seen; the traced line.

I'll be your sacrifice,
I'll be whole.
I'll hide the hollow within.
You won't know: nothing is whole.

I'll smile a tearful smile for you,
I'll sing a song of sorrow,
I'll write a silent symphony.
You won't know: no one is whole.

A spark of hope deep within my heart,
is to know that I've kept you in the dark.
I will endure this pain for you.
Whether I make through it or not,
I'll be your sacrifice.

You will never know this,
I don't want you to know.
You won't cry, you won't scream,
you won't despair, and you won't know:
Nothing is whole.
No one is whole.
I am not whole.
I fly on broken wings.

~Haruki

...What the fuck did you just say?

Wether you think you know it
or wether you know you think it
doesn't matter
because in the end
if you are what you think
and then think what you are
then you are no more
and if you are
you stop being
because you thought of being
before you were
and you think before you exist
by that logic, we never are
or could never be
because if we thought of being
being being in itself the thought
we would no longer exist
or begin to exist
because we did not exist before

                                      -JPA
I dare you to read this poem outloud ten times as fast as you can

Introducing

The Monday Poet.

Because, let's face it, they were here first and, therefore, most are probably long gone by now. Give them a hand and circle them about, will you? I know I'd love to meet them.

No Quisiera que Lloviera

No quisiera que lloviera
te lo juro
que lloviera en esta ciudad
sin ti
y escuchar los ruidos del agua
al bajar
y pensar que allí donde estás viviendo
sin mí
llueve sobre la misma ciudad
Quizás tengas el cabello mojado
el teléfono a mano
que no usas
para llamarme
para decirme
esta noche te amo
me inundan los recuerdos de ti
discúlpame, la literatura me mató
pero te le parecías tanto.

Diáspora, Barcelona, 1976.

Blasfemo

Profeta de malas palabras
Hijo de Barrabas
Los caminos se te cierran
Las espinas se te entierran
No podrás escapar
Tu pecado te va a encontrar
Por donde te escurras
Por donde te escondas
Profeta, ser vil y rastrero
Terminaras de pordiosero
Maldito ladrón de tumbas
Desgraciado tifón de almas
Sufrirás

                           -JPA

Caught You (By Kriffer)

I know what you want.

You

Yes, you

You want it, dontcha?

Naughty.

I won’t give it to you.

Nope

Wouldn’t dream of it

Now, relax, I haven’t told anyone

About your

Need and plead

But oh my God

By God do you want it!

No

I say no

…

Okay

I’ll give it to you.

Open up now

This is your only chance

Your only chance, just for you

From me to you

To be so perverse in thought

Playlist (Rock Edition)

Oh! sweet child o' mine
what have you done?
have you any sympathy for the devil?
where do you wish to be?
in the garden of Eden?
Wrathchild
you're dazed and confused
I know how you feel
Within the frayed ends of sanity

You're just another psycho.
singing on,
you've got the ace of spades,
you are the master mind,
the master of puppets,
ready to walk
next to Mr. Crowley.
we know it all
you're under pressure

Rolling on a crazy train
I'll persuade you,
before I forget,
my wicked garden
is filled with poundcake.
Don't fear the reaper
Slash him up
he is unforgiven
yes, he is unforgiven too.

Stand up and shout
when you do the fandango
should you wish
to come back in black.
Nevermind,
you're a war machine
dancing the night away
fighting the war pigs,
and dying young


                             -JPA

Liquid Luck

I am a strange caterpillar
I draw on strange solutions
I crawl on crying leafs
I am a strange caterpillar
I grow a fat moustache
I throw a slimy lifeline
I am a weird cocoon
I cringe at my stealthy sound
I hurt, a painless felling
I am a weird cocoon
I take the staggering child
I breathe in crystal air
I am a crazy butterfly
I spread wings of fire
I draw on cold solutions
I am a scary butterfly
I am a man.

                -JPA

A time for us

No,

I don't want to feel you,

I want to touch you,

I'm so scared, and yet i want to reach you

I open my eyes, and find your sight

but i'll close them one more time,

Because i dont want to feel you.

i want to touch you.

The gale has kissed my lips,

sealing within a promise,

that there shall be tomorrow,

for the end of our sorrow.

Please don't talk to me anymore

I dont want to hear your beautiful voice

I dont want to ... please don't.

i want to taste your lines

when they get to exist in front of me,

and see your mouth on motion

pursuing my joyful tears.

I love you.

and i am not afraid to confess,

that no matter how hard is this quest

Im sure we will do our best.

Im so weak, and i used to be empty,

My thoughts were full of "I" and maybe's

held no hope for eternity

And then it came "You"

My midnight light, shined to fuse together

a beautiful "us"

No,

I dont want to feel you,

I want to touch you,

Im so naive,

and yet i want to make you mine

I open my eyes, and find your sight

but i'll close them one more time,

Because i dont want to feel you.

i want to touch you.

And yet im so afraid...

What kind of fate would await?

No, theres no doubt!

Endurance my love,

that for ever will always be

a time for us.

A time to feel, a time to touch.

Emo

Puntos negros
de santa oscuridad
emanan como fuentes
de mi nula humanidad

Canciones de muerte
susurran mi suerte
distorsionan mi mente
y me hacen dudar

Maldita sea
la oscura marea
que en mi alma en pena
ruega que se detenga

Cuchillo afilado
ven a mi lado
hazme compañía
hazme desgraciado

                     -Not JPA

Sacado (y un poko modificado para hacerlo mas alegre... no, encerio es mas alegre que el original lo juro) de uno de mis cuadernos antiguos de poesia y umm.... yes yo tambien tuve esas epocas

Ofuscada Confusion

Atrapada en el aterrador silencio que envuelve mi cuerpo;

Confundida entre los murmullos de mi pensamiento,

en los que se esconde apesumbrado y abatido,

mi frustrado deseo por lo prohibido.

Quisiera mirarte sin temer los discursos

desearia amarte, anclarte a mi vida,

pero se que no hay entrada... Ni tengo salida.

¿Cuál es mi opción en este momento?

¿Perderme en tus ojos? o ¿Ignorar lo que siento?

¿Cuándo aprendera la lección mi corazon desdichado

a no amar a alguien equivocado?

aunque esta vez no tengo idea del porque eh errado.

Las manecillas del reloj nos cortan rapidamente el tiempo

estoy navegando en contra del viento,

¿A donde me llevará esta nueva aventura?

¿Naufragaré en un el mar de tu ternura?

Oh Dios mio guia mi camino,

Maldito corazon en ti no confio.

¿Dime que ha de salir de mi boca, para cautivar tus oidos?

¿Dime como han de deslizarse mis manos por tu pecho, para sentir tus latidos?

¿Dime como eh de mirarte, sin desbordar mi locura, y mi desesperacion cada momento

por lo cerca que te tengo y lo lejos que me encuentro?

Dejame abrazarte y te confesare al oido mil secretos con la boca en un solo movimiento

Te dire como habre de acariciarte con un simple pensamiento,

Te diré como besarte... sin usar mis labios,

Te dire..que no se como decirte lo que siento,

...Confundida por dejar decidir a la suerte entre la esclavitud de mis pasiones,

que mis pensamientos condenan, o la inmolación de mi carne al sacrificarme por la pena

al saber que no existio tal amor, fué un arrebato de mi entendimiento.

Y perdí la razon en algun punto del sufrimiento,

Me abandone al delirio, en el que entregue mi alma,

Y como aquel niño en su propio sueño,

que ahora se muestra, tranquilo y sereno

Ignora la trama que hiló mi conciencia

de aquellos fantasmas que jugaron con su inocencia

Sumergeré mi cuerpo en la ilusion de un beso,

que

pesar de no haber tenido existencia en este mundo,

aun lo deseo.

dedicado a:

Patrick G.