The 1%

Poetry makes me sick
all inclinations are dead
art is a thing of the past
now it's al nickles and dimes
Maslow must be proud
all basic need acomplished
alll beauty abolished
under the federal shroud

MUERTA

Al despertar los ruidos una mañana fría
me arrebató la muerte lo que yo más quería.

Oh muerte insobornable, de inflexible guadaña,
que siegas el palacio al igual que la cabaña.

¿Por qué no cortas sólo la cosecha madura,
las mieses agostadas, o la maraña oscura?

¿Por qué arrancas el árbol joven y florecido,
pisoteas las rosas y destruyes el nido?

¡Qué suprema injusticia tratar de igual manera
al niño balbuciente y al viejo que te espera!

Y un día inesperado sigilosa llegaste,
sin llamar a la puerta... y me la arrebataste

aún brillando en sus ojos el intenso fulgor
que reflejaba el fuego de su primer amor;

y aún reciente en sus labios el calor de los besos
que otros jóvenes labios la dejaron impresos;

y aún resonando el eco vibrante en sus oídos
de las palabras tiernas y los dulces gemidos.

Y tú me la llevaste, cruel y caprichosa,
antes de que pudiera ser madre o ser esposa.

Tú apagaste sus ojos y helaste su sonrisa,
y la arrancaste el alma, que se perdió en la brisa.

Yo te maldigo, muerte, porque tu mano siega
tanta vida temprana con inclemencia ciega;

porque en los rudos giros de tu lúgubre danza
asesinas las almas y entierras la esperanza.

¡Cómo siento tu ausencia, cómo me invade el frío,
cómo el mundo en mi entorno parece tan vacío,

tan inútil, tan lejos, desde que tú te fuiste;
y cómo me he quedado tan dolorida y triste!

Sólo la dulce imagen de tu gentil belleza
aligera la enorme carga de mi tristeza.

Pero cómo me faltas, y cómo yo te añoro,
y cómo noche y día te recuerdo y te lloro…


Fue al despertar el día, que sus ojos durmieron,
cuando los ruiseñores su canto enmudecieron;

Fue al despertar el día, cuando una noche oscura
se me instaló en el alma, y abrió mi sepultura;

Fue al despertar el día, cuando una lluvia densa
me inundó con el llanto de su nostalgia inmensa.

Pero yo ahora te pienso como un ángel callado
con eterna sonrisa que está siempre a mi lado.

Y al sentir que la brisa juega con mis cabellos,
sabré que es la caricia de tus manos en ellos...

My Dear Shell

Oh my!

How I try

Would you please die?

I'll be your bestest friend

I'll even give you cake

Wouldn't you call that a break?

What did you say?

No cake?
My dear the cake is not a lie
When you're about to die
What would the point be?

Its impossible can't you see?

                                           -Yes its him again... THAT GUY... JPA

I didnt write this but I liked it

I am thankful for...


by Nancie J. Carmody



...the mess to clean up after a party

because it means I have been surrounded by friends.

...the taxes I pay

because it means that I'm employed.

...the clothes that fit a little too snug

because it means I have enough to eat.

...my shadow who watches me work

because it means I am out in the sunshine.

...the spot I find at the far end of the parking lot

because it means I am capable of walking.

...all the complaining I hear about our government

because it means we have freedom of speech.

...that lady behind me in church who sings off key

because it means that I can hear.

...lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing

because it means I have a home.

...my huge heating bill

because it means that I am warm.

...weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day

because it means that I have been productive.

...the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours

because it means that I am alive.

Dictation

You have spoken an evil tongue

You have known power

to which you have clung

I am he who giveth

I am he who tells

the tale of Macbeth

I condemn you, foreigner

I condemn your life

and your pitiful mourners

You are the son of evil

You are deceitful lore

clouded by slim veils

Know what awaits you

Know what lays

Behold! Kthuluhu

                           -JPA



Shelob

Your soul is a spider
it's gone to my head
What can I do
but let it fall apart?
The danger is dire
the thicker the thread
Where can I go
away from your heart?

There's Blood in the Dark
There's Blood in the Dark

A villainous fire
that spreads through a shed
Why do you do
this dramatic art?
A crackling pyre
that runs black and red
How do I run
from your daunting dart?


There's Blood in the Dark
There's Blood in the Dark

                                      -JPA

Things Mothers Say

Brush your teeth after eating, I know you haven’t.
Eat the vegetables too, carrots are good for your eye sight,
Broccoli will clean your colon way better than chocolate and gummies will
Be good at school, don’t tease your classmates and do your homework
Play fair, and tell the truth,
Don’t be mean to people, you don’t wanna hurt their feelings
You never know what they can do to you.

When you walk out the house, walk with your head down
Don’t look up, and dont stare,
You never know who you’re looking at
Don’t say this, and don’t say that, and don’t say what your father works at
Don’t say how much money you have, and if asked, say a few spare change
You should not even talk about money in the first place
Watch out where you’re walking by
Don’t get in their way, don’t run into them, just don’t run into strangers when you walk
If you hear gun shots throw yourself to the floor right away, and as I said before, don’t look up

If you get caught...God forbid you get caught

What have I told you about looking too good? Don’t put on that watch, it looks new.
When we’re on the car look at all the sides of streets and lock the doors first thing once we’re all inside
And if you see big or fancy cars don’t stare at the drivers, as I said before, you never know who you’re looking at.
If you hear gun shots try to get under the seat, don’t let them see your head through the window
Before you walk out the house look at both sides of the street and across, make sure no mysterious cars are parked outside.
If you’re gonna go play outside...I’m sorry, you can’t, just stay home today...
Don’t play with fake guns, God forbid someone thinks they’re real

I know you wanna go out, but you can’t
Don’t hate me, I’m protecting you
Someday you’ll understand.

The Claymore

Suddenly I see my hands
laying on the barren sands
a reflection upon the shiny steel
an extention of my will
so powerful it cuts
so soothing it cuts
enraged and krass
gracious but, alas
no poison is less bitter
and no death can come quicker

                                       -JPA

Omega

I created a day without night
and it was good
then came man
and it was good
then came God
and it was man
I created a night without day

                           JPA

The Beginning

And it's over, now
before it began again
I do wonder who you are
                         -JPA

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"