Heart Controller

Have I not seen a life form formless Void of emotions motionless? And if I become a soul examiner Dissecting a noun out of the heart, A colourful adjective to enhance A mind’s performance of a musical; A ritual within my inner core, So, have you seen a life form formless Void of emotions motionless? Wednesday, 26 th of August 2015

The tip of my pencil used to break And I would sharpen it, The ink of my pen used to dry out And I would replace it, The lined sheet of paper used to fill out And I would turn the page, The blank sheet of paper used to finish And I would grab some more, But not today, Not anymore, The pencil is sharp, The ink is not dry, The lined paper is empty, The blank paper is in the box, But never will I scribble – A letter, Or a word, Or even a sentence, Or a mind’s paragraph, Or a heart’s essay, The pencil is still sharp, The ink is still not dry, The lined paper is still empty, The blank paper is still in the box. Thursday, 20 th of August 2015

Inscribe on it the tears of society, To be sent on the edges of universe, Let this stamp be on postcards, Let it be on asylum seekers, Put on it few symbols of life, Water, trees, sun, or even birds, And as for the choice of colour, Let it shine the shades of humanity, And remove all those numbers and currencies, And leave but one word, In hope that every soul whispers it, As they stick this stamp on an envelope, Peace! Thursday, 20 th of August 2015

The mist gradually enveloped my soul, Natural cycles of life halted, Branches of trees snapped, Leaves on the ground hardened, My back becomes more crooked, To look ahead was to open wounds, To move backwards only eased them, But the drums of battle pierced my limbs, I had few breaths left, And no chance of survival, Then a being entered my curse, The dark mist on my soul lifted, The waters of life returned, Now, my branches towards the heavens elevated. Thursday, 13 th of August 2015

A familiar face and a familiar body, And another, a friend with another, A moment captured like his camera, Like at the park or this sunny arch, Another moment of beautiful breeze, Awaiting for the yearned reunion, My eyes sitting on a flight of stairs, And I blink while he produced a portfolio, The one with another for a gallery, And I blink with the rushing of the river, Background noises and pigeon visits, The dog of the homeless almost lost, The dance of the seagulls up above, Awaiting for the yearned reunion, And I blink at the lady with the violin, Solo on the cobblestones near the arch, Random kid running away from her father, Her contagious smile spreads all around, And my buddy arrives followed by the others, Many moments captured with a blink of an eye. Friday, 07 th of August 2015

O old chief of a willow tree, Feed your branched offspring, Angry weeps from my wells, Filled by forgotten headlines, I know few facts to share, Wounds hold us together, Dreams lift us together. Though wars only – Deepen our wounds, Shatter our dreams – My Form Crumbles O old chief of a willow tree. Saturday, 15 th of August 2015

Write me a poetic pen, One that ties in with a branch, Ink letters on my shoulders, Let it bloom into a rosy moment, Extinguish a candle for the smoke, And pin down the running pen, But not until all has been said, Not until the whispers dry out, Make a weapon there and then, For the tongue has be struck, Blue, green, black, and red, Thoughts shooting out like stars, Each to highlight a corner, Merging for a delightful portrait, About this little poetic pen. Friday, 07 th of August, 2015

Fly into me frisky birds, Tell a story about the sea, Alarm everyone about today, Spare me a wing or two, A flight of many moments, And fly into me ivy leaves, Fragrant my air with your colours, Write on my dense skin, Or through them light a dream, A treasure of many moments, And fly into me ancient branches, Send earth few whispers, Cover me a shade for my mind, Let rituals ascend into heavens, Or descend for many moments, And fly into me pouring rain, Get rid of the lungless smoke, Teach us a divine ceremony, And cleanse our youthful souls, A bless e d era of many moments, And fly into me shooting stars, Mesmerise my eyes with a painting, Or just light a night such as this, Fill it with many distant smiles, And elevate it into a single moment. Friday, 07 th of August 2015

Spiders creeping on my white fur? No, but a superficial tickly sensation, Her arms and her thighs I prefer, Something is racing, is that emotion? I walk slowly and then I start to run, I growl passionately for no reason, I have to say something, maybe a pun, Is this what they call a mating season? The lightbulb sparks over my head, And as a scientist I develop a hypothesis, Love is but a series of emotions on thread, And another male is definitely my nemesis. Thursday, 30 th of July 2015

Do the stars ever glitter for a shooting moment, Or do they do it out of their own beautiful nature? Let your ears twinkle as they listen to a storyteller, About a young passionate ready-to-be journalist, A heart whose beat beats in rhythmic elegance, Not for a selfish accidental snap of a finger, Rather an earthly hug to encompass us all, Sit around a campfire and listen to her whispers, Benevolence for a tent to keep you sheltered, Hike into the wildest forests to grow trees, And as the moon bestows its glorious light, We listen to poetic melodies behind bricks, And as we applaud loudly for another day, A shooting star creates this rainbow being. Friday, 31 st of July 2015

The eyes tickle and trickle a sight of beauty, Elegance in the shadow of her dark lashes, And his blink is only a fingertip’s distance, A muscular room, working out for a tickle, And trickle are their feelings crossing paths, A musical with romantic choreography, Her exquisite dress, vivid colours of royalty, His eyes dazzled at hers’ beyond compare. Thursday, 30 th of July 2015

Mira, tan brillante, la Estrella, Un corazón que late, amarilla Como un verano maravilloso, Me busca tu cuerpo hermoso, Revelando que te quiero. Miércoles, 29 de julio de 2015

To a being who is currently lost in translation, Try to breathe a lungful of a passionate emotion, Have a long walk into the waves of friendships, Accept them into many eases and hardships, Water your naked tongue for a fruitful season, Collect hugs and kisses for an obvious reason, Imitate a dance ritual for the yearned discovery, So that you can begin your absolute recovery. Maybe, just maybe, there is a need to be still, To avoid many created bonds reducing to nil, A week of immense rainy and stormy silence, Concentrating on ancient scrolls for a balance, Yet, symbolic stars will start to envelope you, Lost in translation with many codes to accrue, Deciphering your smiles and a beautiful stare, And to me you are truly a being beyond compare. Monday, 27 th of July 2015

Have you ever disagreed on a person? Imagine the lips dyed in vermilion, Sheltering a delicate soul elegantly, As if a cute dog that barks horridly At everyone, but once you approach With a hug, or even just a kind smile, Then she becomes a being meant To live in the angelic heavens above, Cold days turn into many dark nights, Except when calling out for her, Rescuing an ancient young heart, Bullies his witty philosophical mind, Only to let him crash on the floor laughing. Saturday, 25 th of July 2015

Curtains: wake up friends and foes For the eternal heavenly light Bestowed its vibrant sacred Face onto a full moon, Stars are giggling, Night is fading, Sky is singing, Wind is dancing, Sun is awaiting, Moon is touring, An infamous album, A portrait: a crescent In dimness, in brightness Its fullness: the eternal light Is just at a heartbeat’s length From the rebirth of earth’s stage, A cosmological orchestra on fingertips. Thursday, 23 rd of July 2015

Tap a string, The string of life, Connect with me, A nature’s aura, And accept others, To smile at life, At earth and sky, At the melodic harp, The whisper of strings, To reach our lips, For a gentle bite, A youthful harmony, From a golden harp, A sign of life, Of a heavenly friend, And a distant lover, Tap, tap, tap-a-tap, Tap a string, The string of life. Wednesday, 15 th of July 2015

To Wednesday, April twenty ninth, Seems like an immeasurable length, Freedom from time and mind, Hearts to soar high and find, One another, left and right, Life becoming extremely light, In the West of the land, In a lovely island so grand, To you I say: Thanks a million. Saturday, 25 th of April 2015

Why is it so hard to ignore the heart That trembles when I see her eyes? What form of language must I forget To create a speech void of emotions? Who should I meet to distract me From her smiles that melts mine? Where did my mind go leaving my Body in a fated passionate turmoil? When will I ever create a distance So long that the bonds fade away? How am I going to control a heart That was always hers’ to begin with? Am I going to remember this verse Even after years have gone by? Sunday, 22 nd of June 2015

Waves Tap into my beating heart To ripple a loving song Sent through many rings Of waves, in waves, Waves after waves, Infinitely devoting a reply To your delicate fingers That taps into my beating heart. Wind Swing your arms around the wind, And let it carry you far away, Swim beside the flying birds, Swerve your curves, Into an elegant stance, A dancing reply, To be carried by the very arms That swing around the wind. Thursday, 09 th of July 2015

Will the kings ever rise above a cumulonimbus cloud And speak some sense to the sky that covers their land? Or has the knowledge been removed from the crowd To teach us that once upon a time we were a grain of sand? Will the kings ever meet the commoners for a cup of tea And become an image of true nobility that does not decay? Or has nobility formed soldiers to mix blood with the sea To teach a supposedly sick society how to humbly betray? Will the kings ever show their true loving fatherly face And form a pact with us who hold them so dearly? Or have they started fearing our knowledge and race To never teach us our own magnificent history so clearly? Sunday, 05 th of July 2015