Heart Controller

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

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

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

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

The time slows as we rise through a nimbus cloud Into the heavens we sing an adorable ode aloud, And as you shine like a sun and as I your reflection, And as we show the world how to live in affection, We swim freely in a universal love we share together, We draw a smile. We hold hands. We dance forever, Then you show me a wonder of your greatest form, So magical that I hold you tight, our skins so warm, And with a slight twinkle from a not-so-distant star, I gaze into your eyes thinking how dear to me you are. Monday, 22 nd of June 2015

For the eyes to wonder in a book, And a chef teaches how to cook, Will we ever find a treasure piece? And forever live in a world of peace? For the eyes to explore another page About warlords and a wizard's rage, Such is the comparison of today's time, Rhythmic beats lost in an epic rhyme. For the eyes to listen in deafening silence, Rediscovering nature's magical essence, To let an apartment block in a major city Is to follow a materialistic life in self-pity. For the eyes to create a majestic drawing, And voices of birds merge into a painting, Juggling fateful footsteps as it sings, Spreading those royal angelic wings. For the eyes to tell amazing stories About a wise man in his mid-forties, Who lost his soul and a bit of his mind, And wrote this book about mankind. Tuesday, 16 th of June 2015

Once in a land not too far away, I searched for a tiny singing girl, She saw me then began to play, Voice of a bird, heart of a pearl, Dances, too, oh what a lovely day, As I leave, my soul starts to curl, Tears to shed, that is the only way, All of the memories, I should just hurl, And so I did, painful love I had to pay, Yet, something will always unfurl, Maybe, my eyes on hers’, it will lay, You might then remember that boy and girl, I saw her once again, but nothing to say, I became a well-known kingdom’s Earl, And I left everything behind but it may– My soul escapes my body to touch her pearl, She doesn’t remember me and so I pray, Her heart starts to sing, mine starts to whirl, Under the moon I want us to stay, For time has caused our fate to twirl. Wednesday, 27 th of May 2015

I soared over many cities, Neither hunting nor protecting, Just observing the humankind. My eyes touched many, To meet and to remember, Yet, only few pierced my mind. A filter created by the conscious, To mould creatures out of clay, Detailed sculptures designed. She overlooks my interest in her, I then ignore her presence for a while, Our eyes smiling, acting as if blind. Not a detective in profession, But sensing natural connections, So, I keep flying over her kind. A metalwork on her royal neck, Antique curves to resemble a bird, Golden ages when it was mined. Her foreign gaze now boring, I overlook the city and move on, Her figure fading, never to be shined. An abrupt ending, reader, I know, And so be it for I have sadly found: To move forward, many are left behind. The mind of humankind was designed to be blind, A kind to be mined for a show shined leaving all behind. Friday, 22 nd of May 2015

As I look into the human mind, I see a lonesome pulsating nerve, Enslaved for another to serve, And wishes to never become blind, I see him possess a little hope, But bullied to bury a loving heart, And to imitate a work of art, And get back to being tied in a rope, I see him a faceless portrait, And the pulse is lost beyond reach, A story to tell many kids to teach, I quit and draw my self-portrait. Tuesday, 19 th of May 2015

Is it not natural for humans to cry? Then why am I holding back in pride? What is there to mask or even lie? From whom am I attempting to hide? Will my whispers ever be able to say hi? Am I really feeling a heavy gloomy tide? Is my soul almost ready to forever die? And leave behind useless inks dried? To whom shall I weep and say goodbye? Who will walk over my grave after I died? On the deathbed, how will I lie? Curled up? On my back? Or my side? Will you, reader, be there to dry The voices of tears? And guide The people through the heavenly sky? So that everybody stays by my side? O reader, you may, one day, ask “why? Why have you not lived and tried To recreate a peaceful world? Or fly Towards the sun on a unicorn you ride?” O reader, you are a really innocent guy, So forget your dreams, put them aside, Because, to you, I will never deny The peace that was forever denied. Sunday, 17 th of May 2015