The blood pumping
through my veins
or the thoughts
that can’t escape my brain.
-What is it
that makes me believe
that the world around me
isn’t all that it seems?

I look beyond
what’s plain to see
and open my eyes
to what could be.

So many others
hold their eyes closed
and to what I know,
they’ll never be exposed.

Keeping their vision
planted too firmly in reality
restrains their growth
and erases their morality.

For all they see
is all the cruelty,
what’s real, set in concrete-
instead of all the possibilities.

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The Storm


All the time I feel the air.
Breezing by, everywhere.
Can it feel me? Does it notice me?
Does anyone, anywhere really care to see?
Everywhere I go, there’s no feeling of space.
Free from the toxins that impale this place.
Gone are the times of solitude and innocence.
Here is the now, the age of dissonance.
I walk among the reckless and the recluse.
Just those who are already stuck in the noose.
Kindly floating by, observing society.
Listening to the lack of sincere propriety.
Missing their voice, which got caught in the wind.
Nothing’s right, we’re trying too hard to blend.
Only to discover it’s us who are the plague- blurring among the faces, all too vague.
People who fall to greed and lust,
Quiver so slightly in the air like dust.
Rising through the storm are the few.
Sickness has settled on us all like dew.

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The Abyss


Reaching across the barrier
into the darkness.
Blind to the forces
congregated in the abyss.

Faces emerge
through the obsidian air
but to what they are,
you are unaware.

Demons that lurk
in the depth of the night?
or figments
that have escaped your mind?

Your eyes closed-
and your hand extended.
Facing those fears
that remained suspended.

Suspended- in the back
of your wandering thoughts.
Just floating above
that line you’d never cross.

But here you stand-
on the edge of innocence and sin,
questioning where one ends
and the other begins.

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Rosa Amarilla

Eres una Rose hermosa
enérgica con fragancia embriagadora,
que hechiza y seduce,
enloquece y contamina
con el venenoso aroma
que suspende en coma
y hace desmayar por tu esencia.

Tu Amber glorioso y esplendoroso
de tu renuevo,
impulsa a saltar intrépidamente
para asegurarse al él.

Las espinas desgarradoras de tu
tallo espectacular son como
el dulce sufrimiento encantado
de mí ser; un tallo escultural,
hermoso, deleitoso,
apetitoso que induce aferrarse
a él con todas las fibras del universo.



Nigri Draókos
Psicofilosofía Urbana (c)1980
Copyright 1980 JoeAbbis ICP

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Mamma Testa!

Hace no demasiados años, unos veinte o veinticinco, buscando no sabía exactamente qué en los papeles de mis padres, encontré un documento singular.

Era una credencial con la fotografía de mi padre, el esta muy serio,y muy muy joven, mirando al frente, con todo su cabello oscuro y su juventud, e incluso hasta bien parecido

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