Huntsman
From nature’s womb
Another huntsman is born
Within the woods
Another thorn
He preaches
In favor of his brothers
And of himself
Unwillingly we hunt
And skin our preys
Unwillingly we haunt
Them for eternal days.
October 2012
1 post
July 2012
1 post
For Whom It May Concern
It’s been quite a long while since i last posted something here, but oh, i was solving some problems, i was also suffering from a profound blockade. I believe it is gone now, so as soon as possible i shall fall to’t yarely!
May 2012
3 posts
She's a yellow belt. I'm a green belt. That's the way nature made it.
I was crying my eyes out
In a lightless alleyway wondering
Is my love capable of existing?
Life just wasn’t worth living
Untill the day i gladly laid eyes on that virtuous missy
The most blithesome thing
With a cherub face
Capable of unleashing the most profligate desires on a celibate
The neighbours stared astonished
As i grabed her hand
In the most natural way
An old gloomy woman
With a hateful tone, told me
“Man, pick someone of your own size!”
As she turned her back
I grabbed my girl by the wrist
And in a heartbeat, we were dancing again
Oh lord
It’s unavoidable
I was born this way!
Guiding my missy up stairs
On a darkened corridor
Anxious to cloy my craves and desires
As soon as Anelisse opened the door for us,
As quick as i could, i put my hands on her
…
Virtue
…
It’s what most atracts me on her
And it’s unavoidable
Lord, i was born this way!
She's a Flapper!
Oh, the urges, they seem so distant
And the youth’s uneasiness, it is so vile
Although i’m the older
My pureness lingers for awhile
But now
As i lie down
Nature blows somberly
A wind swept mystical air on my ears
My muscles contract
And i yank the flooring with my fingers
When i see you
With your juvenile aura
And your flapper actions
Can i put my hands?
Oh, i do know it’s wrong!
But when nature calls
I feel so human…
Hi there! How are things? Plan on writing any time soon? Hope things are well. :)
Hello! Things are going incredibly well, to my surprise. Thank you for your concern! I’ve been busy, so i haven’t been writing too often, but sure, i plan on writing soon, i have some things on my mind, i just need the time. Thank you for reading! And again, thank you for your concern! Hope things are well for you too! :)
April 2012
9 posts
Miss Flower and Her Two Husbands
Not knowing bread nor water
The boy lingers on the phone booth
The anomalies that surround him
Behind his eyes corrodes his sexual life
Miss Flower and her two husbands
Lacking competence and tenacity
The boy contemplates
The one who said to be religious
But yet keeps incestual relationships
She’s been all over his lips
Miss Flower and her two husbands.
Disordered Holding Hands
The man’s wounds are opened again
The stench of his oversight pervades the air
His desires will have to be put aside
But his disease’s trampling on him
He can’t hide
The anxiety that takes hold
His beloved is in the same cluster than him
All the hands lend to her
And the words that lead nowhere
It will never cloy
Hanging on every wall
Those eyes cry for him
Waiting for the slip that’ll bring them his fingers
Waiting to pass all the way through his body
Until his last gasp.
They Pointed Their Fingers At Me
A night out
Would be great
If i didn’t end up
Diving into my very own self
I’m sorry
If i’m sounding so vile
But i had such an awful day
My friends pointed their fingers at me
And said
“Pick up your clothes and get out of the playground!”
And my mother, oh, she said
“She doesn’t have coordination to play guitar and she just can’t learn french!”
Oh, love of mine, sometimes i do feel
I may be the monster i most fear
When i think of our moments together, i shudder
Although i miss you pretty oftenly
I’m so glad we had them
You’re so lovely sunny girl!
They can only shudder
When thinking on what they’d do to me
They can only wish
I was more than but a dream
A delusional, sexual dream.
I am nothing
But a man
Who’s a prisioner in its own body
With his heart and his mind
Oh lord, do bet,
They are the most nasty cell mates ever!
Today i woke up
Holding hands with the apes
My ego was gathering fleas on the ground
Everywhere i look there’s a sign of it
It was cold
And my hands were too big to fit the gloves
The benches were freezing
And i didn’t had a coat.
Bad Habit That Clings
Weakness described in his words
Fear of their knowledge takes hold
He struggles, but he’s pride’s been sold
How can i rest knowing myself?
Coldness is demonstrated, at last
As they show him figures of the past
And yet, he doesn’t feel love’s scarce
How can i rest knowing myself?
They hold his frivolous cold hand
And embrace him with care and good hate
Pushing him towards a far away land
How can i rest knowing myself?
Hello fellow followers
I have a message to you!
Don’t take everything i write literally, i’m just too ironic. :)
A Person Whose Life, To Me, It's More Important Than My Own
On the benches
I just couldn’t let go
Of that pretty girl
Her legs upon mine
Our arms entwined
I said
“Honey
Have i ever told you
How beautifull you look when violating graves?”
And she said
“Oh love, you say such awkward things
And i don’t know what it means, but it’s cute
And i love you”
I don’t have much in life
So why didn’t i let go yet?
Why didn’t i just let go?
I’m so very visced
And it makes me wanna die
I said
“Baby, i hope you know how to uncord a tie”
And she said
“But honey, you don’t even have one
Sometimes i really don’t get you, but that was fun
Your sense of humor doesn’t make the slightest sense
But i love you”
Oh why
I can’t just let go?
I can’t let go
I just can’t let go
A person whose life, to me, it’s more important than my own.
Hello! Thank you for following!
Oh, sure! I was reading some things you wrote, and i enjoyed it! :)
March 2012
5 posts
Nothing is
Or nothing was
Nothing
But a lonesome friend
That ate your silence
Than spilled it all over
The place
Opened Gates
The wind blowing
And the hand that held the winter
Were nothing but a mere misunderstanding
One last call
From the last divine
“That’s all…
… for now”
The thin branches
Carried the leaves
The most vivid, green leaves
It was hard to see
The thorns, sometimes, would slit my cheeks
And my arms
As i pulled the slender branches aside
As the days, months, years moved along
Marble and stone
Shaped what i longed to see
Right where i wanted to see.
Points
Girl
Such a delicate chin
Beautiful eyes
I put my hand between your thighs
Right bellow your window
Just for the thrill
To know how i’d feel
You said i was your man
And i ran
Boy
Dances like a God
Yet so vile
Ripping clothes
But when someone touches my arm
I know they mean harm
They always want me to lay and die
I wouldn’t be able to do anything
But cry.
Time
As we lay asleep she picks our nose
Closes the windows and laughs
She kicks the bulls in the shin
And watch as they go in a killing frenzy
Family life ruins
I watch from my cage, disabled
A hand held in the dark
Someone lit a candle, thank God
But the room is so dirty now
And whoever had the broom
Placed it two light years from us
And we’re chained
Thank God we’re chained.
1 + 1 = 2 January + Troubles Equals Ian and You
And everyone just turned their backs
It suddenly started but it will never end
No one heard when she cried
For loosing her belongings
She had a farm
And numerous human beings
No one heard when her hand
Broke her sister’s nose
Longing and barbarism
“It’s just a red, red rose”
And i
Well, who am i
and what can i do?
Their screams are deafening
But they have to take you
Somewhere where someone will listen to your cry
And say
“You can never let this girl sway,
we’re very sure she’ll astray”
But things will never go this way
Five more children will walk in the haze
After their minds squirm in your hands
But they don’t care and they won’t do a thing
And there’s nothing I can do.
February 2012
14 posts
your poems are deep and carry with them a sense of yearning, a kind of pain, a form of mirage of your own world and are beautiful in a way that's pure and uninhibited yet graceful...
Thank you, i’m sure that’s the best compliment/analysis i’ve ever recieved in my life, i love your writing, too bad i’m not that perceptive to say something quite like you said.
