Submissions by GBLJ09712 (Luis Cruz)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Every poem of mine you read is a short film that's been played in my head; I don't claim to have the master's touch required to brush all the strokes accurately enough so that they may portray what truly goes on in there, but I'll try.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Jul 2014 6:23am
28th Jul 2014 6:23am
The End
I was thinking of life
Its endless questions, and answers,
Its endless meanings: beliefs,
If one may call them so; delusions,
The way some others see it, or don't,
When maybe it's themselves (not the former)
Who have it all wrong.
And all the sides are mentioned in that tale,
That endless singing of a song that I've known
As far back as I can remember,
But that I'd never understood.
The songs sing of right and wrong,
Of brothers, stubborn in their strife
For overpassing, overturning, and surpassing, ...
Its endless questions, and answers,
Its endless meanings: beliefs,
If one may call them so; delusions,
The way some others see it, or don't,
When maybe it's themselves (not the former)
Who have it all wrong.
And all the sides are mentioned in that tale,
That endless singing of a song that I've known
As far back as I can remember,
But that I'd never understood.
The songs sing of right and wrong,
Of brothers, stubborn in their strife
For overpassing, overturning, and surpassing, ...
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2014 6:04am
14th Jul 2014 6:04am
The consequence
It's hard to devise all your signals,
Encoded through silence, treacherous under
The light that pierces through my eyes.
I hold in my thoughts, the same
Idea that, now idle, stranger gave me:
Each thing in the world has
A language of its own.
In my own language, to my defense,
I'll tell you this, all I think
I know: that I'm intrigued by
How you looked at me, yes,
But I'm perplexed about why.
Ridiculous platonic love,
At first sight, I noticed that quality,
That impossibility, my love,
And that no matter...
Encoded through silence, treacherous under
The light that pierces through my eyes.
I hold in my thoughts, the same
Idea that, now idle, stranger gave me:
Each thing in the world has
A language of its own.
In my own language, to my defense,
I'll tell you this, all I think
I know: that I'm intrigued by
How you looked at me, yes,
But I'm perplexed about why.
Ridiculous platonic love,
At first sight, I noticed that quality,
That impossibility, my love,
And that no matter...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2014 2:40pm
10th Jul 2014 2:40pm
The real cause
You probably don't know
That you stand so tall before my eyes,
That you are a beacon, shinning so bright.
You might think it's your voice,
Heard above the road so load,
What caught my glare and sprung my ears,
Seeking it. I tell you no, it wasn't so,
Your words, mere shadows are
Of what lies yonder,
Beyond the eyes,
Beyond the ears,
Where your mysteries are stored.
That you stand so tall before my eyes,
That you are a beacon, shinning so bright.
You might think it's your voice,
Heard above the road so load,
What caught my glare and sprung my ears,
Seeking it. I tell you no, it wasn't so,
Your words, mere shadows are
Of what lies yonder,
Beyond the eyes,
Beyond the ears,
Where your mysteries are stored.
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2014 11:17am
7th Jul 2014 11:17am
Normal, normal, normal
To whomever may read, think, or in any way sense
These blundering notions in my head, these utterances, words
That do little to tell what I feel. But, I'll try:
Kill me or leave me to die,
By all means let expire the expendable that is just one more
Convenient, conventional, comprehensible, comprehensive, comprehended individual.
And yet he realizes the stupid contradiction of first
Stabbing the equally stupid notion
Of individuality,
And now pledging to be different,
Even if it takes his life,
Which is the same to any...
These blundering notions in my head, these utterances, words
That do little to tell what I feel. But, I'll try:
Kill me or leave me to die,
By all means let expire the expendable that is just one more
Convenient, conventional, comprehensible, comprehensive, comprehended individual.
And yet he realizes the stupid contradiction of first
Stabbing the equally stupid notion
Of individuality,
And now pledging to be different,
Even if it takes his life,
Which is the same to any...
560 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2014 8:40am
5th Jul 2014 8:40am
Shameless Self Promotion
To give away for free,
To sell one part, one chip,
One scoop of your integrity,
To deny who you are,
To forget it completely.
Nothing good will spread from this,
Don't comment.
No, I wouldn't go back and not do it,
I simply don't feel regret.
Yes, this could be too a slap in the face.
You don't have to say much
To get heard.
No need to run to win the race.
Just get them on your side!
Shameless.
Self.
Promotion.
To sell one part, one chip,
One scoop of your integrity,
To deny who you are,
To forget it completely.
Nothing good will spread from this,
Don't comment.
No, I wouldn't go back and not do it,
I simply don't feel regret.
Yes, this could be too a slap in the face.
You don't have to say much
To get heard.
No need to run to win the race.
Just get them on your side!
Shameless.
Self.
Promotion.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2014 8:32am
5th Jul 2014 8:32am
Sorrounded
Imagine being born again
Into another world in which you lived
Next to nothing and to no one.
A desert land, desolate, forgotten.
Would you be pure?
Would you be wild?
The wild seems so pure, and the pure, so wild.
Here, I find myself surrounded, and I am almost completely
Unaware of the border between my own
Brothers and sisters,
And my own filth.
It is a myth, we are no such things
As individuals, we must rise against
The old conceptions regarding
Human nature.
Maybe in the portion of our ways
That keep savage and true,...
Into another world in which you lived
Next to nothing and to no one.
A desert land, desolate, forgotten.
Would you be pure?
Would you be wild?
The wild seems so pure, and the pure, so wild.
Here, I find myself surrounded, and I am almost completely
Unaware of the border between my own
Brothers and sisters,
And my own filth.
It is a myth, we are no such things
As individuals, we must rise against
The old conceptions regarding
Human nature.
Maybe in the portion of our ways
That keep savage and true,...
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3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2014 5:57am
4th Jul 2014 5:57am
My inspiration was here all along
My mind was a maze to my eyes, to itself,
And there, in my mind, I myself awakened,
She was a thought, a remembrance, of herself.
I sought her endlessly outside,
I fathomed the depths in the pits,
The heights of each pinnacle, I probed.
She was running all the while,
Without regard for mundane rambling, utterly unaware
Of the nightmares haunting me in the name of her absence.
To seek her, to find her,
But knowing when the shift happens,
To see and touch her, invisible, formless presence;
This is my sleepless quest, in essence.
In...
And there, in my mind, I myself awakened,
She was a thought, a remembrance, of herself.
I sought her endlessly outside,
I fathomed the depths in the pits,
The heights of each pinnacle, I probed.
She was running all the while,
Without regard for mundane rambling, utterly unaware
Of the nightmares haunting me in the name of her absence.
To seek her, to find her,
But knowing when the shift happens,
To see and touch her, invisible, formless presence;
This is my sleepless quest, in essence.
In...
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2013 10:40am
5th Oct 2013 10:40am
To Rose?
You are some old soul from the old world,
Did you know? That here there are those who admire you?
How you bare your soul,
How you tell us of your loving,
Your anger,
Your life,'
Rose,
You are still free...
Rise... Rise...
Did you know? That here there are those who admire you?
How you bare your soul,
How you tell us of your loving,
Your anger,
Your life,'
Rose,
You are still free...
Rise... Rise...
629 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2013 6:10am
4th Oct 2013 6:10am
Always
I always love that first hit,
I love how the still green weed hits my lips,
Then penetrates quietly into the depths of my lungs,
And, soon enough, it has entered my brain.
I always know that sensation
I recognize it not as something external.
This feeling is intrinsic; it has always been there,
And during the trip I can have it in all its splendor
I always have a good trip
For that feeling is freedom of mind and heart,
And so we are born till we are thrown
From the peaceful abyss of the womb
Onto the treacherous and perilous light ...
I love how the still green weed hits my lips,
Then penetrates quietly into the depths of my lungs,
And, soon enough, it has entered my brain.
I always know that sensation
I recognize it not as something external.
This feeling is intrinsic; it has always been there,
And during the trip I can have it in all its splendor
I always have a good trip
For that feeling is freedom of mind and heart,
And so we are born till we are thrown
From the peaceful abyss of the womb
Onto the treacherous and perilous light ...
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0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Sep 2013 5:58am
30th Sep 2013 5:58am
Desperate Soul-singing Man
It's an "all nighter" for me
Think about how I could love you
Have fate been slightly more different,
And yet, I love the life I have been given,
I love this tragic fate I'm living,
This sad song I am singing:
You're mine, but you're gone.
I say good night, I love you.
You stay silent, you...
I can't say it... I love you, I do,
Don't you see?
Don't you see what you still do to me?
All this time, all this time.
How a rotten love like ours,
That was never eaten, but that never felt ripe,
Lays the ground for some better...
Think about how I could love you
Have fate been slightly more different,
And yet, I love the life I have been given,
I love this tragic fate I'm living,
This sad song I am singing:
You're mine, but you're gone.
I say good night, I love you.
You stay silent, you...
I can't say it... I love you, I do,
Don't you see?
Don't you see what you still do to me?
All this time, all this time.
How a rotten love like ours,
That was never eaten, but that never felt ripe,
Lays the ground for some better...
682 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2013 6:36am
11th Sep 2013 6:36am
Amor fati
I live for these days when I can live the present,
These days in which I truly live.
I forget the pain and the past.
I deny the future, as if it were ephemeral.
Now, I might be fully wrong,
But I might, also, be half right:
These days time no longer is time.
But memory is always memory.
Mind shall always be mind.
These days my thoughts linger for a while,
Like a bird in the spring,
Like a bee looking for a flower without haste,
These days pain is no longer pain,
For it no longer...
These days in which I truly live.
I forget the pain and the past.
I deny the future, as if it were ephemeral.
Now, I might be fully wrong,
But I might, also, be half right:
These days time no longer is time.
But memory is always memory.
Mind shall always be mind.
These days my thoughts linger for a while,
Like a bird in the spring,
Like a bee looking for a flower without haste,
These days pain is no longer pain,
For it no longer...
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4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2013 00:39am
9th Sep 2013 00:39am
Dudas
Y te preguntas cuánto tiempo ha de pasar,
Cuántas puertas has de abrir y has de cerrar,
Para que la vida un día te la entregue.
No te preguntas cuántos tontos han de haber,
Que no se atreven a salir a recorrer,
Los asombrosos senderos del futuro.
Te recuerdas que es difícil, los matices contemplar,
Que es difícil sopesar y calcular,
El riesgo que compete a la aventura.
No te recuerdas de aquel que ya peleó, ayer,
Sin siquiera el horizonte poder ver,
Pues la gloria para él fue, la travesía.
Te derrotas, antes de ir afuera y...
Cuántas puertas has de abrir y has de cerrar,
Para que la vida un día te la entregue.
No te preguntas cuántos tontos han de haber,
Que no se atreven a salir a recorrer,
Los asombrosos senderos del futuro.
Te recuerdas que es difícil, los matices contemplar,
Que es difícil sopesar y calcular,
El riesgo que compete a la aventura.
No te recuerdas de aquel que ya peleó, ayer,
Sin siquiera el horizonte poder ver,
Pues la gloria para él fue, la travesía.
Te derrotas, antes de ir afuera y...
624 reads
1 Comment
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