Saturday, March 27, 2010

Gas After Drinking Soda

Dust Platform memory

When the umpire
was silence, when we begin to deceive

other deceptions, when we bit the questions

that poisoned our mouths,
when the picture began to darken
our mirrors,
when you
sand and you turned me into mist night
when I stopped looking at you through the glass

heart and you cling to hope,
when, inevitably,
forked our way,
When we became
tree and I into a bird, I screamed your name

and responded oblivion,
and I was speechless, and you're out
voices, when you blew the flame

of deep desire, and your words were

stings and my words graves ...
When finished your calendar
while mine was just starting, I decided not to bleed
more
and were still full of bullets,
when I loved you so much that I died
and never perceived,
and waited for your salvation,
and you took that day free,
and had to save myself.
When the waves gave
dried and the shore, when they fell
everything
bands announced
all over.







Bernabe Jiron
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Sunday, March 21, 2010

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The message between the lines ... Caricia


... And in my eyes
discover the wishes crowned by name, and be

mine for a moment, a vast wind and fire,
and grace to write the epitaph
the grave of my sorrows
defense will no longer here, there will be no vacuum
me.





Bernabe Jiron
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Saturday, March 20, 2010

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I have washed my hands, my mind

comes from exploding into fire and brimstone
as an ancient volcano. I have my heart covered


the shadow of love I've created,
the kiss that never delivered,
of the shadow of my shadow
the fire of my mind
volcano in the morning burning in the fiery
loneliness.
My country is freedom and its flag flies

and the brightness of my eyes, my blood

galloping strong and fast through my veins,
by my banks, for my tracks.
I have music going through my ears, like a hundred

birds traveling together in the evening.
And I have all this heat in my chest as clay

waiting for your hands as a craftsman.

I have everything to give just a little tenderness
in return ...



Bernabe Jiron
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Labyrinthine-Mind Shortcut


No more gadgets than my eyes,
already tired, and listless,
no longer look,
I looked for a fugitive of non-destination
in the recesses of some
inhospitable barren garden.
But what was there
more than a barren garden,
more than a gaze without eyes,
more than my soul
perhaps asking for asylum in the wings of a bird infinite
a story gold
pieces of a story
only brings pain and death
to death?
I know that still inhabit this space
tired words
be hidden behind words that say nothing at all, loves
tired of being tired
love if not love, be love
dying in my always taciturn
lines in a direct line to death ... I know that this
space
own self-aware, more than
consciousness that gives
my own conscience when you go to a
space to rest my hopes
aware of all the frightening reality.
I know that's where
'm definitely now
where I'll stay to rest
to lose total awareness of myself and recover
gaze.





Bernabe Jiron
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Friday, March 19, 2010

Phone Service For Asterix

Parallel


star is flooded room,
perception and sixth sense
get drunk,

my fault for leaving the door ajar to allow
escape my soul.
is the same postal
repeated, but the receipt

most beautiful ever, different.
is
my back garden full of flowers and garlands,
is my gateway
full of thorns and ghosts. There
curtains spotless

had a path made of warm sand and shells, there was a universal sea


falling from another galaxy to the edge of my lines
in flames.
hand opens fully
astral travel, dropping like rain

my diamond salt,

releasing a love that used to be stellar ...

come to my throat throbbing notes of another,
want to enter, like sonar,
be like autumn leaves
that the squares are gone.
Evaporate the body, every particle of atom
separates,
when the room is filled with stars

wanting to let go of my soul.