The Hands of Time

Dough of dust
The hands of Time
Carrying a jug of vital fluid
Pour life onto the estatic dirt
Forming a muddy mix on hold
Waiting for fermentation
For the hands of Time to 
Knead the dough of existence

From its fingertips
Time sprinkles spices and seasonings
Gently homogenizing the mixture
Squeezed between its fingers

Time molds the muddy recipe
Shapes and decorates
Delicatly lying it on the formworks of Earth
The hands of Time carry unestinguishable fire
To burn the firewood of vivacity
Explosively pokes the eyes for awakening

Time cradles its offsprings
With the rough softness of a gardener´s palms
Trimming the flaws and fertilizing our roots
Seeding knowledge and ripening the fruits of labour

Time picks the sweetness till it oozes
Adds sweetness to the recipe
And when the timer rings announcing the completion
Time gently removes the tray and lets it cool into maturity
Serving to the world another one of its treats
To some, tastes delightful
To others, sickening
But we have all been served
By the hands of Time

24/06/2016

3 Papers

Me and my neat organization
Me and my petty little papers
So nicely organized
All so identical
3 identical papers stacked identically
Light, Water, Rent
Light, Water, Rent
Light, Water, Rent
Light, Water, Rent
So useless
Such a useless waste
Of my organization and time
1 year´s passed by
12 stacks of 3 papers identically piled
I wait for 1
Then I pay 2
Wait for the next one
Then I pay 1
Then I staple, clip, stack
Waiting for the next month
While I wait for 1
To pay 2
To wait for the next one
To pay 1
To wait for the next month
So I can staple, clip, stack
Staple, staple, clip, stack
´Till I have a
New stack of 12 stacks of 3 papers identically piled
What a waste of time
What a waste of organization so nice
What a fucking waste of my precious time

07/06/2016

The Wilderness and Me

Silly me
Who has let people twist my mind

Silly me
For crying all the time
Silly me
Who could be a flower in bloom
Who could fly without a rocket to the moon
Who could be springtime in June...
And I let myself be
The green grass that gets stepped on
Becoming bald before the drought has arriveds
My force, all to keep
Some green patches alive
Any trees that may sprout
Are ruthlessly trimmed
And the pretty flowers
Picked, they more quickly wither
The colors of the sky that fill my eyes
Quickly obscured by pollution
And artificial lights
I have turned on a switch inside of me
Because darkness now reigns
My heart screamingly weeps
I can count on despair
´Cuz it sure doesn´t leave me
Except when I´m all alone
With the wilderness and me
The wilderness in me

05/09/2012

Water Poem

Everything is weird

Everything´s bizarre

What reality exists?

What´s reality after all?

When I smoke up all my senses

Get bizarre

I hear the noises, they awe me

They befuddle me

Make me akward

Bells of hammering

Non-stop working

In the middle of the full moon night

Hammering and chiming,

Work is time passing

Awkward feelings

All´s sensations

Unclear sensations of the physical rhealm

Unstable phases of my consciousness

I must stop

All

Sensations

Find deeper oceans of a thicker mass of water

Abyssal plain where the shale flakes down to rest on ocean floors

Darkness to enframe the glow of aquatic stars

Universe inside water

Outside

Flows of my mind

Still river

Still breaking rocks

Still wild and coarse

Carrying life

Carrying gems with glows of stars

Ride the river

Ride it wild

Then, let go, and let the river take is turn

Rocking me, bathing me, polishing my manners

What am I, crystal or sand?

I understand

A thing or two

Yet, in some days

Nothing makes sense

I take a chance

And I let go into that wild river

That sooner or later, will end up leading to the ocean

Past many rocks,

Maybe even encountering new ones at arrival

Making my way

To the vast and wild ocean.

15/01/2014

Ocean (F...´s Poem)

Vast and wild is the ocean
Totally untamable, the ocean
Unpredictable immensitude
The water that soothingly bathes
Can also carry quietly away
Among its splattering waves
Waves that hide me between their rise and fall
In springs of summer, or in winter falls

As a rising wave gently lifts me from my feet
Already it begins to break
Leaving no pause, another instantly lifts
Slaps my body without pity or rage
Simply for being a wave
Inconstantly unpredictable
Following only a most natural path
Without lectures, exposes to me what life, what love is

The ocean does not care for me
It simply invites me to ride its waves
Some I dive into, some I lay myself on
Like a mattress of white flowers that quickly fade
Some I´ve tried to catch
But I was only carried away
And some...
I just observe against a colorful fading sun
Touching me deeper than ones I have immersed into

Wild, savage ocean
Which no one can tame
My professor, my philosophy
Green, blue waves that soothe my beasts
The rivers in me flow inevitably
Towards this fundamental key
To understanding life´s mystery
Soothes my unstill heart
Rests my restless mind
Holds my tears of overwhelm
Like a mother, nurses my juvenile body

I am life´s, I am love´s
I am a drop of immensitude in the endless ocean
I am free, I am wild
I am an everflowing river
Directed through my path
Which will find its own course
I know where it will end
In the wild, untamable ocean

29/10/2012