No Nombŕe

Hay un nombŕe que no me posee
Unión no e pertenceer
Por siempre y más creemos
Sólo nos pertenecemos
               ________
El amor no esuma cosa para tocar
Creando nuestros recuerdos
Eso parece implicar
Sólo nos pertenecemos
               _______
¿Puede ser tan fácail, amor?
Que para vivir volvamas
Adonde está todo primor
Y siempre nos pertenecemos

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There is a name that does not posses me.
Togetherness is not belonging.
For forevermore, we believe
We only belong to each other
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Love is not a thing to touch
Creating our memories
That seem to imply
We only belong to each other
                    _______ 
Can't it be that easy, love?
That to live we return
To where everything is fine
And we always belong to each other.

Transmutation

Savored sensations
Sliding slowly, sensuously,
Succeeding in assaulting my body 
Driving me increasingly mad,
Making my memories meander,
Musty, misty memories
Caught in time's bitter embrace
Embarrassing how this happens
Each time, every time
Even when I know you intend to stay
Joy turns to pain,
It's transmutated
Chemical, physical and beyond
And those savored, sensuous, slippery, sensations
Are now only memories
Made and forgotten

Blank Page

Blank Page

The light of your smile

Of faded kisses

Brings memories of long ago days

When time had stopped for just one moment

And only we two lived

The air was heavy with potential

I breathed in time with you

Suddenly with a snap

All was gone

Left with a memory

Like a faded photograph

Slowly leaking ink

One day all it will be

Is a blank page

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Turnstiles of Time

Will you miss me when I’m gone?

When the dust clears

And the smoke settles

Will the memories fade?

As the lights dime

And the curtains close

The people pass through

The turnstiles of time

I want to leave my mark

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Reaching Toward The Stars

Time is short

Let’s seize what we can

Some people’s tomorrow never come

It’s enough to live now

Have what we may

When the starlight reaches us

It may already be gone

It lives on through our memories

Infinity and divinity

Touches our small souls

Brief glimpses on the immortal

We beg and borrow

Never knowing where it will be snatched

If you wait

Tomorrow’s dream may disappear

Bring them love

Let them grow

Hand reaching toward the stars

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Patterns

Such patterns as one would see

On a butterfly’s wings

On seashells

In the intricacies of a snowflake

Can be found

Everywhere

All around us

If we are but observant

What do you see?

This line of poetry

Does not rhyme today

But there is a time

For every purpose

Some time we reap

When the information

Is sewn, secured, stitched, spun

It forms a spiral social web

Everything touches

As long as one remembers

How the puzzle pieces fit

You will do fine

Unlock the door

To your secret archive

The Library which catalogues

Your innermost dreams and desires

Everything you ever learned

All your memories

Are Precious