Of flesh and blood Opened by scars The inner fluids Rush. Words Thrown on the wall As if calling For a last gasp. If one of the brightest facets Of beauty was Rhythm of a sentence. In Art, The quest For surpassing balance. -Christian Gastaldi
You. Me. The others. We are built from paths With roots in infancy. Mine are salty. What about yours ? Are you also at home in cities that lay along the coast ? Are your cells made of the same elements as mine ? Do we speak the same unspoken language ? Do we share the same absence of gods ? Do our skins like the heat of the sun ? Memory is a path…
Step 1 line a pan with wisdom wrapped in riddles set your oven to the temperature of thunder Step 2 Fill a small pot with too many emotions and thoughts it may overflow but that’s okay simmer and stir until clear Step 3 In a bowl add one part truth and two parts lies mix until you no longer know which parts are which then add a pinch of stardust Step 4 pour each mixture…
I know there are days when the art in your veins doesn’t flow quite the same as it did yesterday and the thoughts in your brain all seemed to fade and I know there are times where the worlds in your mind are covered in grime and the map, you can’t find and you can’t seem to rhyme no matter how hard you try but storyteller don’t stress poet please don’t forget your tales need…
Yo siempre le he tenido miedo al espacio, Le tengo miedo a la inmensidad, a lo incierto. Pero desde que vi tus ojos, el miedo se va perdiendo; En tus ojos veo el universo, veo las galaxias, Veo todos los colores y la inmensidad. Veo tu belleza y empiezo a apreciar el universo; No niego que aún le tengo algo de temor, Pero poco a poco este se va perdiendo, Y en su lugar va…
From the LOVE TRIPTYCH Indeed I know the face of love, so fair is she, a dame brought forth by Heaven’s hand, delightful so was it to see such rare and lovely eyes no god might comprehend. Twas twice at dawn at which I begged, “fair Love, so long was it since last I met a soul so warm and sweet, fair Love please send a dove so bright that I might find my love…
From the LOVE TRIPTYCH In solitude, as recluse among thought and fear, reluctantly I am put Begrudged so but, in some recess, perhaps, for want as such Let it be true, by truest will of God, that I was lonesome so, For such is wholly true and yet, true as the grave and true as all else True as such is that I have met a great Love One so great, I might hope I…
From the LOVE TRIPTYCH Atop a hill adorning drear, where not all is live but not yet is all dead, where children may have once come to play in antiquity, where lovers might have long ago sworn of forever, where once a life may have been idly lived, now grows a lonesome little Vine. To live alone is drab, of course, for her, lorn is it to live as only her, with not a mother…
He could not leave, he knew that she was special He knew that no one would ever love him like she could have He knew that although she may never be his – in this lifetime, he still wished to be a part of her life…somehow He knew that she could never be replaced Knowing her was a blessing Not having her was a curse He sometimes despised the fact that she was happy…
She wore her scars the way the night wore stars Her boisterous presence cheerfully lifted the gloom the way the sun gleefully sets for the moon She oozed of confidence like a bursting cloud just as refreshing as a misty rainfall With a heart as delicate as a dandelion she harboured love as deep as a canyon Her glance could trap you like the mystique of a black hole travelling timelessly like a…