Amnesia
We enter life without knowing anything, we know we exist after an amnesia, a blinding amnesia that seems eternal.

Nazism
In perfection we dream, a dream that takes us beyond divinity.
A master race that takes us to divinity, out of the horrors of pain.
Horrors of perverted minds, priests of death in search of beauty.
destroying the horrors of life, its imperfection, disease, ugliness
Priests of death, priests of a new religion.
At the end simple murderers and monsters of their own horrors and vices

fractales
Estar vivo, es algo tremendamente raro, si ya se diran uno esta vivo y eso es estar vivo, es ver que el tiempo pasa, y darse cuenta que uno no es mas que la eterna busqueda del presente existir en el futuro como presente, y es mirar que uno es algo tan efimero, que todo al final deja de ser.

todo se mueve el universo se mueve y nosotros tratamos de alcanzar al cambio, sincronizarnos con el fractal,  nada es simplemenet estar vivo y darse cuenta que nada es nada estar vivo y aun tener energia, es darse cuenta que el universo continua bajo el fuego de la realidad, ese fuego que consume el presente y lo hace cenizas lo hace pasado, saber que en el futuro uno ya es simplemente hecho pasado.

y todo se mueve bajo ese fuego, ese fuego esta en todas partes y todos estan luchando por seguir la sequencia numerica, el fuego de la realida consume la energia y nos deja exhaustos, tratando de obtener mas energia para continuar en el presente.

Y miramos al futuro y estamos ciegos, mas ciegos no podemos estar no podemos ver nada, solo espejismos que uno quiere llegar a hacer sin embargo somo ciegos al futuro, apenas podemos ver el presente y escazamente mirar hacia atras.

Amor y una esposa

Dulce sonido, dulce amor que la muerte no se lleva

mi amada esposa, donde esta esa paz que me alegra

Si mi amada y hermosa esposa,  arbol de vida eterna eva.

Tu me dices las voces de la eternidad y el camino eterno

Tus maneras alegres, tu ademan tan tierno.

 

En ti pongo mi vida mi esperanza y alegria.

 

En ti pongo mi esencia, tu mi amada esposa

En ti mi eternida reposa en tu maravillosa rosa.

 

Que es eternidad no lo se, que es muerte? tampoco

Mi sabiduria es escasa, mi vida fugaz,  tu mi unica propiedad

 

tu mi dulce flor perene no eres eterna, ni siquiera perfecta

Pero tu por tu belleza entre tanta hermosura has sido electa

Entre tanta tragedia me comunicas con todas las generaciones

desde un extremo de la eternidad al otro.

 

 

 

 

 

light

Death is fear, fear of darkness and suffering

Pain, suffering, toil where is paradise?

We do not live forever, we do not live forever.

 

we toil from morning to morning. 

And some day we die, we die.

Evil blinds us, suffering blind us

But light some day shows us

Love is eternal, love is eternal.

 

We toil everyday with our problems.

We endure disappointments, betrayals

Fears scare us and we long for peace.

out of the false religiosity, out of hatred

we long for peace, for peace, peace.

 

Light is there beyond our pains

beyond our fears, beyond all evil

evil is stupidity, a lie, trying to kill us

trying to makes suffer and cry

 

But eternity is love as those who have died

and are alive in heaven.

 

We hear of wars, plagues, unemployment

we heard  of unjustice of pain, or represion

but paradise is beyond that pain, we hear of hatred, 

Of political divisions, of mental sickness, of depravity

but heaven is beyond that fear and pain.

 

We have to endure evil unjustice and arrogance

 

we toil many years only to die and see many generations

come to the mud once more, heaven is beyond that

 

torture and sickness violence and poverty

we toil for nothing because paradise is beyond that.

Now Playing: My time

Those who borned before me, never knew me

Those days i never witnessed, those days i never saw

I am here in this time real and solid, real and alive

Tomorrow a dream gone, tomorrow i will be a ghost

Who will know my dreams, my love for life?

 

Tomorrow nobody will know me i will be at the most bones.

We are no more than the link to other generations.

We are just a link in life, a sound in many tones.

Go through the Universe and see it all, all the constellations.

 See the light and colors, the stars, the atoms, light.

for ever love the universe, for ever love eternity. 

 

meaningless

        A poem to the abstract

 

Meaning are exchanges, cause and effect

Pain and pleasure, suffering and joy

Of destiny i know i am a toy, an alive toy

What is the universe? what  is perfect?

we are simple relative positions of reality.

Nothing has meaning by it self

 

Be outside the world and become an expectator.

Go! go and see everything naked as it is cold as it is

Abstraction would be your pain, meaningless our joys

Be outside the world, the pain senseless meaning it destroys

 

 

As a number as a probability, as the color black.

Outside the universe, outside reality, outside existence

Be outside the world, beyond, beyond existence, free, free

And forever understand all.

 

be outside everything, be outside all cause and forever love.

be outside the world, without begining or end, without infinite

And i cry and i am scare if the world is a dream

Listen my lover my shrieck, my pain, my scream

 

If i could know it all, if i could see everything  beyond the universe

If i could understand existence, i could be outside all this all.

And you could hear my scream and call, my desperate call

Who has lived has loved existence, who has lived has wondered all.

 

A poem to Molly

 

 

 

Once i met a woman, i wished her to be my wife

years passed and in my loneliness and striffe

  i asked what is  her meaning in my life?

 

Was she smart? did she ever kiss me?

My loved Molly, sometimes i hate her

Sometimes i would had wanted to kiss her

She paid my love to her with ingratitude

Told me about her lovers, answered me foolishness

but always she was there, as a lover beyond time and distance

I wonder are you my real love? dear molly why you did run away?

 

 

My molly is not smart, niether bright, sometimes she is shallow

She does the things i do not want, the things i do not allow

 

But she is always there and i like her, and i keep wondering

why you are not here with me? i love you my dear Molly

Not because you are what i want but because you are my friend.

I never want to loose you, i need you and miss you to the end

 

I would liked to be eternal with you, mix our blood

But you are there as a mystery once i met.

Now just a voice in the internet, yeah in the internet.

 

My dear molly why you left me, why you are not in my bed?

why you are not the mother of my children and my wife?

were you meaningless in my destiny and in my life 

or are you my eternal lover since the creation of the world?

 

 

 

 

 

 

          POETRY 

                   To a Mother that has died

 

 Days passed and i miss the days i was a kid

Dear Mom i can see those happy days

Your love was so good never i will forget 

Now the sun is going, it is the sunset

Dear mother you are no more, i miss you

 when  i can see my dear mother again?

You are dead, your blood pumps in my vain

When i can see you again? Mother can you feel my pain?

you`re dead, you are no more 

I see the old  pictures of your childhood

 i can remember the happy days in our neighburhood

i cry my dear mother i see you in dreams

i can feel you in the rivers, forest  and streams

but i can see you no more mother i will never forget

I know you really loved me, you never despised me

 and i cry until my death will i see you?

 

 

Poetry

 

 

   The atheist dreams

 

 

Thinking what is existence the human soul wanders

Contemplating life,  reason, hell and the universe wonders.

thinking that we`ll be forgotten as if we never had existed.

never to see a beautiful day, never to feel the sun

What is that fear of death? what is that fear of dying?

The atheist response was: " we are a random event that never will ever exist again"

We know that eventually we will die one day

All morality is subjective the atheist might say.

However we might cry to think we might never exist again

to think all was in vain, all our toil, work and joy in vain .

 

All our love was in vain erased by the pass of time.

No punisment, no regret for any evil or for any crime.

 

And we cry to see our life fades away,

and we`ll never exist again.

we will never enjoy the dusk in may

 

There must be a light, a light in this darkness, a light of love

There must be a hope in all this chaos of reason

and a punishment for all evil and treason

The grave must not be the end, all this toil must have a meaning

we can not scape the punishment of our evilness becoming nothing

 

They say life is a dream without reason

we are puppets of fate in the irracional maze of destiny

Being aware that we exist, aware we will die

we ponder is not the universe alive?

  

we wonder  is the end of all our toil and love, the grave?

never exist again never see the ones we love

and our bones bleaching without us in a coffin,  in the sea or  a cave

all the pity is the loneliness all the pity is not love again. 

That is the real sadness that is the atheist real pain.

Those who love, love eternity, long for beauty and life .

Those who love, love justice, because justice is love.

Existence the great mystery, i never asked to be

but i am, before i was lies a mystery of nothingness

any way we will die and before us lies ahead eternity or void

but i want to live again forever, i want to love and see

again those who have already died and i love, where are thee?

 where are they in the sea of time?

 

All i know is at the end destiny brings justice

Infinity is a mystery and love is eternity

What am i? i can not know why i am?

all i know is i exist and others exist.

All i know is there is a goodness in the universe

and the universe is love, eternal love and living reason. 

can the universe be aware of it self?

We are a fractal of the universal conscience

All i know is there is a God