The Periodic Poet

donde vive aun nuestro amor

periodicpoet — Thu, 17 Mar 2011 04:21:03 +0000

Era una lucha
Tenerte cerca
Lo sabía
Y lo hemos perdido

Nuestro amor vive
En la calle al lado del mar
De tu ciudad

Nuestro amor vive
En tu cuarto
El domingo por la tardecer

Nuestro amor vive
En el techo de tu casa, en la mesa de la cocina de tu padre

Pero se muere en la realidad.
Día tras días, lejos de ti y nuestra realidad que solo duró un año

Era una lucha
Tenerte cerca
Lo sabía
Y lo hemos perdido

O

periodicpoet — Thu, 14 Oct 2010 20:57:00 +0000

Riding on a sunset vespa

What a costly Valentine

Hidden truths are not and hurt

The ocean meets the rocky tide

All the words that fell like petals

Sweet and soft, now dry and old

Leave me now unless to tell me

You’ve been saved by grace alone

Al final

periodicpoet — Tue, 12 Oct 2010 21:42:00 +0000

la gota que derramò el vaso

pero en vez de una gota, una cascada

y por un vaso un corazón

sms

periodicpoet — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 18:05:03 +0000

un bisou sur ta joue
un bisou sur tes lèvres
un par de mots très simples
Qu’est ce que Dieu t’a créé doux!

un petit rêve

periodicpoet — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 17:59:54 +0000

dans les moments sans mouvement
je me tourne vers toi
je tends mes bras pour t’envelopper
pour te tirer vers moi
Mes bras
comme les vrilles
t’encerclent, tissent autour de toi
Tu fonds dans ma poitrine,
ta peau se mélange a moi
Nos joues s’effleurent
nos nés se frôlent
Nos paupières de papillons
L’haleine douce et chaude
tes lèvres
mes lèvres
on se goûtent le miel de nos bouches et….

Je me réveille

when we met

periodicpoet — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 02:25:37 +0000

people move, feel the music inside, release

crowd shifts and shakes to a rhythm thrown

free movement

dance in groups, musical community

dance with you. Who are you?

dance with you. Teach me I’ll teach you

smile and twist, bob and hop

closer embrace

dance with you. Who are you?

warm party

cold night

walk with me.

goodbye?

goodbye.

Late Autumn at SIT

periodicpoet — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 02:23:46 +0000

Carpeted hills

Brown road

Running down and fast

Orange rug beneath bare trees

My only release

periodicpoet — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 02:22:32 +0000

still and so broken

weight of a heart

not yet mended

wait for the healing water

cleanse me from the inside

out.

think and rethink

patience emergent

leaning towards grace

My only release

My mind’s all cloudy

periodicpoet — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 02:19:52 +0000

My mind’s all cloudy

Murmurs muffled and grey

Squint to see clearly

A break in the day

My heart’s all weighty

Music heavy and slow

Strain to hear clearly

This tune that I know

My soul’s all languid

Apathetic and weak

You bid me wake it,

Find the life that I seek.

You bid me wake it,

Find the life that I seek.

You bid me wake it,

Find the life that I seek.

A plea

periodicpoet — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 16:47:13 +0000