Ayi Escalona

Darkness creeps into the bluest skies
And alas, there are your words
The very essence and purpose
Of my day is about to begin
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O' damsel I caressed
Of sweet love i praised
the lass i sanctify
a goddess of my eye
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Like a thirsty man trapped in the sanctuary of thoughts
I tread in the tranquility of Hiroshima’s memorial of peace
There, I imbibe every frame of destruction
My innocence wandered to all corners faster than a child
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The roads are unusually silent
Like a tuneless music room
I felt so deaf to listen to nothing
Aimlessly I am drifted to no where
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How could I conquer the loneliness of night
When every spark of burning thoughts is pain
And this heart pumped tears and not blood
Shall I keep on weeping and wait for the wound to heal
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flickers of silver lights
traversed the skies
roaring like thunder's
glaring despise....
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The day is gone leaving scattered emblems
Of once picturesque skies
A cool shadow, flickers of gold
Shimmering beauty captured in vast thoughts
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there is no poverty in poetry: it is a rich world
of flowers
and magic, of images that imaginations create
a warm sun
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Cómo podría vencer la soledad de la noche
Cuando cada chispa de la quema de los pensamientos es el dolor de
Y ese corazón bombea lágrimas y la sangre no
Voy a seguir llorando y esperar a que la herida sane
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my longing eyes are deeply staring
at the lying empty bottles of wine
and not so far away, is a misty glass
in it, is a chunk of haply floating diamond
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i could get tired reading a novel
trudging through all the chapters
paragraph by paragraph
line upon line
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life is a paradox..
what you WANT
you dont get
what you GET
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It’s cold and dark everywhere
The clouds kissed the mountains near
The hungry rivers are shouting and swelling
Help! The grassland is drowning
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the door goes bang

he leaves
with no assurance that he is returning
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in these lonely summer nights
i occasionally place my bed
in the uppermost floor of my simple abode
it is directly underneath the skies
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Almost as if in mourning
I typed these words
Quite not precisely like mourning
Yet there is a deep sense of loss
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Not much of a time to recall
When days were young
And nights are filled with dreams
In my innocent life…
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The day is yet another blessing
In my simple life and with it
The joy of having thoughts from you
Is everything beauty has ever produced
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