•September 24, 2013 • Leave a Comment
In the moment between the dim of daylight and darkness, the cosmos stands quiet and patient -
As a nun awaiting the voice of god.
The instant is brief
But the satisfaction rendered
Linger upon the mortal as velvety thoughts of the afterlife.
Photo by Pablo Saborio: http://nihilisticpoetry.com/category/photography/#jp-carousel-6945
•September 22, 2013 • 2 Comments
Clean the city’s skin
Its buildings like necks of swans
Stretch out to reach the end of hungry souls.
Apples hang lazily in trees
Above the tracks -
We always want to go
To the inside of dreams and curl up
Like waves in the wombs of mothers.
Photo by Pablo Saborio: http://nihilisticpoetry.com/category/photography/
•September 16, 2013 • 2 Comments
You can’t refuse your own time
because everything is a succession of the past
and they who lived did as they thought best or baddest.
Now, conscience is a flower not planted in all
but we love even the crooked,
and all hearts has pulsating veins.
The eyes of babies hold nothing malicious.
of glorious angels.
Photo by Pablo Saborio: http://nihilisticpoetry.com/category/photography/#jp-carousel-6825
•August 28, 2013 • 2 Comments
What does your heart desire
young maiden under a blue moon.
Your flesh shivers,
your mind runs quiet.
There are mountains,
only mountains and eternity.
(Photo by Pablo Saborio Vargas - http://nihilisticpoetry.com/category/photography/#jp-carousel-6702)
•August 24, 2013 • 2 Comments
Below a cloudless cluster
You’ve unchained yourself
Roaming on the warm
Winds of Venus.
Made you lose
All the same.
Some friends don’t know you now
But you’d still remember
That you shaped
You still remember,
But remorse is a stone
Woven of yesterdays.
The Earth remains.
We however will
Crumble like little wings
In the moment of surrender
Will we then accept transition?
(Photo by Pablo Saborio - http://nihilisticpoetry.com/2013/08/21/the-ecstasy-of-water-abstract-photography/ )
•August 18, 2013 • 2 Comments
Life is like
a jelly unknown.
Within its realm swirl emotions.
However much we nurture these,
they grow or weaken accordingly.
While observing an emotion
and its reaction
somehow it becomes quite trivial, or so I found
today making an error,
feeling the sudden grip of terror.
The sky is above.
(painting by Pablo Saborio: