== OF SHADOWS & CLOUDS (dime’s worth or chasing the dragon in my soul) ==

This month is my anniversary, my first year of blogging, so, I will be rebloging some of the first poems that I published, when I had only 15 followers … Enjoy.


I get lost in the shadows of

my mind

Demon shadows

Suicide shadows

Black    shadows


and white clouds.


Rain falling

over me

I ceased to be.


A renouncement.

            A reborn.


The most perfect sound

is the cry of the baby at birth.


Get out of my cloud

That only owned me

              And It’s so lonely

                      And It’s so cold.


A milliard of stars



in front of my eyes

And my body

a broken field.


I’ve got claustrophoby(a)

running through my soul.

A claustrophobic soul

and the people around me

all of you must leave me alone.


The most orgasmic moment

is when you leave this world

that is the personification

of the sublime poetry


and the Birth of the SOUL.

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I’m not a hippie

I met a girl the other day
some hippie that I used to fuck

when she was 16

and I was 21

(it’s legal, I’m not a pedophile)

added her in the facebook and tried to talk to her

(while I imagine how I did nailed her to my bed)

She don’t want to answer

even when the other day she told me

that she love me and

I proposed her to marry me

(Ok, she was high on drugs

while I was vomiting the wine)


I think

the problem is

that I’m not

a dopehead peace lover.


Acid Search

I search

the free spirit on fire

through deep abysms and



I look and there is

the monstrous serpent

                                  with 7 heads

               and 14 horns


King Lizard talking to me

telling me stories of lost tribes and

                                                   their shamans


The air turn






under a crimson moon

in the desert of

                      dead souls

in the sand of

                    the colossus


There a spider wearing leather

                          a rat wrapped on latex

                                   a golden cockroach 6 feet tall

                                                         eating the





The air is toxic

dreams dying around us

the vision of the sea setting on fire

we are one with the destruction

                                              of the planets

                                                  the universe

all life that existed and

will exist


No more


No more


No more


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                               No more

             No more  

                            [false reallity