DREAMS OF FEAR


Close your eyes to your doubts
and open up your heart.
Let your dreams guide the thoughts
that are now tearing you apart.
Don’t discard those illusions in life,
once fear possesses you whole.
Submit yourself willingly to its force,
let it melt…form a part of your soul.

Let it bathe your spirit, caress your senses,
intoxicate your soul…leave you reeling.
Let it undulate and slowly work its way
to the very depths of your being.
Only then can you measure love,
happiness, joy, the value of mirth…
Only then will the substance of your dreams gain merit,
attain their true worth.

Such is the way to master this erosive,
ever-consuming power of fear,
Learn to possess it, control it,
to cherish it, learn how to hold it dear.
If we can overcome the pain, the anguish
that love so often leaves behind,
What is so special about fear,
that we run away whenever our door is does find?

Juan/97

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MOON

 
If I were the moon…
I’d stop all wars
with my reflections in the ocean.
 
If I were the sun…
I’d melt all weapons
with springtime rays.
 
If I were a river…
I’d bathe hatred
with crystalline smiles.
 
If I were the rain…
I’d soften hearts
with poems of love.
 
If I were a man…
I’d scream "PEACE"
until my mouth was dry.
 
If I were a god…
I’d open my eyes
and my ears to the wind.
 
But I am only a child…
that trembles,
suffers in silence,
while the few
bathe in gold,
born of blood and torment.
 
David Alejandro (May 97)

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EVERLASTING NIGHT

If all would lead their lives in love's decree,
then hatred and mistrust would never be.
But soon as once is set our little light,
then must we sleep one everlasting night.
 
Let peace proclaim the love of endless age,
while mind and heart continue in their fruitless rage;
for fools do live and waste their little light,
and seek with endless pain one everlasting night.

Juan/83

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LOST IN THE CROWD

Patient endurance
possessing my soul,
nothing in wanting
a life with no goal.
 
Hope and devotion
the good may gain,
I am but worthy
of passion and pain.
 
Love-giving gifts
suspicious and cold,
straight from the heart
of this I am told.
 
Darkness again
this part we play,
but just as the night
it too shall pass away.
 
A dream it was…
hollow inside,
drunk in excess
of love and pride.
 
Scarce from tears
could I refrain,
closing my eyes
so the drops would abstain.
 
Lost in the crowd
of this I am sure,
I look in the mirror
your reflections endure…
 
Juan/91
 

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THE SUBSTANCE OF REALITY

Those images that surge within my mind,
Which life to logic and confusion give,
Are all unleashed when stars touch skies divine,
For through the black cascade do all thoughts live…
 
My mind becomes the core of life itself,
From which take birth the essence and the breath
Of all impressions past and present felt,
Which come daybreak -extinct of life- join death.
 
And thus my lack of consciousness reflects
The inner anguish and the agony,
Which so the common intercourse infects,
Subsisting on it’s source…anxiety.
 
It’s dreams, the substance of reality
Which brings me back to such tranquility.
 
Juan/80

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FOR I HAVE LIVED TODAY
 
God has wisely hid from human sight
the dark decrees of pending fate,
and sown the seeds in depths of night,
where mortals search to soon and fear too late.
 
Enjoy the present smiling hour
and put it out of fortune’s power.
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
he, who can call today his own.
He who secure within can say…
Tomorrow do your worst, for I have lived today.
 
Be good or bad, fiendish or divine,
the joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not heaven itself upon the past has power,
but what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Juan/84

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THE ROTTEN BLEACH THEIR FORM

Moral-Moral-Moral
Moral-Moral-Moral
 
Stenchy circus
swordsmen
dictating us norms
of behavior,lies
swarms of good intentions,
but in the end
fallacies and lowly passions.
 
Negotiators of rags
executives of rope
twisted holy men
household cockroaches
directors of failure
programmers of foulness.
 
All of you.......
Are castrating
that small eternity
that is today.
 
You can all go
with your stupid fears
to the eternal hell
of your own bullshit.
 
Ruven/97

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ENLIGHTENED

ENLIGHTENED
WE ARE.
CONNECTED
WITH THE
DIS-TANCE.
ASCENDING SPARK
OF
FAITH!

(Flavia/97)

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SOL - ITUDE

WE MUST GIVE BACK
THE TIME
TO THE EARTH.
IT'S TIME TO DELIVER.
RETURN - ROOTS
AGE - LIGHT
AGE OF THE SUN
SOLITUDE...

(Flavia/97)

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THINK OF ME

-I think of you from daybreak
just as I open my eyes.
-I think of you,
during the whole course of the day,
you are my comfort
in the hardest moments.
-I think of you,
in my dreams I see you
and rest knowing that you exist,
I know you......and you are near.
-I think of you,
you are my whole existence,
the balance in my life.
 
I love you in the strictest sense
of the word…
- I give everything asking for nothing in return-
Ruven/97

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YOU

IF WITH MY HANDS I COULD TOUCH YOUR LAUGHTER,
IF WITH MY EYES I COULD SEE YOUR SOUL,
IF WITH MY MOUTH I COULD KISS YOUR STRENGTH,
IF WITH MY EARS I COULD HEAR YOUR BODY,
IF WITH MY NOSE I COULD SMELL YOUR VERSES,
I WOULD BE HAPPY.
 
BUT MY HANDS NEVER SAW YOU…
MY EYES NEVER TOUCHED YOU…
MY MOUTH NEVER HEARD YOU…
MY EARS NEVER SMELLED YOU…
MY NOSE NEVER KISSED YOU…
 
EVEN SO,
CAN BARRIERS BE PLACED ON LOVE?
CAN WORDS BE USED TO DENY
WHAT YOUR HEART SCREAMS?
 
IF YOU MUST FLY, FLY
HIGH, MIGHTY AND HAPPY,
BUT DON'T DENY
THAT SOMEONE LOVES YOU,
BUT DON'T DENY
THAT YOU ARE IN ACCORD.
 
Paco (June 97...after the storm)

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THE PHOENIX

Ardent and consuming,
scorching
the tumor…
hypocrisy,
insensitivity.
 
The fire
in your blood,
your hands,
…FREEDOM…
 
Atomic explosion
of joy...
to live...
to FEEL!
 
Bonfire,
of dreams,
of hope.
Radiant...
burning...
charring
the hate,
the fear,
the uncertainty
to be re-born.
 
Of your ashes I will deeply breathe,
feeding my fragile dreams;
renewing my spirit
in the love of mankind.
 
Juan/97

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BETWEEN STEEL AND WOOD
 
(this poem is dedicated to one of my namesake friends…Juan II :-)
 
Between steel and wood
shooting stars
dance in your space;
cosmic tools,
in eternal construction.
 
From your fingers sprout colors
piercing the night,
like howls in the wind;
with petals of roses,
-thunder that demands a scream-
you strum your song.
 
Between steel and wood
your notes do glide;
infused with rhythm,
you hypnotize the soul...
leaving drunk
the thirsty heart.
 
Through the infinite tunnel
of hope
your echo is heard;
the harmony of your guitar...
the passion of your dreams...
 
Juan/ 97
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BROTHER SUN
 
YOU RISE
LIKE THE SUN…
-RADIANT-
YOUR WARMTH
CARESSING
MY SKIN.
 
RAYS OF PENETRATING
TENDERNESS,
EMANATING
FROM A SOURCE
ENDLESS…
ALWAYS
STEADFAST.
 
Juan/97

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I FEAR
 
I fear, with a smile, to end your seriousness
I fear, with my lips, to dry yours
I fear, with a sigh, to wither your love
I fear, with my touch, to make you numb
I fear losing grace
I fear shattering your sweetness
I fear loving you
I fear falling in love with you
I fear losing your love
I fear your absence
I fear not seeing you
I fear not hearing you
I fear losing you
I fear not being loved
I fear, only fear, not having you.
 
Jorge 06/25/97

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THAT BOY
Remains like rock
in my senses,
playing with my skin
and his childhood.
 
He takes my doves
up to his nest
teaches them to fly
and to know.
 
My solitude
becomes unfeasible in his voice
he divided the moon in two
taking his part.
It's the truth,
that boy entered into my song
and it will not be easy to silence
his love.
 
With a ribbon of stars
he ties his hair
adorning his waist
with the sun,
slowly entering
into my thoughts
staying wholly
in my hopes.
 
My solitude
becomes unfeasible in his voice
he divided the moon in two
taking his part.
It's the truth,
that boy entered into my song
and it will not be easy to silence
his love.
 
(Adapted from a poem by Alejandro Filio)
 
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