Symptomatic

Hemorragic dreams running like beasts

I need another tranquiliser to try to forget

that I know too much and yet not enough

Doubt conquers the velvet silent 

While warriors - mind and body,

are science's gladiators waiting for

a veredict at life's arena. 

My lack of hope trancends the circus'

most amusing charade. 

Through green, drunken eyes of gin

The beauty of disease and the alarming

kingdom of misanthrophy lie inside me

Oh! These things I've never said -

where should I try to start?

The rain is really brave as for cry

In front of everybody.

I run from pain as I run from the deliriums

of my own interiors

Everything's so simple but never too easy

I couldn't write intensity without 

being ashamed of being so damn vague

And here I am, while I forever ponder 

what am I here. 

Author's Note

After a long while just posting lyrics, here's a poem. Hope you'll like it.

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

twists like a snake around and back upon itself, and yet strikes out with bold clarity at different points. That it carries that unique quality of you throughout makes it work. Sometimes complexity is a attribute though usually it is a detriment. In this case it works, and due to your captivating tone it leaves the reader to contemplate and speculate over the nuances and innuendos. Great job!

[Winslow Des Totes]

Wow, there is a great dept to this piece that I am not sure that I could entirely grasp if I were to read it every day for a month! Though from what I gathered, damn! Excuse my language, however, I've found this to be a very haunting piece and yet a very comforting, it's teases me with cruel and tragic truths of human nature then turns it back to the very real but illusionist-like quality of a day dream.. Bravo, very well done!

[Leslie Philibert]

A real interesting poem, love the great line ....Everything`s so simple but never...
Lots of goodies in your poem.An astounding work from a young poet.Liked the
line... green,drunken eyes of gin - so is it ! Well done.

[Seshat Nidaba]

With depressive tendencies? My favorites lines:

1. My lack of hope trancends the circus'
most amusing charade

2. I could never write intensity without
being ashamed of being so damn vague


Confessional with another layer of comlexity, satisfying both intellectual and emotional parts.

[Seshat Nidaba]

You have always been my favorite South American poet on WC, and this piece demonstrates why.

You have a surreal depth that I find both symbolic and therapeutic. That fact that you actually suffer candidly, elevates your work in a tangible way that I don't sense in many people's writing.

You make melancholy beautiful! Do you even know how much that means to fellow poets

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This was some intense writing. I read this and saw shadows running across the walls.