Stumble and Chase

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Stumble and Chase

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Some will wander with grace,

butterflies dancing in tune

to the music of life,

while I stumble and chase

illusive dreams-

Will it be just the same

when this smothering flame

finally comes to an end?

In eternal afterlife

to just stumble and chase

until finally amend

or forever be doomed-

H.O

July 2018


“This is our life; dreams come true, and dreams stumble, while others dreams remain postponed perpetuity.”

― Eyden I.

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Poesía

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Poesía

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What is poetry but liberated emotions running wild

infusing every word with our deepest dreams

and fantasies alike, we become lovers and kings

travelers across the galaxy and with imperfect rhymes

we seduce beauty and make slaves out of time

living forever and ever with every word compiled.

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What is poetry but a moment of clarity in the mind

captured flashes of sanity translated into phrases

forgotten memories that time and pain erases

and return in moments stripped of guilt and shame,

poetry is our passion setting hearts aflame

with our deepest desires in every word entwined.

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What is poetry but  a love affair hiding under covers

romance cascading down every line into the stream

of beauty found that softly entice to read and dream.

Poetry are kisses left in between for strangers lips

to taste in every word and gently touch with fingertips

the keys that make us friends, poets and lovers.

H.O.

October 2015

To fly away

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To fly away

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You know, those moments where lost

inside ourselves we wish

for wings to fly away, so far away…

And here it goes, the subtle lacking

of strong emotions to guide my pen,

the longing dormant,

the wants all tamed

by wildly roaming disillusions.

And to believe that just a touch

its al it takes to light the flame,

to set my mind into a spin

of sweet confusions-

But how I wish I had those wings

to escape this dullness from within

and fly away, so far away..

H.O

May 24, 2018


“Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”

― Anaïs Nin

Like Leaves in the Fall

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Like Leaves in the Fall

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Like leaves in the fall slowly kissing the ground

words lost in the pages between spaces

filled with whispers of a lost muse-

Where did you go? I used to visit those rooms

you tendered well,

now dust covered rhymes adorn the tombs

of long gone dreams I found

belonged somewhere inside my own-

And I wonder if the same we are doomed

to fade into nothingness and alone

leave behind painful traces

of desires we so carefully forge

and once broken they slowly fall

into dust,  binding to places

we once nurtured into a beautiful garden-

H.O


“Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as the child survives in him; to this poet she threw an unexpected ladder in the middle of the city and ordained, ‘Climb!”

― Anaïs Nin

When Eyes Deceive

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When Eyes Deceive

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Not enough I feel sometimes

to be a flame-

And would you say I measure well?

But I’m afraid  the eyes deceive

my inner shape,

and for that alone I am to blame-

Through days I left so much behind

just walked away,

when couldn’t see the bright array

of flowers laid across my road,

I am afraid the eyes deceive

what’s truly mine,

betrayed by skin and brittle bones

I am afraid the eyes deceive,

and a road of flowers

turn into stones-

H.O

May 11, 2018


“It’s not what you say out of your mouth that determines your life,

it’s what you whisper to yourself that has the most power!”

― Robert T. Kiyosaki

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By accident-

I came to be, to exist in the same space

of blooming choices where mines a seed

not planted right, a crooked vine

which sometimes flowers, confused

I say, sometimes my need

to become roses-

In random numbers life discloses

what blindness see

in dreams alone, when if survive

I become god’s divine excuse

By chance-

I say, sometimes it’s true

that time around the fire goes

and we become a waiting number,

unlucky draw, god only knows,

I’m just a vine dreaming of roses-

H.O


“There are patterns because we try to find them. A desperate attempt at order because we can’t face the terror that it might all be random.”

― Lauren Beukes, The Shining Girls

Nesting

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Nesting

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It is all temporary-

Time like Jello appears liquid and fools

will drink it with delight,

I’ll stay longer, it is comfort I seek

avoiding the uncomfortable I sleep

in shadows under artificial light-

Look at me!

My imperfect perfections

stand out under your fingers

counting your reality,

mine bitterly lingers

after each smile fades away.

But it is all temporary,

a place to rest from a journey

stale at times in decay-

It is all temporary

and I won’t stay-

H.O


“My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?”

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights