Amar

Liberation comes when exercising the word

As the creation of everything

A genesis of life

When darkness is set apart

To make the light be among

Since light cannot be contained forever

The dense mass of black holes

Are destined to explode

Creating universes.

And since your anger swallowed so much

The light that surrounded once

Will be again poured

As infinite stars

Hope is forever

No light is meant to perish

Instead is amassed

For every revolution of the cosmos

When the greedy jailer

Of the light becomes so small

There will be no other chance

But to explode from inside

Letting the light expand

At the sole word

Of the Spanish verb Amar.

Copyright © 2013 augustopoderes aka angelespada, All rights reserved.

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Light, Angels and Thoughts

What about the light
Coming from the deep
Crossing the frontiers
Which are beyond our eyes?
I don’t know
But I have seen
All those rays
And so much bright
Pure light as the sun
Coming from your eyes!
There is no time for the light
There is no time for the souls
There is no time for the love
There will always be
You and I…
As when we met
At the dawn of the mind
At the dawn
Of what we thought
A paradise we have lost!
There was you
There was I
There were angels watching us
And remember
The one with the sword
How a paradise could be lost?
There was you
There was I
And still we are
In Paradise!
And the angel with the sword
Is unveiling
Our thoughts!
angel espada aka augusto poderes copyright 2009

Stolen Time

It is time for poetry
The time stolen to ourselves;
The one coming from the nothing
Like the eternal waves.

It’s time to find the solely
Soul hidden in itself
Beyond the walls that only
A lonely soul can brake.

It’s time to run the cycle
And ride a wonder horse,
The wings of the Pegasus
Who flew the dreams beyond.

It’s time for some miracle
That always had its time.
It’s time for celebration
From water we got wine.

It’s time to write a poem,
It’s time to sing a song
Stealing from the labor
The time stolen from us.

And the time that we can make
From the time that it was made
Is the time of our triumph
If we live the present now.

Setting out the unfulfilled,
Disregarding foolish dreams
Sensing life is all we need;
Life is time of flavoring.
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