Discernment

No truth is to be told

but that which can be seen

upon another's brow, or

etched upon the settled leaves-

no truth's to be avowed,

if by life written it can be.

To seek in sonorous verve

escaping others' lips,

do not to this too oft resort

nor seek in it the verity

engraved on all that is,

do not for truth in this confide

when only life can it emit.

If only, then, a man could find

this score on his own being impressed,

there's no thing time could e'er deny,

it would bare all at his behest.

Corazón, nos fallas

Corazón,
nos fallas.
Eres poroso,
saturado de vida
e igual asesino,
aunque lates
por la misma.
Corazón,
eres débil,
blando
y de piedra,
de calor infuso
y frío.
Pienso yo
Corazón,
eres largo
y pido,
Dios-
has el mío redondo,
aún esférico-
sin mancha
y perfecto.

El fracaso

Estos días se cree,
el que no progresa
es que no quiere.

El fracaso
en muchos casos
es por falta de querer,
en otros
por querer de mas-

por conocer el mundo,
reconciliar
lo pasado,
por querer amar
hasta uno,
llega al fracaso.

I'm having chest pains...

of the non-physical kind.

The absence of time

Not one day's passed during which i've not thought,

no sun yet set without my having seen -

that day by Heaven's generous grace was brought,

as i saw then your eyes' untempered sheen.

Eternity, it seems now to have been,

a dread absence of time without you spent

in which my heart's desires, they would careen

to one such as yourself to me being sent,

and thoughts like these would not pass or relent,

in nights of deepest dark would not abate

and even now, when light seems imminent,

i am awake with you in mind of late.

Such whim should be reigned o'er, sense says

but no, let heart and mind be runaways.

My dreams

Two poems had been written to date on a recurring theme manifested in certain dreams. The first poem (Twice have i seen you) was written and posted on this blog16 June 2010, the second (To have that dream be you) on 15 July 2010. The third, and final, poem (Stay, that you not leave) was experienced towards the end of July, written today 4 August 2010, and is included in the body of this post.

In the first dream I saw a woman, radiant, whom I knew but could not name or recognize - her face was Light. In the second i faced the same frustration, and awoke with the hope that it would be a certain one. In the last there was a face, and though an unfamiliar one i knew who she is.

Here they are then, what has been, and continues to be, my frustration, what i hope will be your pleasure, maybe even inspiration.

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(1) Twice have i seen you

Twice have i seen you now

as through a foggy dream

so near to me you draw,

and yet have i no name to call,

no face in Day's light seen

to which i may assuredly avow -

Two times to me you've come,

and twice is my heart gone.

Hence am i once more left,

to further dread my wake

and anon hold to sleep

as that one last reprieve,

during which i may take

you into my arms 'til then bereft

of you, but then never again,

if smiled upon by Providence.

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(2) To have that dream be you

To have that dream be you,

what would i not deny?

That you may know,

pay heed

with your heart's sight

that i may show -

the heavens, Earth and seas,

my very life,

all these by you

are naught to me.

And if in that sweet dream

i were to see a face,

and God yours let it be,

may He me save

and i be deemed,

for ever and eternally,

to your love's servant be.

There is naught i would not do,

you know,

to have that dream be you.

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(3) Stay, that you not leave

I ask you, love,

come not to me

again

but if you must,

i beg, then,

stay.

Come to me

not, in dreams

of day or

night or other

forms of thought.

Come to me

not at all,

but stay,

lest you should

leave again.