Rolano Aguilera: POEMAS

Poemas

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Why

Why,
u walking in tha room lookin all flex,
With ur kangol low,
and those brown pearls below…

Wait…

Not walkin’
But glidin’.
No!
Slidin’.

You got ur brown chin up,
Lookin’ all proud,
Talking with your mouth shut,
Your walk speaks loud.

I feel you.
Trust me,
Cause I been there too.

Look straight,
And act kool…

… like no one knows ur business.

That hats on right…adjusted with attitude,
The shoes on tight, to give that
rude,
mood
in plentitude.
And the smile’s just slight,
a sample of the heart that could be theirs.

Why,
u walking in tha room looking all flex,
With the world at ur stride,
Inevitably to collide
with my poetry.

I write this poetry with the thought of Your tears,
Your tears, that inundate my lungs,
That drown my breath,
And prevent me from speaking,
From uttering the pains of distance that have devoured my heart.

I defer from speaking in favour of writing you this poetry,
And for ink I use the sweat from the brow of anxiety I have brought you,
From the blood of strain I have caused you,
And from the bitter salt of disappointment I have dealt you.

I choose not to speak, and etch this poetry,
                                                                                                 And etch this poetry,
For a love that perplexes, and astounds me
For a love that overtakes and surrounds me,
For a love I pray never leaves me
And
I pray God,
(my soul),
somehow you believe me.

Sunshine

Like the setting of the sun, her smile captivates me,
Yellow,
Orange,
Red.
The warmth of her compassion, consumes me,
my refuge, my solace.
In times of distress, the sun; her consoling words, her attentive silence,
as brilliant rays,
touching my soul.
Meanwhile, her lashes, jet black as the night sky,
concealing those star-like gems beneath them.
Our parting, as painful and joyous as the setting of the sun,
the day that was our meeting done.
I sit contemplating under the stars….
in hope,
waiting in eager joy for tomorrow’s sunrise.

The heArt-istic Assasin

I mean….she was an artist!
And she painted our portrait with clear deception.

A deep red black was this tone of hers,
straight from the coursing blood of my veins.
Fresh.

Every brushstroke, an arrow through my heart,
with every movement, more misunderstanding.
And yet, a clearer understanding of her final masterpiece.

In the end, she painted a mirror image of herself,
well reflected, in plain view of the whole world.
No mistake, plain and true,
Her character portrayed through and through.

Wind

I scratch these words in vain,
hoping one day you will utter them with your own lips.
Have them penetrate your heart, circle your soul, and mingle with your thoughts.

I write these words
with the joyful tears, from the depths of my soul.
They skim the surface of the page, imbed in it, and reveal the erroneous love
I had for you.

I write these words,
with the aim of releasing them.
To have them scatter like leaves in the wind, taken to the ends of the earth,
as a testimony.
                                                           [May I one day, observe those leaves,
                                                                       and laugh at my own foolishness].

Wind.
Unabated by any obstacle; natural or artificial.
May my love be as the wind.
Unaffected by the tests and difficulties of life,
growing stronger as it dashes over the hilltops of doubt, and the low valleys of pain.

Constant.
Unwavering in its path.
Certain in times of uncertainty,
and unprejudiced in its destination.
May my love be as the wind.

On Words

In the beginning was The Deed!
Action, a precursor to the word.
Out of an action this universe was created.

Love! not a word, an action.
The Grand Architect, with the breath of love created this universe.
No word.
No discourse.
But love.

Thus, the All-Bountiful demonstrated His love for us through action,
through a deed.

So,
I shall profess to you for the last time…..
“I love you”.
I say this, not because I no longer love you,
but because these little words, to which we give mountainous meaning,
are the thieves of my deeds,
as it has been said, “Let deeds not words be your adorning”.

So, I seal my lips, and break this pen.
And let my actions illustrate where you dwell in my heart.

Your Pain

I could smell your arrogance from the other side of the room.
It reeked of loneliness and hurt. It was accompanied by jealousy and contempt, and inspired by insecurity and an obsession with the physical.
What a smell of unbearable proportions, emitted from the pits of your whole presence! The force of this arrogance has the power to clear out the filthiest pigs from the most unbearable pigsty.
That arrogance appeared as a wall, a barrier between you and the world.
A double edged sword.
On one hand, a tool for your defense.
On the other, a threat to those who wish to get close to you.
It manifested itself through speech,
posture,
and your eyes,
which revealed your intentions without the murmur
of but a syllable.
Yet you keep playing this game, as though you have not lost.
Undeterred in your tactic,
convinced of its effectiveness.
How long will you allow your pain to endure?
For a mask no matter how easily to put on, is still a mask.
And the clown who wears an exorbitant amount of makeup,
is continuously attempting to hide his true feelings, for the fear of being hurt.