John Dos Passos

"the presence of death sharpens the senses.the sweetness of white roses,the shape and striping of a snail shell,the taste of an omlet,the most casual sight or sound appears desperately intense against the background of the great massacres."

my old hands

Toils round on his weary grounds
The sheets and the dirt of the room
His ashed up silken hair
His worn out wrinkled skin
All begging the ground for some return.

All these brown colors once were bright
His deep blue eyes
With No twinkle today to capture another mysterious glance,
Used be as wayward that even beautiful girls of today were reminded of coyness
and even girls of today were worried of a capture by their grace

His fallen lips that got no flirting to deal
Used be as ripe as hard cherry
And now they fear a glass of water to touch

And now his whole body is in a waiting room
And unconscious fear and fear and fear

His arms once were the surest pillars of embrace
Melting the hearts of so many lovers in them breasts
His heart the drum welcoming them home, the wilderness of youth, shouting within
And now its all hung out to dry

Fingers same as an 80 and so years ago
He knows it
he knows these are the same hands
Same ones that had stolen, loved, touched, danced, beaten, broken, felt, healed, warmed, frozen, hurt, brushed, cooked, cared, held, and slept
But they look different to others
And when they slept they were forgotten
But he knew these were the same fingers
He knew they were his with all that they had done
And he never forgot

daddy

daddy i wear the coat u got me everyday.
keeps me warm when u r not here.

the rape!

the dark green surroundin
the cool asphalt!
the park
the chill of the air at an after rain night
that surrealism...
yes, thats my destination my aim
an architect to make bridges
so that i find out what the meaning of all these shadows r in the world of humans
the rape!
of my own daughter!
by me!
in the arms of our nature
the rape of me!
by my own very beloved father
in the humid of the air
what would u make of it?
freedom?!!

confession

I made love to my mom the other night!
all in blood we were layin on sheets of white in a hospital room!
what was that supposed to mean?
that i needed her so much?!
my 2nd birth?!

this sickness

she found herself in his room!
felt kinna like a whore eventhough the neighbours were the only colored ones!
they brought her sweets and flowers alongside with their fake smiles.
y did they even have2pretend they r happy hes given up his devotion?
strange?!
but all was strange that night of hers.
she wasnt even afraid!
felt like she belonged.
then noticed the whilte stuff and carelessly felt like tryin some for the 1rst time,
tasted quite a bit,
nothing happened,
nothing felt.
he suggested4her2try some between lips and teeth, flesh and bone
all was goin on in that room smelt of flesh and blood, like life itself!
almost like a medicine needed she rubbed it throught2her self
yet nothin!
she kissed his watery lips she did not enjoy
y then did she choose2?
still sth.there always gave her some satisfaction.
the feeling of wanting to b loved_when2much makes slaves of us all!
the feelin of wantin2b!

u within

In water, in space,

In places never known,

In the imaginary,

In the skies above late at night, when I c the glow of every star years too late,

I c u.

I c u in images passing by,

Images that run,

Run as I watch them through the car window.

Every image passes by so quickly

Hard to catch;

Only that of yours,

Only that of yours is immortal that has set roots in my soul.

Yours is the never ending one my dear.

That is why I c u,

I c u through.

In water when cold,

In sand when too hot to walk on,

In the wind that blows to my face,

Blows me away but reminds me to keep strong

“stay right where you are for more is yet to come”

I know it myself

I got to wait much longer

More pain is yet there to come

But its ok

I got u within

got u within and I c u everywhere I go baby

when every breath turns healing,
and every word suddenly starts to mean what it always did,
when every second counts and yet it does not,
when a child's smile remains miles away yet symbolic,
when all is nothing but omens,
when so sure of the unsure,
when so bright dreams stand and so weak every cell of ur brain feels,
when u believe in miricles even if they were never to exist,
when u know its crazy but u wanna stay that way forever,
then baby,
then u know u have fallen into something...
something called love, my love!