
Those moments—philosopher wind—
cut deep like silence shattering reason.
And swiftly, in its agony,
it sketches the constant pain of my breath,
wrapping nostalgia around all that fled my mind.
Time fades.
And every event, a genesis—
I cannot see clearly if each step I’ve taken
was placed upon your path.
There is no end
for this world so parched.
Where is it drowned—
the silence of breath?
Perhaps I am asleep,
but not behind the light that once bore my apologies—
rather beneath that immense stone cross.
Perhaps I am dead
in a world of darkness—
and I find pleasure in the lament.
That stellar crystal—
the divine blue of your gaze—
breaks the weekly monotony,
shatters the bishop’s sermon
as it vanishes into the emptiness
of a hollow skull.
It softens the calm,
the murky, muted gaze
that speaks louder than forbidden words—
the constant threat
against its own lies.
And a diamond perfumes the day
with the same old lines from the Bible.
Reason returns to resound,
ignites again that oily mindset
that slips from judgment,
that falls from pain—
digging into our wounds,
our lives,
our love.
05 -20 -13
Pues esos momentos
de filósofo viento
hiere como el silencio
que fragmenta razones.
Y deprisa en su agonía
describe aquel dolor constante
de mi aliento,
envuelve en mí nostalgia
todo lo que escapó de mi cerebro.
Se desvanece el tiempo
y cada evento enmarca un comienzo,
no puedo ver claro
si cada paso que he dado
lo he puesto en tu sendero,
no existe un final
para este mundo tan reseco.
¿dónde está sumergido el silencio de aliento?
Estaré quizás dormido,
mas no tras la luz que hiciera mis disculpas
sino bajo la cruz inmensa
hecha de piedra, estaré quizás muerto
en el mundo oscuro me gustan los lamentos.
Ese cristal estelar,
el azul divino de tu mirar
separa la cotidianidad semanal,
ese sermón obispal
que se pierde en el vacío
de un cráneo desprovisto;
suaviza la calma,
la turbia mirada enmudecida
que alcanza más
que las palabras restringidas,
la constante amenaza
contra sus propias mentiras
y un diamante que perfuma el día
con las mismas frases de la biblia,
la razón vuelve a resonar
en cada rincón,
vuelve a encender
aquella mentalidad aceitosa
que resbala del juicio,
se cae del dolor,
hurgando en sus heridas
nuestras vidas y su amor.
About the Creator
Stephen Betancourt
poems have different melodies, which shapes their theme; they are meant to be read soft or in a strong voice but also as the reader please. SB will give poetry with endless themes just to soothe and warm the heart.


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