The Neural Sport

My brain has two poles that play ping pong with my emotions. Electric beats flow down from colorful tunnels in my brain, pass through my veins, through my intestines, and float on my internal streams of liquid life. This brain of mine is winged by ideas, it explodes sometimes, it gets saturated with sensation. It flies out of my body and invents a psychedelic paradise where it gets to eat music every day, where it gets to swim in songs, where money is made out of lyrics, and language is written in music notes.

Love Galaxy

Let me be the new sensation, penetration to your senses, the drive of your life, the life of your feelings, the feelings of your heart: beating hard. One, two, and three…. Infinitely beating, if there’s no such a thing as the infinite, let’s invent it with a rising rhythm.
Let me be your galaxy, your ecstasy, your most crazy fantasy. Vibrations coming from your brain waves, sending messages to your body, making you dance, making you get lost in a trance.
Let me swim in your mouth, taste your kiss, feel the bliss, shine like your saliva in the sun as you pronounce my name: music.
Let me be your freedom, your smile, your wings, your drug, your hot cocoa in the snow.
Come on you spectator, emancipate me, take my hand, mold my hips with your lips, travel through my skin, boil my blood with your voice as it says: I feel you.

Yesterday morning
As I sat on the rocks next to the vast ocean
Of running waves, singing and humming,
I contemplated the fine line
Where the firmament (divine)
and the halcyon blue water intertwine.

I introduced myself,
No response was needed;
I already knew her name:
Mother Earth, Nature, or Life itself.

I thought of Mother Earth,
Her body: a sphere.
I thought of her love,
Eternal: a sphere.

Maternal Mother Earth,
Infinite are your blessings
For the human:
-For the woman-
Addressing
to myself your sweet caressing.

I thought of Nature
And her gifts:
Two legs to run free and venture,
Two windows and the world as their feast,
A heart stronger than any of my limbs,
And a brain that moves with poetry instead of fists.

I thanked life,
Who has impregnated mine with
Beauty: a naked soul.
A free soul, incandescent as the sun,
Who feeds of passion, insatiable.

Life seeks for a life,
Whose soul will echo her own,
Whose love will erode her tears,
Whose arms will hug away her fears.

Dear Life, you have doomed me
With sweet romanticisms
And human skepticisms.
My soul is pray of female fragility,
This thirst for love irrupts my tranquility.

I am jealous of the ocean
Who touches heaven
With her salty lips.

I envy the ocean
Because it is not human
But gives life as a woman.

I envy the ocean
Because she can cry,
but feels no pain.

So I took off my clothes
And submerged my body
Into that illuminated entity of peace.

The agony was gone.

The day I turned unto a bean

My ears missed your breathing at night
As you used to sleep while I turned off the light.
My heart hurt, my skin was cold,
The idea of ripping them off was growing old.
But I couldn’t, ‘cause they were yours.

Two seconds later I felt the same.
Seconds felt like years,
Time is elastic when you’re not near,
The brain is a beast hard to tame.

I’ve seen fool moons,
But haven’t felt your kiss
on my mouth, where it used to bloom.
I have seen new moons and blue moons,
I would trade them all to see you.

I tried sleeping to find peace,
But I couldn’t touch you in my dreams.
I tried building a time machine,
But the only thing it did
Was turn me into a bean.

I visited a gypsy
Who gave me the cure
To this lack of you

Every morning I go to the little box
I have in the memory of every one of my senses
To smell your essence like a fox,
To feel your presence,
To touch your skin,
And look at the color of your eyes, green.
Life’s better now, I even think
I kinda like being a bean :D