UN AMOR VIOLENTO [POR LOS TRES] ES LO QUE QUIERO

-¿Alguna vez te has emborrachado de alguien?
¿Has estado tan empapado que entripas
todos los lados, con tu sonrisa?
¿Alguna vez has explotado de amor?
¿Te ha pasado que cualquier repercusión,
a tu alrededor los sonidos se nublan,
las luces se ponen a favor,
una realidad comienza a desaparecer?
Y, aunque saliste con la intención,
nunca viste el amanecer;
pues el sol no se ha puesto.

¿Has sentido una sed tan inmensa,
que le chupas el nectar a cualquier
pelea sabrosa, hasta más no poder?

[TUS GRITOS SON POR LO QUE VIVO
TÍRAME CONTRA EL PISO
ESTO NO TIENE SENTIDO
TE AMO TE AMO, OK?!]

¿Y la sucrosa pegajosa, de ese ron con coca
que tan fríamente baja a tu estomago
después de pal' de palos
no tiene efecto, pues nada te pone mas al inverso
que un amor violento? 

-No.
-Yo tampoco.

Mueve esas nargas Milanga; disfrútalas, como senda jeva.

Mueve esas nargas Milanga, 
que la rumba esta buena.

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

pa' eso se hereda de la abuela. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

que la cosa se pone buena. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

que nadie te quita de ellas. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

hipnotiza a quien quieras. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

tu historia no es cualquiera. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

importa un bledo que piensen aquellas. 

Mueve esas margas Milanga,

sacúdelas hasta que no puedas. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

no todas encienden candela. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

entiende el poder que hay en ellas. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

a ver quien cae en la rueda. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

pa' que no se pregunten,

y no se asusten,

cuando vean que 

la que menea tiene 

curvas, humores, 

métodos seductores.

no necesita retoque

no inventa, reintenta

de cambiar lo que es.

Senda Jeva. 

INCUBUS CAME OUT WITH A NEW MUSIC VIDEO TODAY, THIS IS PRETTY GAY

Alas it was you.
It was you all along.
The spark I was missing,
the muse that kisses
the lighting that strikes me---
helpless, I am when you are near.

Alas, it was you. I was looking
far and all the way through
and right inside me, there was you.
Why was I such a fool? It was you.
Always you. The match that fires this,
inside, you rattle and shake,
rattlesnake---come bite me.

Alas, it was you. All along,
it was you. The current that pushes,
a tsunami floats within me,
please don't spite me for not realizing
sooner. I will evacuate to a safe zone soon enough.
Alas. It was I. In disguise,
safe and hiding, my demise.
It was I all along. A muse so divine.
Living in your spine. Time to let it shine.

drink poetry

i'm gonna drink myself until poetry tonight.
chug chug chug and from the tips of my toes
comes a signal of flow, let the words melt
in verses, reverse this, i'll become poetry
with an blood alcohol level of one point three,
i'm gonna drink myself until poetry tonight,
stumbling though my fingertips, blurring into the night.
morphing into something more
making out with the first boy that buys me a drink
at the club. i'm gonna drink myself until poetry tonight.
slurring emotions mixed with poisons taken in excess.
take a moment in the bathroom to puke it all midway.
i'm gonna drink myself until poetry tonight and deal
with a love ridden hangover when i get it.

This is a poem.

This is a poem.
This is a poem about a poem.
This is a poem about a poem within a poem.
This is a poem about a poem within a poem of a poem.

She was a poem.
She was a poem about a poem.
She was a poem about a poem within a poem.
She was a poem about a poem within a poem of a poem.

I will be a poem.
I will be poem about a poem.
I will be poem about a poem within a poem.
I will be poem about a poem within a poem of a poem.

This is a poem, about her, and how she made poetry
within me, whose verses only came from me,
for she's not a writer; she was a poem.  And so was I,
for poetry was all around us when we intertwined.
This is a poem, and like it there are others, for I am the poetry
she wrote about; around me,inside me, beside me. We were a poem.

Verses running a mock, in the lines of this earth--
I am the pen your poem is holding hostage.
I am the page you ink all over.
I am the rhyme between those highs,
so you get to rise above the stanzas.

I am a poet. I am a poem. I am this.