Solar Storm


 Solar Eclipse

Solar Eclipse, how everything changes when you come
I can feel in my bones the disintegration of the past
I, who love too much and too easily the rebels
The arts; the ruins of my creative drives

Abandoned I lurk in a passage to the future
I have no deep friends, no truth in my own eyes
Only the battle of the brain, this misguided heart
That seeks and wishes for stories I never find

Solar Eclipse, how you burn me to the core
I, who have only been a humble servant of the sun
How many lives mush I endure the madness?
How many misunderstandings in my soul?

Brittle light, do you not know how poor I am?
That I die of loneliness each and every day
Like a poet lost in the light, trapped on Earth
If suicide calls me, then will I be home?

Storm-flowers of the sun, give your dagger looks
I, who have suffered already more than you can imagine
Displaced, weak, vulnerable, cowardly
For a few days of magic I sacrificed already so much

August 21st, I can feel your approach
Like a zombie apocalypse on my Venus degrees
There’s heartache in your absence, but only I would know
I who look up at the sun for her designs

I who felt her swimming in my brain like a leopard
I worshipped at the temple of her Art, like no other
Lost in the bewildered shadows of her aches
I know my time was illegitimate, hours and minutes

Like the spiritual thirst for another season
Another era of the heart, that does not exist in this reality
Troubled soul, why do you run and push and wine
When the truth of our being sets us free

In the cold climax of extreme heat, that only a few
Will ever dare to touch that side of us.

 

 

For Cheeks of Taipei


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In the whirlwind of chance there’s a play

The chemical bath that is my holy reset

A midnight’s prayer of my yellow parade

Inès in the dark, magnet of the Lion’s claw

 

The trance that is our solar eclipse

Waiting for Uber until there’s no recourse

But to burn the bridges we ourselves had made

The Shaman sport of festive waiting

 

Along the margins of rebellion and sensuality

Where art is a life well spent, risks taken

Through rivers of blood, thirst and bruises

We remain true to our heart’s thwarted instincts

 

That dive into dopamine’s fiery embrace

Where time is obliterated in a seizure

Of all the passion we had saved

Where we wash ourselves with our own invisibility

 

To awake with skin as thirsty for summer

As the light of our planet’s parent sun

Who must feast on the idea of hunger

Waiting for the eclipse that ends all suffering.