Poems by an ~Aztec~ friend
Satan's Plumber From the stars to the depths of the seasI have lost myselfIn between somewheresomewhere from here to there,where did I goIt was taken all awayonly to be foundfound again some other day,on the day least expectedthe day before I diedI found myself once againbut I was fit to be tied,I wasn't going to heavenbut to the fire in which we burnsomething called my nameback from which I thought I'd never return,"see you again soon", he saidfor my time wasn't readythe Devil spat me back outNapoleon's Tomb wasn't ready,I lived another 100 yearsnone too shortHell never took me backbut I found myself again and bought a new passport,one day I will get to where I'm goingI am in no rushperhaps by accidentor when the Devil decides to flush
No Need For an AshtrayDeeply inhaled, air, long drawn out breath,held in for a moment until my heart rate recovered...I could feel the cool sensation hit the back of my throat,like I haven't taken breath for days...I've been drowning.Exhaled, impurities, feel the relief as my eyes brighten,I regain consciousness...Awake from a sleep,I was out of body, out of mind...I've been paralyzed.Move me like a rocket ship,Sink me like a rotten ship,I've had enough of this so called "partner-ship"I've been able-bodied, but feebled.Time to end this madness,of bitterness and.........................................enduring sadness.Now I breathe,...Put her out like a cigarette.
Critic on RED ROOM

"I recall an old quiz i heard as a kid where you had to cross a stream
with a basket of corn, a goose, and fox and you had to figure out how
to get it all across without something being eaten. i wonder now what a
fellow is to do if beckoned to bow before the Mistress in her red
fetish room to attend her and do her bidding with the rest of her pets.
In this case, though, i wonder if the question is how to keep yourself
from being beaten or eaten by the ravenous, ravishing Lady in red."
Critic on "Steined glass ancient eyes "

"This exotic and erotic piece of penitence is exquisite and extraordinary in the extreme. There is such a seductiveness to the spiritual mood about this ancient High Priestess with no eyes. She seems as much Temptress as Teacher here before her stained glassed illumination in her temple. The Enchantress seems equal parts Lilith and Eve with some others we have not yet met mixed into her bewitching being as well. i really love this fascinating piece."
Critic on "Bewitched words in a secret Garden"
"Superbly stunning in both the execution of the enthrall as well as the spell binding philosophy and soul searing symbolism that runs through the theme from the firmest foundation and rises magnificently to touch the sky. Absolutely awe inspiring intimacy in the contrasts, compliments, and coy commentary on how very much of the universe is indelibly indifferent to all of our contrived human intrigues, no matter how meaningful and profound they are to us. An ominous foreshadowing that well may come the day that when all of our debates on good versus evil, lies omissions bathed in silence in opposition to pulling the pin an explosively speaking the truth have all descended to detritus and dust, the insects that we sneer at very likely shall inherit the remnant of the Rose garden we have left behind on the earth. i so, so love the Mistress thrust forward manner and the beseeching call in her bewitching eyes. i cannot help be feel that she is trying to tell us that if she cannot speak, she still can write if we would but come close and listen. Like a proverbial prince planting a prison break peck on her lips, i think if we would but hear her message we could break the spell of silence and remove her lamentable lance."
Gracia a ti Pedro ! Un abrazo grande :)
¡Bravo Italia!