I hold my hand over my heart
To contain all the amazing things, people, and emotions that crossed my path this year
To keep in all the love
all the energy
the kisses
the memories
the highs
and even the lows that proved to me I was still alive
the stories
the trips
the laughs
those good cries from times you thought your heart was so broke it would never get back together-(its still in one piece)

I've bowed my head down humbly and hoped for the best
In search of something bigger than myself
... And still my love of life never dies
I've left my tracks and I see new doors to head towards

I'm still here for a purpose. The older I get, the more I know why.

-M. Pena

LA NOCHE

La noche
rompe la piel delgada que me envuelve

Es mi desnudez
entonces absoluta

Si me tocas no voy a abrir los ojos
No voy a abrir jamás los labios
por no dejar que escape el beso
por no dejar que la noche se diluya

Guardo tus manos dentro de mi cuerpo
Guardo una caricia oscura de cada noche que se
ha abierto
sobre mi vientre abierto
sobre esta inevitablemente abierta desnudez

Bebo los nombres
los silencios que me tocan
cuando el tacto hace a la noche

Guardo tus dedos en mis venas
como guardo ortigas de otro aleteo nocturno
como guardo retratos en la lengua
Recojo celosa cada astilla de tu cuerpo
todos los caracoles de mis mareas soñadas
Me construyo dentro todo lo que se rompe
todo lo que dejas
cuando cierras persianas en mi rostro
para ser otra palabra de memoria

Guardo todos los vocablos
para la vista ajena que me mira sin recuerdo
para que me crea el cristal si digo que soy yo
la misma desnuda de la noche
que agota el amor en su boca.

ADRIANA DIAZ ENCISO (b. 1964)
POETA MEXICANA

My wounds are not self-inflicted

Disconnect is-

My insides spilling through the cracked sand.

My tears scratching through my breath.

Barren dust rolling through my veins.

Its pain.
Its a mind in spatial turmoil.
Its wordless.
Its heartless.
Its nameless.

- M. Pena

Perspective

Some people

Need to be fed a piece of humble pie.

-M. Peña

PEACE is not something you wish for;

It's something you make, Something you do, Something you are, And something you give away.

Peace is not the absence of conflict, its the ability to cope with it.

The Generations Art Show

Proof that Graffiti is still Super Dope.

I Love This!

My favorite- by Indie 184


Andrea Von Bujdoss-Dynamo

Andrea Von Bujdoss-The Fame Game

Taki 183- A legend in his own right. I think this piece was like $5K

La Gran Manzana-Tkid

Henry C.

another Indie Piece

Cope2

Tiki- Sex and Violence

other artists on display:

Deli 167, RESO, stayhigh 149, Comet, Mist, Delta2

Esta Mañana

Ore por ti.


La unica iglesia que necessito esta en mi corazon.
Velas encendidas en mi alma.
Calor entrando por los vitrales.
Cerre mis labios, pero mi voz se derramo
como agua en fuente.
De rodillas,
pedi sencillamente
y entrege mi secreto
....
en un Ave Maria.

-M. Peña

On Blast....

Your gaze use to blast the ridges of my uncertainty

to a smooth consistency

but I refuse to be crippled again;

recoiled into reticence

and so, I've grown a backbone

with words that stretch

long enough to slap the B.S. through your fingers

...you know

the kind that softly melted me in your bed

the kind that kept me in the rotation of your lies

submerged me in ridicule

I'm putting you on blast.
Because you're a bullshitter
and I'm done buying
your menacing degradation.

-M. Peña

Long rides home....
Keep me thinking
about you
about it
about this n that

dozing off
into the creases
of my book
and yet I haven't
read a word

aloof in sensibility
eyes glazed over
a day, a dream
is just what I need
to find you every time.

-M. Pena

I LOVE you enough to let you go
...I'm already Gone.

Laberintos del alma

Con impulso pasa mi sangre
por los laberintos de mi corazon
En el crepúsculo del anochecer
me sueño contigo
y en las penumbras
solo queda oscuridad
pero tu imagen
es luz para mi alma

Mis venas me laten,
en espera de ti
y con labios partidos
me sumergo en tu carisia
para inundar mi alma
...mi corazon no es lo unico
que se entumece

Tu distancia es eso
de un brazo amputado
no importa que me corten
una linea de vida
todavia tengo la sensaciónes
espinosas
que me traen tu cuerpo caliente
penetrando cada poro de mi piel

-M. Peña

-No he querido abrir mi corazon de nuevo, por miedo que se me saldrá tu recuerdo-

-M. Peña

The title in the NYTimes...

In Punishing Fashion, Pacquiao Makes History

"Pacquiao was fighting for his place in boxing history, one he secured Saturday with a technical knockout of Miguel Cotto that ended when the referee waved the fight over in the 12th and final round....Pacquiao had won his seventh title in seven weight divisions, a first in boxing history."
-Greg Bishop, the New York Times

Amazing! to say the least.

Indifference

Is intolerance-

It Means you think someone/something is unimportant.

It Means you have little concern or interest in the individual.

It Means you are insensible and lack capacity for feeling.

Is the essence of inhumanity.

Love and hate don't stand a chance against it.


I care too much about everyone in my life to be indifferent, and so I will not accept anyone in my life who doesn't care about me.
This is a sworn testimony.

-M. Peña

It must have been an angel that stuck by you. Silencing the hurt but not your laugh. I can't tell you enough how much I love you.

-Your sis

The revolving door

I am NOT a revolving door
for you to step in and step out
as you wish
as you feel is adequate
in order to satisfy your---
throbbing pupils
empty hands
& dry tongue.

If you didn't notice,
I'm more than a door
for you to enter, slam,
and diligently turn your back on.

Each time you walk out in rotation,
a bigger part of you dissipates
together with the air of arrogance
which quickly vaporizes
my voice and my fury
and makes my chest harden
without a beat.


-M. Peña

Stay Beautiful

Our Deepest Fear

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear
is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness,
that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually who are we not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people
won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine as children do.
We were born to make manifest
the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And when we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

-Marianne Williamson

Quisiera Decirte

Que Quiero Volver
Tu nombre esta escrito en mi piel.


-M. Peña

Me ha dolido amarte

Me dejare llevar del mar y el viento
estrallandome de las olas
sin peliar el corriente que huye hasta ti.
Un cuerpo y dos almas profundisada en dolor,
si el destino no se convierte realidad en esta vida
cargare mis sueños hasta el proximo ambito
en busqueda de ti

...lo unico que queda

es la lluvia mojando mi llanto.

-M. Peña

Aloof?

For creating a reality of you in my mind and spirit.
A perfect one with no deceptions.
A reality kept in a distant time zone.
In justified dis-harmony with mine.

-M. Peña

My song, My heaven

I am an individual who's part of a larger world.
Inextricably intertwined with everyone,
even you...
I am alone only with my thoughts.
I have the best of time and space in MY "perpetual" journey through life.

and to you...keep living in contempt or let some light into those eyes.
Sharing the journey is the only way you'll remember your experience.
You do not have all the answers. It is not all within you.

-M. Peña

Canto a mí mismo

Lo mejor del tiempo y el espacio es mío,
del tiempo y el espacio que nunca se han medido,
del tiempo y el espacio que nadie medirá.

Marcho por un camino perpétuo. (Escuchadme todos)
Mis señas son un capote de lluvia,
zapatos recios y un báculo que he cortado en el bosque,
ningún amigo se sentará en mi silla

yo no tengo silla, ni iglesia ni filosofía;
yo no conduzco a los hombres
ni al casino
ni a la biblioteca
ni a la Bolsa...

Los llevo hacia aquellas cumbres altas.

Mi mano izquierda te tomará de la cintura,
con la derecha te mostraré paisajes del continente
y del camino abierto.
Nadie, ni yo ni nadie, puede andar este camino por ti,
tú mismo has de recorrerlo.
No está lejos, está a tu alcance.
Tal vez estás en él sin saberlo desde que naciste,
acaso lo encuentres de improviso en la tierra o en el mar.

Echate el hato al hombro,
yo cargaré con el mío...vámonos.
Ciudades magníficas y naciones libres hallaremos en nuestra ruta.

Si te cansas, dame tu carga y apóyate en mi hombro,
más tarde harás tú lo mismo por mí...
Porque una vez que partamos ya no podremos detenernos.
Hoy, antes del alba, subí a la colina, miré los cielos apretados
de estrellas
y le dije a mi espíritu: ¿Cuando conozcamos todos estos mundos
y el placer y la sabiduría de todas las cosas que contienen,
estaremos ya tranquilos y satisfechos?
Y mi espíritu me dijo:No, ganaremos estas alturas sólo para continuar adelante.

Tú también me haces preguntas y yo te escucho.
Y te digo que no tengo respuesta,
que la respuesta has de encontrarla tú sólo.

Siéntate un momento, hijo mío.
Aquí tienes pan, come,
y leche, bebe.
Pero después que hayas dormido y renovado tus vestidos,
te besaré, te diré adiós y te abriré la puerta
para que salgas de nuevo.

Largo tiempo has soñado sueños despreciables.
Ven que te limpie los ojos...
Y acostúmbrate ya al resplandor de la luz.
Largo tiempo has chapoteado a la orilla agarrado a un madero,
ahora tienes que ser un nadador intrépido.
Aventúrate en alta mar, flota,
mírame confiado
y arremete contra la ola.

-Walt Whitman

Song of Myself, excerpt 46

I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and
never will be measured.

I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!)
My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods,
No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
I have no chair, no church, no philosophy,
I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,
But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooking you round the waist,
My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road.

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.

It is not far, it is within reach,
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know,
Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.

Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth,
Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.

If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand
on my hip,
and in due time you shall repay the same service to me,
For after we start we never lie by again.

This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven,
And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs,
and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we
be fill'd and satisfied then?
And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.

You are also asking me questions and I hear you,
I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.

Sit a while dear son,
Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink,
But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you
with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.

Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every
moment of your life.

Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout,
and laughingly dash with your hair.

-Walt Whitman

Yesterday was both my Mom and Dad's birthday- October 28th. I put into perspective something I already knew.
...
That in my quest for True Love, I've had it all along. Family love is True love because its always Unconditional Love.

-M. Pena

NO GOD, NO PEACE.
KNOW GOD, KNOW PEACE.

Cinched at the mind
Bolted to the heart
Is a constellation of emotions
that links us with every touch
...to a higher power
Named Love

-M. Pena

Me son~e contigo anoche
y el beso fue mucho mas rico porque
Te espere.
y Tu me adoraste sin fin.

-M. Pena

The first word I see as I look for the registration tables: EPIPHANY

In short- this means:
*a moment of revelation and insight
*a sudden, intuitive perception into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.

Hopefully, this is my chance at a change of pace. We can always use a surge of empowerment.

-M. Pena

Next Stop- CHICAGO!

"Beliefs have the power to create and the power to destroy.

Human beings have the awesome ability to take any experience of their lives and create a meaning that disempowers them or one that can literally save their lives."

"A real decision is measured by the fact

that you've taken a new action.

If there's no action, you haven't truly decided. "

"What we can or cannot do, what we consider possible or impossible,

is rarely a function of our true capability.

It is more likely a function of our beliefs about who we are."

"Whatever happens, take responsibility."

-Tony Robbins

So, I'll just keep trying to convince you

That this passive-aggressive nature
is my mind in a temper tantrum
an impulse reliving its fervor for you
and I am static
...
in my restless tangents
in my struggle to evolve
in my psychic mind-reader state of analyzation
which is actually factually wrong
and mostly just absurd.


I know I've made it clear
but you haven't stopped to read
...my thoughts.


And in this endless rejection,
I still have no regrets
for living off the wall;
as I am just
a work in progress that
won't endure your insults any longer.

I will hustle
the way I did to
intoxicate you with my scent,
entice you with bottles of x-rated passion.
I will not settle
for your stagnant afterthought
of me in a submissive position
but rather
the cries of ecstasy
that you so eloquently sigh
in trying to resist me.

All was left unsaid while your
sins burned in between my legs.
affixed, skin to skin
yet unregretful in the eclipse of forever
which has everything to do with your existence
as we get closer to the truth.


What do I fear except
your image in that stained glass window?
If all that reflects
is your voice
asking me to stay
under your mantle of pride.
Tangled in you, yet stunted
from growing beautifully with you.

So, while this river runs through me,
I am a rush of vehement and rageful emotions.
I'll keep trying to convince you that
...love never left me.

-M. Peña

Poison

You fed my soul with your breath

or so I thought....

but all the while

intoxicating my veins with false hope

disguised in the form of a kiss.

-M. Peña

Get out of my face

Faultless judgements

I feel restless.
In my tireless effort to elevate us
from distressed images of a boundless mind.
They linger in an acrid abyss
that leaves the air thick and arid as my tongue in drought.
I'm speechless, but I realize
its the distance which subdues my voice
into monotonous silences.
I am fearless when life veers its head
and bows in shame;
For in the seamless depths of my imagination
we're meant to be imperfect.
I won't digress very far from my psyche.


-M. Peña

Unconventional dis/at/traction

The residual echoes of your voice were whisked away into a box and were lost
Maybe it was your soul running from me.
Still, I'm glad you left only a trace of wisdom.

There's a new beat tapping the walls of my heart in hypnotic, streamlined ticks
Its a more gentle, more attentive kind of touch.
I listen graciously,
I move with a sensuous flow
guided by his pulse.

-M. Peña

Don't confuse my subordination for weakness or lack of self. My I's may be soft, but they're dotted with ink.

A sense of self

Within my words, my wit, my grace
I have learned self-suffiency, self-help, the self-gratifying
nature of "I"
I am the owner of my thoughts
cognizant that I:
speculate
judge
idealize
scrutinize
theorize
rationalize
unintentionally create logic
from the incongruous and inconsistent
details in my life
Though my mind may be a puzzle
without a correct answer
Its self-reliant.

-M. Peña

Esperando...

Espere tu llegada
con ansiedad y angustia
y mariposas de las buenas
...
te oi desde lejos
y te apareciste frente de mi como la noche
...
callada y constelada
que solo una mirada,
que solo en un beso, sabrás todo lo que he callado.

-M. Peña

Mechanics of the heart
...
Controlled by the mind
Fed on love
Laced in pain
Victim to circumstance
Tragically beautiful.

-M. Pena

I smile
With the corners of my mouth spiked high,
With a gratitude so deeply embedded,
It bursts at my seams.

-M. Pena

Caetano Veloso "Cucurrucucu Paloma"

Paramour

Temperamental intimacies

are dosed within life's contingencies.

Superficial, artificial, destitute perceptions and reactions

are unintentionally disguising

the unconscionable sentiments,

the rapports of our souls.

Agonizing battles are not unprecedented

yet exinct-that is obsolete, extinguished

all that matters

is this moment

its the central line that runs furiously,

earnestly through us

you just need to feel it

and let it take your breath away.

-M. Peña

Me recuerdo de ti

Ríete de la noche,
del día, de la luna,
ríete de las calles torcidas de la isla,
ríete de este torpe muchacho que te quiere,
pero cuando yo abro los ojos y los cierro,
cuando mis pasos van,
cuando vuelven mis pasos,
niégame el pan, el aire,
la luz, la primavera
pero tu risa nunca
porque me moriría.

-Pablo Neruda (verso de "Tu risa")

Sometimes its OK to just burst out and cry.

-M. Peña

Soy tu Flor

Pareces que entiendes que...

Soy una Flor

que soy colorida, perfumada, y bella
que soy unica y exotica
que soy una vision en tus ojos
que soy delicada
que me gusta ser acariciada tiernamente
que necessito atencion
que crezco debajo tu pecho
que me agarro de tu mano para no perderme
que me envuelvo en tu respiracion para intoxicarme
que absorbo el sol y la agua para vivir contigo
que te doy buenas vibras y energia profunda
que soy un regalo para que aprecies
que te hago feliz y te hago sonreir
que no soy perfecta

pero te voy a querer hasta que tenga las fuerzas.

-M. Peña

If it weren't for your light,
I'd still be in the dark wondering which way is up and out
How did you find me?
I didn't see you coming.

-M. Pena

From here to there

The night was running ahead of itself...
but we're still connected
not by time
but by the spin of the moon
which reflects itself in my eyes.
This gaze revolves for you.

-M. Peña

I have learned...

I have learned the hard way...



Sheltered in perfection
I saw only light first
only the pure and sterling.


In my disconcerted naivete,
my heart has never seen hate
but trails of dirt have always seemed to follow.


A simple vocation-
Not to judge anyone's life
I know my own pain and renunciation...but
My path is not the only and correct path.


A simple realization-
not everything is worth understanding
that's why mystery exists.

A not-so-simple emotion-
I've consistently ignored my nightmares
always seeking refuge
from opinions
though slowly pushing everyone aside
with a shove from my silence.
I subliminally intended
to bury these savage-like urges
deep under your name.
The shame has penetrated me
like a curse brewing voodoo.
Your face, your name,
your immoral self-indulgence,
I'd rather consider blasphemy.
You led this road away from me,
made me redefine you.
Crushed my heart and left it bleeding
messed with my uncorrupted psyche...


Not even the salt in my naked wound
has let me shed a tear for you.
Don't even need you to apologize,
I will not forgive careless debauchery.
I'm numb.


-M. Peña

So far...

I love your espresso and the kiss that comes with it.

-M. Peña

I've lost the ground beneath my feet

Suspended between the miles of these
miscalculated spaces
distraught faces
implicating judgements
that create dubious, confused mazes
a constrained rhetoric
that makes it hard to swallow
great loss of touch,
insensible terms
its no surprise
why I can't remember your voice
in the midst of our great demise.
Where did you lay your soul to rest?

-M. Peña

LIFE LESSON # 412

CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM. NO ONE CARES.

-M. Peña

LIFE LESSON #909

CULTIVATE YOUR EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE.

-M. Peña

No one saw

With lips poised between a silence and a laugh,
our body languages surged words
that asked for that first kiss...

-M. Peña

Where did you come from?

You came from a turbulent ring of smoke
vortexed by the blow of my mouth
like a disguised flow
dense and fluid in a continuous movement
you were physically expelled
in a short burst of heat and fury
enveloped me in an effortless desire
guided by the dim red light and your sensual embrace
hot to the touch
yet I was chilled out of my skin
but just enough to make me ask myself
again and again



Where the hell did you come from?




-M. Peña

Bullseye

My heart's in the line of fire. Point, aim, shoot.

I will never run from the weapon.

-M. Peña

Crawling Out

Trying to escape
clawing my way to the top
but I haven't made it out quite yet
I'm gasping for air
and the sound resonates;
this is a requiem for a dream
I've learned the language of my faith
and the wisdom behind my fears
I conjured up some strength
to wash your words without my tears
Insignificant I was not
for my beauty burned your heart
even the blacks of your eyes tasted me
but I need to stop fascinating
pre-meditating my mind to actions
that lie in implicit gazes
I'm driven by an alter ego
and I'm stunned
I need some introspection
not instant gratification by the thought of you
I am sheltered by this need
though invested in a raging determination
to lose all connections to you
to crawl out of this hole
that you dug deep with me
for I alone
will shine through my cracks
without sacrificing one more breath
my skin will not wrinkle, ripple through time
I will close the distance in my space
and rise above
those buried sounds
of a tortured soul
left in the ground.


-M. Peña

Letting go. It was past due.

IF MY HEART STOPPED BEATING, MAYBE THEN IT WOULDN'T HURT SO MUCH.

-broken-

Inspiraciones del dia

"En todas las lenguas del mundo hay un mísmo dicho: ojos que no ven, corazón que no siente. Pues yo afirmo que no hay nada más falso que eso; cuánto más lejos, más cerca del corazón están los sentimientos que intentamos sofocar y olvidar..."


"Un niño siempre puede enseñar tres cosas a un adulto: a ponerse contento sin motivo, a estar siempre ocupado con algo y a saber exigir con todas sus fuerzas aquéllo que desea."


"Lo que ahoga a alguien no es caerse al río, sino mantenerse sumergido en él."


"Esperar duele. Olvidar duele. Pero el peor de los sufrimientos es no saber qué decisión tomar."


"Si tienes la paciencia de la tierra, la pureza del agua y la justicia del viento, entonces eres libre."

el es perfección- Paulo Coelho

Me reflejo en naturaleza

Si vias podido escuchar como gritaban las chicharras...
Hasta en pleno sol se oian sus desvelos
O talves sus resuelos de felicidad.
Fue una maravilla como me cantaban
y sus voces, me cautivo con sus arrullos.
Y pensando en ti por la mañana,
Veia como caia la lluvia
y salian los arcoiris para saludar ese amanecer
detras de las montañas.
Solo se destacaba un mar de verdes matas y de palos
llenos del fruto de su amor.
Se alimentaban con el agua, con el sol, y con el aire
como hacemos tu y yo.
Agarraditos de la mano y envueltos uno en el otro
estan las tierras, las verduras, el rio, y el cielo
como estamos tu y yo
de cuerpo, de mente, y de corazon.
No se niega la naturaleza que vive en nosotros
Es un reflejo de lo que veimos y vivimos
cada dia en puro amor.

-M. Peña

Quiero tenerte piel a piel
Cara a cara
y labios entres labios
Dime que sientes cada impulso de mi amor
y mi deseo por ti
Es incurable mi empeno
incalculable hasta adonde llega
Mi destino se desenvuelve en tu pecho
Mas alla del sueno esta un gran amor
no se alejara mas
ya basta tus indecisiones
tus razones que son de testaduro.

-M. Pena

Crash into me

Crash into me.
The way the waves carress the flowing masses of rocks,
It seems like they were placed there one by one.
Crash into me.
The way the wind graciously blows over the sea of palms,
It seems like they speak back to the sea.
Crash into me.
The way the salt sticks to my lips and dewy skin,
It seems like I'm being spiced up for you.
Crash into me.
The way the sun's glare fires me up from the inside out,
It seems like your love lives in every essence of nature.
It ingeniously crashes into me
..and reminds me that you're an eclipse.
I'm enveloped in your love's shadow now and always.

-M. Pena

I'll be...
The chocolate quik to your milk
The queso to your mangu
The morir to your sonando
The meat to your rice+beans
The leche to your cafe bustelo
The chicharron to your mofongo
The rum to your coke
The guira to your merengue
Even the turn to your salsa step
The vicks to your vaporub
The vroom to your hot wheels
The pen to your paper
The 100 beats to your heart
The candy to your eye
The cuddler to your nook
The butterfly to your sunrise
The dream to your sleep
The "Oooo" to your orgasm
The morena to your sexy self

I'll be the flavor in your life...
I think I can complete you.

-M. Pena

So yesterday, 2 white doves landed in front of me on my walk to the bus stop. I didn't think much of it and kept walking. Today, 1 white dove landed in front of me and then flew off to a tree right in the distance. Am I supposed to take this as a sign? Do I believe in good luck omens?
Apparently, doves symbolize peace and purity. It can also symbolize good news coming my way. I decided I should believe in these beautiful things. I need some GOOD to come to my life.
-M. Pena

...locked in my heart

Distance is relative
Irrelevant in my mind and contingent only for physicality
The proportions of our connection are boundless,
multiplied by the stars that align above us
Energies transmitted through the sky
Its the night that brings our bodies together
Interlocking gazes
Intertwining spaces
I could wrap myself in you for days
Warm my skin with your ardent and impassioned touch
I could kiss you for years
Linger on by the whisper of a breath
by the braid or the twist of your hair
I could dive into your pillow head first,
or just bottle up your masculine scent and take it home
anything to keep you close, keep you mine

...at least till the sun comes up.

-M. Peña

Excerpts from "As a Man Thinketh" by James Allen

The aphorism, "As a man thinketh in his heart so is he"

P.19

"Of all the beautiful truths pertaining to the soul which have been restored and brought to light in this age, none is more gladdening or fruitful of divine promise and confidence than this---that man is the master of thought, the molder of character, and the maker and shaper of condition, environment, and destiny.
As a being of Power, Intelligence, and Love, and the lord of his own thoughts, man holds the key to every situation, and contains within himself that transforming and regenerative agency by which he may make himself what he wills."

P.40

"The world is your kaleidoscope, and the varying combinations of colors, which at every succeeding moment it presents to you, are the exquisitely adjusted pictures of your evermoving thoughts."

P.46

"Strong, pure, and happy thoughts build up the body in vigor and grace. The body is a delicate and plastic instrument, which responds readily to the thoughts by which it is impressed, and habits of thought will produce their own effects, good or bad, upon it.
Men will continue to have impure and poisoned blood, so long as they propagate unclean thoughts. Out of a clean heart comes a clean life and a clean body. Out of a defiled mind proceeds a defiled life and a corrupt body. Thought is the font of action, life, and manifestation; make the fountain pure, and all will be pure."

El amor es una fantasia, y una existencia
Llena la mente de illusiones
Y no se entiende
te engana,
te siega,
te da vida

-M. Pena

I'll make this one real simple. No dictionary required.

I just want to forget you. But I can't.



I have not healed. My eyes still grieve in secret.
I'm still innocent in this open-ended story.
You left me on the corner...literally.
Confused and distraught I ran away too...never to look in your eyes again.
Hoping a bad day was to blame for the awkward space right in between us.
I could wish I'd never met you, but the truth is you were a short lived blessing in disguise.
Razor-sharp and tender at the same time.
You stole my heart at first smile.
Created a severe and beautifully broken tear.
I only had enough time to absorb you like a glass of wine.
Just tangled myself in your breath every night.
No heartbreak is ever fair.
But your reasons just made NO SENSE.
Not with the connection I know we had.
It all started with your favorite kind of dance.
So, I only remember the good in you.
I tell myself over and over,
I just need one more night with you.
One more taste of you.
One more chance
to prove I'm the one for you.
Gullible enough, even foolish enough to fall for you,
but smart enough to know this tale is one-sided.
I'm just a believer, a lover, not a mind-reader.
You simply broke my heart, Mr.

-M. Peña

Ah, by the light of the moon

Tonight's full moon
Tonight's crisp summer air
Tonight's sound and rhythm
Takes me to a bliss filled realm.
One with divine capabilities,
entrancing a delicious and
fully absorbent sleep syndrome
to graze my face.
My eyelids dance
to the point of transportation,
like a superimposed dream,
its where I'm supposed to be.
Like a moment of perfect clarity,
I'll externalize my thoughts
along this broken road.
Embody them in unrestrained dust.
I have nothing to lose but my negativism,
a pessimism that contentiously
defies an idealism.
I'll just look on my bright side,
trusting in a virtuous trade,
a revolutionized change,
contracting sublime juices through my mind.
My momentum will soar
I'll peak mid-flight
but I dare not dip into a
listless, inorganic, and insensible melancholy.
This gorgeous night is my auspicious consolation prize.

-M. Peña

Cayo Levantado, Dominican Republic

The countdown begins:

12 days left to paradise

- M. Peña

Que tu puedo dar que ya no tienes?

Te ofrezco mis besos...
en aire libre
y sin suspiro
haz lo que quiera con esta boca tuya
y agarra mi desvelo en tus brazos.
Un beso, que como el mar no tiene fin
que se queda flotando en el atardecer
que se ve por dias en mi sonrisa.
Me atrapaste en el amor
en esta historia
en esta locura que nos tropezo
nos perdimos de camino
y envenenaste mi razon.
Hiciste de mi una luz apagada
pero necessito tu rayito
para calentarme el alma.
Te ofrecera mis besos, que ya son tuyos.

-M. Peña

Indecisions

Your indecisiveness
makes me hesitate
confuses the resolution
and doubts what I know is right
I reject any confidence
yet with certainty display my disillusions
ambiguously ambivalent
and puzzled by my own vagueness
I tend to tiptoe around the dilemma
aversive to your lack of commitment
powerless in my own vice
deficient in strength
insecure from suspicious distrust
dubious faces stay flawed
vulnerable to your charm and wit
and I'd never defy my gravity
that falls loyally, intently, tirelessly into you
though I'm questionably perplexed
by my reluctance to stay with you.


I do know this much will never give way in me:
I'm looking for an
irreplaceable,
inconvenient,
all-consuming,
I can't live without you
kinda love.



-M. Peña

I need to sleep

The night is quiet.
Like white noise.
I need your sleep-induced breath to complete this rich silence.
Envelop me with your tender words and lullaby me.
Kiss my cheeks.
Let me immerse myself in every spiral of your unraveled soul.
I'll rise and shine with the morning sun. Like always your butterfly.

-M. Peña

Optimistic?!

Someone I know once told me:

"Just have faith that God always satisfies your heart's desires"

I'm still trying to believe it, but I don't pray for it.

I'll just wait impatiently....

Maybe my problem is that I'm looking too hard.

-M. Peña

GET A GRIP

My guard was torn down
by an inner war
an outer battle
terrorized by
weapons of mass anguish
pierced by sticks and stones
and slipping into gaping holes
left by those I thought made me whole.
Tears have left me numb
in a solemn state
compulsive
perhaps obsessive
to the point of pushing you away.
I've claimed to have dismembered you
and buried you into my subconscious state
and in another man's arms
tried to slip away
but consumed
in your ink stains
I've stayed.
Hoping for that answer
that'll take my goddamn questions away.
My own cynicism
has driven me insane
an inconsolable echo
of your voice
inside my head.
Muting me
and breaking me
yet graciously.

-M. Peña

My heart's library

If you archive your heart in mine
It'll be safe until the day you want to borrow it
and read it from cover to cover.
No creases, no cross outs, no dents in the pages
Just a beautiful story written
by the strokes of our thoughts and our feelings.

-M. Peña

Second Chances

I give second chances too
It might just be a beautiful nightmare
and I'm scared witless
for
your presence produced a thousand sensations
your smile a thousand memories
and your hug a thousand what-ifs.

I just remember to breathe when you're near me
you always take my wind away.
This time we'll have to run away
our crazy connection
will take us light speeds deeper
you know
I was never ready to let you leave.
We don't always need reasons why.

I think I have it all down now.
In time we'll find this was no surprise.

-M. Peña

In the "K"-NOW

Show me a sign
so I know
and give me some space
to show
these mixed signals trapped in time
living through streamlined tides
propelled in one swift forward motion
memories not enough
for remedies to our insufficiencies
remembering is the opposite of living in
lies that cry like heavy dew inside
dripping quiet forces
your power is a
multidimensional manifestation
with illegal dimensions
my presence like matter
is filled with energy
magnetized and lured in every direction
like atoms built inside our walls
like concentric juxtaposed shapes
we combine and intersect
I grow away from my center
in steps and misaligned stages
No expansion is ever complete
without the representation
of the ones that give you purpose
growth is shocked and stagnant
when deprived of love and peity
exist in the moment
for
only time will change
only time can tell
but you must confide
In your intuitive self.

-M. Peña

Bare Vices

I'll lie

In my own sins

Crash under solemn wings

Burn this lust to fill vivid dreams

Rip apart my chest to expose love's scars

Love beneath our coveted aches

A sacred memory

To protect us

I'll lie

-M.Peña

My Perfect Day

My sad song

I'll write the saddest verses tonight
in lieu of crying the saddest of tears

I wasted hundreds of kisses on you
though the night, my only witness

those nights were intense
and even more immense without you

to think I've lost my nook
to feel I've lost you forever

I even lost my breath
I even held the sigh

a melancholic knot clenched inside my throat
it hasn't let me cry

I make my body still
and my mind just follows

I am no longer the same
after your touch made me spiral

lost verses in my mind
found only by your presence
writing through my pen

my smile a contradiction
like the voice inside your head

the day I soak my eyes
is the day the glass is empty

I'll weep in my own solitude
falling in the silhouette of my own lifeless body

these sad verses are the last
I'll write out loud for you

I'll occupy these empty spaces
once filled with thoughts of you
with precious times unbroken by the loss of you.

-M. Peña

I could blame the world for all my losses

but instead, today I'll count my blessings.

They come fewer and farther beween.

M. Peña

Me tragaste

Te lo tragaste todo
con una sed impredecible
como ola en el mar
como aire en el viento
como la tierra en tumulto
y el balance bajo mis pies
...
hasta mis palabras te tragaste
porque me quedo casi muda
en tu presencia.
Es muy simple lo que pido
lo unico que quiero para tras,
es mi felicidad.

-M. Peña

InSync

I won't apologize
for bleeding through
this facade
loss of restraint
relinquished all potency,
vigors dissipated like vapors
from this protesting body
nothing is absorbent enough
to soak up the shock
A mind with rebellious tendencies
but a heart that won't go into an endless exile
there's always room for error
and always space for "IT"
to enter me at first sight
like butterflies
unleashed in a garden of truth
you flutter in me
lips quiver as I move about
but I find I tread in circles
I end each instance
each conversation
with the same old questions
with the same needs
the same void
that pains me to search aimlessly
for a different part of us
to click and love in sync.

-M. Peña

Mr. Rocker

I remember you
I remember us
...
a backbone to my fears
your shirt soaked up all my tears
your arms held me in my sleep
and your bed was always mine
as long as we spooned tight and
through the night
your essence hit me the minute
I stepped in the room
your guitar fluttered my heart strings
your spirituality kept me present
your free-spirit knew no limits
you listened
we talked
we laughed
we made love
you healed wounds
and though love did not conquer all
and I couldn't decipher your code
I'll never forget what you did for me.

-M. Peña

Static Hearts

Hearts should never stay in one place;
they should be free, unconstrained, and unfettered.
...but in this case I'll make an exception
and with that, I'd like to say to you:

Tie your heart at night to mine, Love

"Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.

Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,

So that our dream might reply
to the sky's questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow."
-Pablo Neruda

-M.Peña

Roots

Soy...
Negra, blanca, y taina.
y esta negra esta rabiosa
no me sacaran la africana
ni con libros, ni dinero, ni gente fina
no cambiaran mi estilo de hablar
ni este aire que llevo por dentro
me gusta mi tambora
me mueve el sabor de ese merenguito
suena ese palo
para que se oiga en el barrio
llevame al carnaval
para que bailemos nuestras alegrias
le doy gracias a mi herencia
por mi cuerpo voluptuoso
mi piel morena
y mi riso
este ritmo es tipico
y es mio.

-M. Peña

Under the Brooklyn Bridge

I'll wrap my love around you
just the way you let me ride around you, above you, below you, even through you
I'll let the brights of your eyes reflect its stoic charm
tall, dark, and handsome
your walls of stone keep their luster as they crumble inside out
pillars strong enough
to keep us standing on two feet
...
but you need me to keep you alive
bridging gaps between two hearts
is no easy task
we'll meet in between
holding hands as we cross paths
suspended by the beauty in our sky
we'll linger through the night
mesmerized
eyes divulged in eyes
moon shadows reflected in our bodies
of water
your symmetry, your grace
keep my language simple:
you're just a harp
playing unwavering notes
in my heart.

-M. Peña

Insomnia

This INSOMNIA is a living nightmare

Laying awake, restless
spastic from debilitating fatigue
I wish for a deep trance, a crash,
a blanked out demise
all I see now are lightning bolts beneath
my lids
twiches trapped like high powered volts
under a thin layer of delicate skin.

My windows to the world
they burn
they swell
they tear
those 8 hours straight
use to be my only sweet indulgence
a lusting devotion to my dreams.

I need brain food
to treat this grave mood
A dent in my pillow
not my snooze button
so...
I need to escape from myself
my reflections
my plaguing torments
my distress
my heartache
that leave me unpeaceful
stagnant epileptic anxieties
should leave me drowsy
but all I know are silent minutes pass
stretching lines into the night
until finally the twilight
brings me to REM

-M.Peña

The time is right

The stars will never align
because they spark and fly
like when our eyes meet
a butterfly effect
a plethora of "what if" situations
I'll scribble in my mind
all I crave is seconds.
Every goosebump on my skin
is your love propogated
timeless are my visions
covetous my unrelenting desire
for love,
for you.

-M.Peña

Sexy Feelings

hot showers
dulce de leche ice cream
vacations in the caribe
getting on an airplane
samba-barely clothed
private massages
fireplaces
a glass of merlot
sleeping naked
-under my down comforter
finishing a great workout
my convertible on a warm day
my ray-bans
motorcycles
french movies
sneaking bites of dark chocolate
luscious lips
dark skin
buying myself flowers
A fresh blowout
shooting pool
ocean water
a full moon
salsa dancing
guitars
violins
juicy guavas
R&B
cuddling

...the list goes on

Paranoia

Clear thoughts choked by delusions

unbalanced, unsound neurosis

borderline instabilities

give me loss of faith and

create a crawling anxiety

that traps my mind and body

within 4 walls.

A fast heartbeat

requires a cure to slow down

this strangled breath.

I gasp for air

eyes glazed over with fear.

I dig my nails into oblivion

gripping a life once nurtured

invaluable to all eyes.

Feeling our bliss slip

is my paranoia.

Anti-anxiety meds might remedy this disillusion.

What I need is an intervention.

-M.Peña

What now?

Now...
I collide with the air I breathe
just to feel something

Now...
I dance to fill my body with rhythm
to create energy
and hear a language I understand
with no translations

Now...
I feel lonely from time to time
so I type to make the minutes pass
because the keyboard keeps me company

Before...
I wrote from curiosity
to understand you better
to get a piece of you

Now...
I write to discover myself
and hear myself think
everything seems clearer
when my pen's out of ink

Now...
I write because its the only way
I can talk to you anymore
scream at you for leaving me
lust for you without seeing you
or touching you

Now...
I write so you can read right through me
because you left me speechless,
loveless, and crazed

Now what?
I'll write to inspire
to conspire with my thoughts
to realize that in losing you
I'm still reading myself
over and over again

-M.Peña

Cynicism

I have an adventurous side// I have a curious side// I have a goofy side// I have a serious side// an I laugh at everything side// a nothing you say is funny side so shut the fuck up side// a cautious side// and a reckless side too// a compassionate side all too often dominated by that I don't give a fuck about your feelings side// an everything is all smiles side// an all too ever-present I just wanna cry without being judged for it side// an I'm not weak side// I have that fuck those that don't approve of me side// and that just like me for me side -- I find this side triumphant most days side// I have that I can face the world side// that no one can stop me side// that I shall overcome side// but when I'm all alone finally, all that self-righteous shit becomes that I don't know if I can carry on side ...

written by me 7/22/08
-M.Peña

No estoy hecha de piedra, ni de hiero
pero talves de una madera debil
y desramada.
Tus palabras me hieren como un cuchillo
incrustado en miedo aire,
doloroso y aunque unidas perfectamente
en un solo cuerpo.
Un superficie partido
y una essencia intocable,
rompiste mis illusiones en dos,
pero ahora tengo el doble
de esperanzas.
No tengo numeracion, ni comparacion
ni sera otra statistica.
Pero de tu propia voluntad,
te quedaras con la reputacion
de un rompe corazones.

-M.Pena

I'm a Poet

The Honest Truth

Mariposa de la noche

Me escuchaste anoche?

Toce tu ventana

y susurre mil secretos en tu oido

trascendi tus sueños

como la luz de la luna en noches oscuras

me acoste entre tu pecho y tu resuello

y dormiste a mi lado

con una calma ardiente.

Me sentiste?

No tienes que verme

estare ahi en tus noches

y calentare tu cuerpo.

Viajaremos junto

un largo destino

hechas en brisas

que llegan bajos las palmas

y nos agaramos de esperanzas

para el dia que mi reso

se convierta en mas de un sueño.

El viento te dira mi verdad y mis secretos

que volaban de boca a pecho

porque si me oyes

...

y tu corazon escucha

ya se que me amas y me amaras

despierto y dormido.

-M.Peña

Boiling Points

You escape me
like volatile vapors
you suffocate me as
seething lies escape your mouth
temperaments rise
body temperatures febrile
relentlessly hot and beaten
hectic and congested
desperate for reprieve from
distorted senses
intact deceits
a rotting core that speaks in vain
words befitting of a depraved conscious
degenerating into malice.

I simply stand
eyes agape
overcome with mystique
forgetting that you rinse and repeat
a trend with no end.
I've gone mad one too many times
head spinning like an exorcist scene
spewing derogatory wishes at you
eventhough its not true.

You bring out the worst in me
yet manage to make me love you
with all the same intensity.

-M.Peña

"Si Tu Me Olvidas"

Quiero que sepas
una cosa.

Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe:
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.

Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.

Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en esa día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.

Pero
si cada día,
cada hora,
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable,
si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.

-Pablo Neruda

Second Passions

I don't have a plan
but check how I move
with swift feet
and a curious heart beat
back into sex, love, pain
enraptured impulses
crave one more chance.
I'll let it go with a flow
unrestrained by thoughts
that tense back motions
towards your lips.
That embrace is all I think of.
I still feel your heat
rushing through me
vaccinated by desire
immune to aches
and consuming fears.
A medicine made
to cure false illusions
and neglect caused by confusion
grazing chills down my spine
its a thrill
just being by your side.
I won't denounce this fervor, this temper,
or this voice.

-M.Peña

"Human Nature"

Looking Out

Across The Night-Time

The City Winks A Sleepless Eye

Hear Her Voice

Shake My Window

Sweet Seducing Sighs

Get Me Out

Into The Night-Time

Four Walls Won't Hold Me

Tonight

If This Town

Is Just An Apple

Then Let Me Take A Bite

If They Say -

Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is

Human Nature

Why, Why, Does He Do Me

That Way

If They Say -

Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is

Human Nature

Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way

Reaching Out

To Touch A Stranger

Electric Eyes Are Ev'rywhere

See That Girl

She Knows I'm Watching

She Likes The Way I Stare

If They Say -

Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is Human Nature

Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way

If They Say -

Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is Human Nature

Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way

I Like Livin' This Way

I Like Lovin' This Way

Looking Out

Across The Morning

The City's Heart Begins To Beat

Reaching Out

I Touch Her Shoulder

I'm Dreaming Of The Street

If They Say -

Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is Human Nature

Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way

If They Say -

Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is Human Nature

Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way

I Like Livin' This Way

-Michael Jackson

(one of my fave songs)

Deep Breath In
Fill your lungs
Exhale Out
Head to core
Shoulders down
Neck long
Legs together
At tabletop
Legs at 45 degree angle
Arms to your side
the "100"
Aghhhhhh
Don't hold your breath!
Child's pose
Plank pose
Spine stretched
Downward facing dog
Walk back
Roll up every vertebrae
Hang loose

The sounds of a hard core Pilates class.
I suffer because I want this great ass to stay tight. :-)

-M.Pena

I kept thinking to myself today
What if
What if
What if
One change would have motioned a different set of events
But then I realized I'm not living the life I imagined for myself nor will I. I can't change anything and I can't wish for a different outcome. My life is beautiful with its faults, turns, highs and lows. I'm just meant to live it.

-M.Pena

Off the beaten path

Four beaten paths
worked desolate and rigorous
to the raw core I plunged each time
footsteps dotted each landscape
while grim steps planned my escape.
With ingrained memories
I'll brush through this new chance
floating above unexplored territory
changing my ways
expecting no mercies
reaching immeasurable heights
without falling in a consumed daze
endless risks
eternal fates
await hastily
for me
to unravel these warped webs
and find a clear route to entrancing bliss

-M.Peña

SAMO as an end to mindwash religion, nowhere politics, and bogus Philosophy
-Jean Michel Basquiat

Mis Paredes

Entre las paredes se quedaron
los secretos
como pensamientos de una mirada
fue lo unico que me dejaste
aparte de tus nubladas palabras
y la foto de tu sonrisa se queda
en mi ventana reflecionada
y tus cuentos y teorías de la vida
todavia las escucho como
viento del mar resfriado
me recuerdo tu llegada
callada y constelada
el beso que me calentaba
entragada y desvelada
todavia reso por ti
con calma en mi cama
porque bebi de tu agua,
respire de tu aire,
y creci como flor enriquecida
en tu espacio
y aunque caen los petalos
se queda el fruto protegido
de una cosecha crecida en secreto
eres el cucullo de la noche
que siempre amaneceras pegado
de mis paredes.

-M. Peña

"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse

than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever

suffered when it goes in search of its dream

...

but there is suffering in life

and there are defeats

No one can avoid them but its better to lose

some of the battles in the struggles for

your dreams than to be defeated without

ever knowing what you're fighting for"

-Paolo Coelho

Me siento desesperada, desvelada,
y triste
Mi alma larga gritos de soledad
y el espacio vacio dentro de mi
se refleja como un ueco en el aire
no se encuentra ni su carisia,
ni su sonrisa
No me pregunten mas
que no tengo el donde, el cuando,
ni el porque.

-M.Peña

I come from a place of sun, of glow,
of heat that radiates
from my innermost energy
A pulse, a beat, a sensory stimuli
that evokes the truth
I elicit, I provoke, I envision
the tangible
Its imminent.
Obscurity stings.

-M.Peña

Saving Grace

I'll save my grace
for times unchanged
unmarked by hopeless, desperate faces
Propriety is not for humbled souls
that grieve from within
no vain to take their anguish away
just daily disillusions
investing in their pain
no double takes
no hand to lend the way
embittered from estrangement
afflicted by
an agonized mind
a cruel fate seen through
dingy rose colored glasses
I'll walk on by and look away
then let prayers expunge my guilt
for neglect is easier than grievances
that reckon with this conscience

-M.Peña

Listen

I don't contemplate tomorrow nor do I need to
I'd like to know you right now
without motive, or reason, or logic
my curiosity is a virtue
my naiveté a weakness
my senses heightened by every touch,
every thought, and taste of you
Can I still be your butterfly?
Will you still caress my face with your hands?
Kiss me like you mean it?
What if I promise you my truth,
my piety, my unapologetic reality?
Will you then accept my imperfections?

I want you just the way you are

Should you forget who you are,
I'll remind you
I'll protect you from your
ludicrous thoughts and frantic dreams
I'll be your pillow for comfort and cushion
at the end of a long, vicious day
...the ones that frequent your life all too often
I want to be the light in your eyes.
Make you smile, keep you high,
even make you cry
say a prayer for your pain
and rub your stress away
I'm just a catalyst for love

-M.Peña

Immortal words that resonate
Feel it nailed to your skin
Hear it in the distance
Tell me you believe
Faith is an echo
A silence

-M.Peña

"I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids,

and when the night surrounded me I was born again:

I was the owner of my own darkness"

-Pablo Neruda

When does it become right?
this lust at first sight
Inaudible, unspeakable is this
tenderness and sensuality
Primitive are these senses that
cling beneath our skin
A gallery of painted images
reflected by our dreams
A novel thats finished its prologue
a voice for what will be
So, tell me
What do you think you'll get from me?

Mar

Encounters

Sorries won't cut it this time
not sure what can be said
that won't make me do cannonballs
to the ends of the earth
Forgive and forget does not exist
we crash, we wound, we scar and
we hope that no part of us dies.
I'd rather have amnesia than
relive the anxiety, the lies, and
the aneurisms that blow fuses
through my brain and trickle
numbness through my limbs.
I won't believe what you say
I'm sure you'll confuse what my love is
Natural instincts say don't let you do this
Encounters that mimic
reverse imageries of utopias
....and still this bubble won't pop.

Enraged, I scream.
Listless, I stare.
In perpetual disarray, I wander.
Just to find that it won't change a thing.

-M.Peña

Tengo Visiones

Tengo visiones
Sentada en una galeria
con piso de marmol y mesedoras viejas
hechas de mimbre

Veo el campo.

Adornada de verdes arboles, flores,
piedras y tierra blanca
se siente y huele a lluvia fresca
el olor de fogon intoxica el aire
un silencio que quema el alma
un sabor a casa
nostalgica como mi niñez
miro desde dentro afuera
con mis ojos y mi ser
y siento PAZ.
Creo quel solo rayo de sol
me tocara la piel y me cerara los ojos
hasta ver visiones.

-M.Peña

Subliminal messages
Interpreted by receptive and
fueling minds
.......indulgent and undogmatic
in knowledge
often missed by shallow minds
answers that reveal themselves
in pages, symbols , faces and dreams alike
a light footprint in the midst of chaos
washed away by the roll of a tide
trampled by everyday idiosyncrasies
affecting our subconscious states of mind
and altering our actions, our attitudes, our intuition
changes that occur
in essential secret.

M.Peña

En mi Cama

Quiero levantarme contigo
Un amanecer en qual ceramos la noche
Pintame la piel de besos
Aropame de tu calor
Tu sombra es la diferencia
despues del largo viaje
La claridad esta en mis ojos y
en mi alma.

M.Peña

"Podran cortar todas las flores pero, no podran detener la
primavera"
-Pablo Neruda

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I find myself buried in his peaks and valleys
crevices that make way for
my lips, my tears, my breath
A lullaby is what I hear
from his relentless heart drones and hums
A synchronization of beats, of energy,
of touch that might spiral out of control
A chain reaction I can't call my own
A natural high not dope-induced
but coma-induced
Floating above clouds and the light of the moon
and yet I'm grounded
Enveloped in its crescent shape I lay
Entwined I defy gravity and cascade
lightly into a dream beneath my eyes
Paramnesia?
Phenomenal hypnosis?
Don't arouse me from my conscious sedation

M.Peña

Resignation

Out of reach
Out of touch
Is that creation
In his hand
I long for
I shall wait
for raining miracles
to grace my windows
of faith
of bliss
of passion
I won't fall
into foolish acts
from disgraceful egos
sacrificing blinding heat
from my core
never the ONE
speaking in tongues
to save this soul
that vicariously repents
during inept solitude
light is dark
when caste in fear
but words like prayers de mystify
obscure sentiments
intense indignation
lust and urges alike
renounce my spirit
In cascading water
and baptize me with vitality
my will divine
my breath eager
for transitions
into sanctity

M.Peña

A stab in the heart.
Hurts.
LOVE IS STRONGER THAN PAIN
Breathe.
Even if you feel you can't.
Live.
Our existence flows in light speeds.
Forgive.
Perfection dwells in no one.
Cry.
To cleanse your soul.
Play.
A song for each phase of your existence.

M.Peña

Spring deceived me with kisses
that never bloomed
I unravel my palms
held tight with humility
dropping buds filled with love
as wishes trickle spirals in a puddle
and the winds brush warmth
on my cheek
for comfort
I feel your void in the air
and tiptoe into a deserted silent breeze

M.Peña

I'm new to blogging and I hope I'm welcomed in unfamiliar territory. I'll thank the person who got my creative juices flowing. You know who you are. ;-*

"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it
is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye."

-from Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry