Happy birthday Robbie!!!

 'For my own part I never had the least thought or inclination of turning Poet 

till I got heartily in Love, 

and then Rhyme and Song were, in a manner,

 the spontaneous language of my heart.' 

(First Commonplace Book, 1783)

- Robert Burns 

A Mother's Lament For the Death of Her Son.

Fate gave the word, the arrow sped,

  And pierc’d my darling’s heart;

And with him all the joys are fled

  Life can to me impart.

By cruel hands the sapling drops,        

  In dust dishonour’d laid;

So fell the pride of all my hopes,

  My age’s future shade.

The mother-linnet in the brake

  Bewails her ravish’d young;        

So I, for my lost darling’s sake,

  Lament the live-day long.

Death, oft I’ve feared thy fatal blow.

  Now, fond, I bare my breast;

O, do thou kindly lay me low        

  With him I love, at rest!

Robert Burns

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,

It's ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you

The love of all man's days both past and forever:

Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.

The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -

And the songs of every poet past and forever.

― Rabindranath Tagore, Selected Poems

Rosas Rojas

21/Jun/01

Las rosas eran rojas
Y cayeron...
Cayeron con tan solo
Tocarlas por un instante;
Mi desilusión
Se posó en ellas.
Toda nuestra historia acabó...
Y las rosas cayeron,
Cayeron siendo rojas..

The Mirror of Life

He stood around waiting for the 24 hour candles to blow out
Wandering his mind throughout the walls of the secluded space
He felt trapped in the whirling motion of materialistic air
While expecting the ordeal of impatience to disappear
A treacly vision of a mirror image flattered his eyes
The three-dimensional glazed character had been eyeing him up
When the bewitching object decided to break up the quietness
My dearest of all, murmured the living glazed creature
I am the mirror of life, get through me and you will see
Petrified by the unbelievable happening, the man stood still
He could see the red carpet building up in an amazing way
A magical pathway to a fairy tale destination
He started to plod along the enlightened lane
A fall into empty space, no reflections, it had no face
Leading his illusory well of expectations to a clouded dream
Again, the bell of entreaties rang feebly, come closer and hear
Your eyes are the mirror of your soul
Share a tear and you will see the meaning of life
He cried a water pond of all his redeeming sins
Then he saw...the reflecting God in glass composition.

by Ray Laurens
Copyright ©2005 Ray Goyeau Laurens

Flesh & Blood

When I die, do not cry
Unless you really loved me.
But if you loved me, you will cry,
But if you loved me, you will cry,
And you will not marry soon after I die.

- Farewell song of Pawnee warrior -

Metaphoric Feelings

Me pareció importante compartir con ustedes esto que mi amigo Ray escribió, cuando lo terminó me comentó que se inscribiría en el concurso anual de poesía (al que también me invitó, pero me negué rotundamente!)

Lo mas sorprendente de todo este asunto fue... QUE LO GANO!!!
y publicaron su poema en el libro... con todo y la dedicatoria para mi :)


Es que en aquellos entonces nos la pasabamos hablando de la vida, la música,
nuestros anhelos y todo lo demás!

Gracias Ray... ahora me toca a mi!
(Algun día iré a recoger mi libro a Bélgica... es una promesa!!!)

METAPHORIC FEELINGS

Every night, always this strange feeling
Swelling, getting bigger, collapsing my universe of disbelief
The trees of my rational entities feed
The greed and lust of my inner satisfaction
My emotions can't be controlled and the feelings are getting bigger
Greater, deeper than any word could express
The madness in me I cannot describe
Flows, carrying along a river of teardrops
I can't withhold my tears from crying
And the same old feelings are still getting bigger
And stronger for the eternity of life
I love you

- Ray Laurens -