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taco bell bags
and half drunken
gatorade bottles
pad the floor
and occasionally
prevent me
from breaking in time
while the sun
is delighting in the burst
of cracks
that decorate the windshield
like some sort of
satanic snowflake
that glows
ever led-
light chasing
its face
to fire
the aged iris
of this still-
seeing
gunmetal
vessel
a thousand copper gods
retired to the mire
of soda-cup-
sweat
spitting echoes
in a slur
of the prayers
we never did send
to the sky.
and half drunken
gatorade bottles
pad the floor
and occasionally
prevent me
from breaking in time
while the sun
is delighting in the burst
of cracks
that decorate the windshield
like some sort of
satanic snowflake
that glows
ever led-
light chasing
its face
to fire
the aged iris
of this still-
seeing
gunmetal
vessel
a thousand copper gods
retired to the mire
of soda-cup-
sweat
spitting echoes
in a slur
of the prayers
we never did send
to the sky.
Literature
Woodkid - Iron
Woodkid - Iron
Głęboko w toni wód, w martwocie i odrętwieniu,
Gdzie niewinne dusze płoną w potępieniu,
Tysiące mil od domu, idę naprzód sam,
Przemarznięty do szpiku kości, jestem tylko ja,
Żołnierz samozwańczy, nie znam drogi swej,
Topię się panicznie w winie wewnątrz mnie,
Czekam tylko na znak, ręka na piersi drży,
Jestem gotowy na bój, przeznaczenie i łzy.
W mojej głowie dzwoni impet żelaznych nut,
Grom bębnów wojennych zapisuje już,
Rytm ciał upadających, ilość martwych dusz,
Literature
Softening of Armor
There was a time of great sickness-
bare bones starving out the demons
and building fragile frameworks
to withstand the stress of change.
There were doubts and defenses…
fear and then thunder-
crashing moments of shared vibration.
The epic push and pull,
full silence followed by
some sweet surrender,
affirmations of realness,
the softening of armor,
the slow, sinking sensation
of accepting a beautiful truth
whose solace outweighed trepidation.
A greatness to vanquish
all previous transgressions-
the abstruse condition of falling in love.
© M.Pimentel 2015
Literature
For the Syrian Sufferer
I refuse to stay blind like everyone else
I won't abide to lives turned to hells
Even children are killed as it is
How long will we accept all this?
Syria's become a minefield of late
Just imagine a dissident's fate
Does anyone see the suffering?
The way that everyone's hurting?
The innocents being crushed?
Just to keep them scared and shushed?
Don't ignore them any longer
Expose their grief, thirst and hunger
Turning your back, it's irrational
Support Amnesty International
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Some of the best, most vivid description I've read in a while. Really brings the scene alive, a delight to read.