alejandropoeta
amor fati / amor mundi
Poems are my footprints on the sands of time offering witness to this ephemeral life experience. You will find my reblogs at @tesoros-selectos.
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Pan-Erotic
Walking in the breeze,
As I stroll around
Through a silken eve,
The sun lays down
To rest…
As it spreads its charms,
Soothing warmth of gold,
Wrapping gentle arms
Around my fractured soul’s
Unrest…
Stirred, in healing ecstasy,
And head-to-toe I fall
In love with nature’s scene,
With joy, dancing in her ball
Undressed…
Mind and matter softly glide,
Shackles melt, types unbound,
In wholesome Pan-Erotic pride:
Male & female fused, just one,
So Blessed…
Alejandro Fabián
Pittsburgh, PA 05-25-2023
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Haven Woman
In a haven by the ocean,
There's a woman in her prime,
With the glory of the sunrise
Always shining in her smile.
Mindful mother, business woman,
She'll transform for every dance,
And on the beach there is no man
Who can hide away his glance.
She takes on each day with gusto,
Holds life firmly in her hand,
Yet her body does move just so,
As to make this poet smile!
Alejandro Fabián
OBX, 05-14-2023
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Riddle, Only Once
A mist of morning heavy lays,
Silent, formless, undisturbed:
Spell that tames the ocean waves
Hides a Riddle of the living and the dead.
There’s a spirit mourning in the sound
Of the surf deeply rolling in my heart;
Strolling down life’s shores I have found,
That in this Riddle I do play a part
– but only once.
I strain to see the blurry distant line,
But a true horizon I can no longer find,
So in the ebb and flow of unforgiving time
I surrender to embrace the Riddle’s bind.
Some seek answers in the latest shiny fad,
Some a clue in another’s touch or love,
Some, the Riddle only drives them mad
So they evade it, full of chatter or with strife.
In my stillness, a light shows her question mark:
‘round my neck her mystery dangles like a charm.
“Isn’t there a second chance?”, is all I can remark.
Riddle’s outline, deep in silence, walks holding my arm.
“No, only once,” she then whispers by my side.
Riddle, charm, mistress of my heart and mind;
Ever-present, from my Muse I cannot hide…
Living, longing, only once, will the Riddle be my rhyme.
Alejandro Fabián
Kitty Haw, NC - USA
13 de Mayo, 2023
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DAWN SENSORIUM
The face of day opens greetings smiling wide
Blushing hues of crimson-orange in delight;
A cup of passion spilled upon horizon’s brow
Ignites Poesy, muse’s arrow firmly in the heart.
Messenger aroused in the mystery of the skies,
Whispering wind, Naiads' speech beyond time’s span,
Confessing to eternal cycles in bonds to universal tides;
Only musings of a presence… faint footprints of a man.
The Titan rises, power raw, primitive and undisturbed.
Hyperion never fell: man’s gods were just a passing spell.
Selene in witness bares open, tender, her white breast
To her lover’s fiery passion that ceaselessly awakes.
And such a symphony of waves also heartily celebrates
This rich pansexual orgy of the fundamental elements,
Foaming pleasure, caressing the sandy lips of earth,
Agitating Gaia with wet fingers in concentric rivulets.
From the overflowing cup of dawn, I sip a drop, so fresh:
Sun, moon, ocean, wind-sky dancing in - total naked mirth!
The magical Elixir deeply penetrates the sensorium of my flesh,
And I quiver, living spasm, inebriated in a longing for rebirth.
Alejandro Fabián
May 10th, 2023. Kitty Hawk, NC, USA
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Potential
What’s the matter with this energy?
Waning and waxing, potential flows.
In and out of life, I still give it a go….
But, what’s the energy that matters most?
Her green eyes said it all:
the potential for more,
but I felt the energy go,
held her hand to the end
until her body grew cold.
I could do nothing, but sob;
could not stop the outflow.
Her potential was gone:
did anything matter at all?
She had dreams, that I know.
Where did her energy go?
Flesh against flesh, I felt it pass on:
potential energy of life moving on
from my matter, to more…
Dreams of her eyes, now in new bones;
but does it matter at all, or not?
Potential energy slowly unfolds:
footprints in time are all that it shows.
I look back, they wash off:
I know I must also grow cold.
Does it matter, the energy, or not?
Message in this bottle that I pass on
with the potential that it still holds
for those bold enough to learn
how to smile, how to live,
how to love and let go…
whether it matters, or not.
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Alejandro Fabián
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My Silence
Sit in my silence…
tenderly throbbing
this silence;
pregnant the void
dim, deep within
is my silence.
Hear my silence…
tersely vibrating
this silence;
presence alone
blankets my soul
in its silence.
Bear my silence…
secretly holding
this silence;
pains of my being
heavy my ghosts
in my silence.
Cherish my silence…
tearfully yearning
this silence;
haunts I embrace
echoes of you
filling my silence.
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Alejandro Fabián
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Being & Man
Today, it’s the first day
Life grips in a new way:
From the womb of fateful past
I break free; shadows cannot last.
Inner eye opens to new light,
Swearing off all chains and angst
To rise, or fall, or be cast out:
Choose to become, my truth shout.
With strength of will, mind sound,
I shall walk and stare it down,
That misshapen karmic plan
And naked, stand, Being Man.
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Alejandro Fabián
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Forgiveness
Forgiveness, there is none,
Where blame holds no ground:
Illusions of a splintered mind
To the wheel of fate held in bind.
Forgiveness, there is none,
Self-serving, like the other one,
Shadows of anger’s blame
Hiding a ghostly pit of shame.
Forgiveness, there is none,
Let go, forgo the ego’s frown;
Past and future come around:
Blame, forgiveness, corpses
in the ground.
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Alejandro Fabián
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Reserved
There’s a magic in your presence,
(When you gaze down),
And a I truly see your essence,
(When you gaze down),
It’s a furtive effervescence,
(When you gaze down)
Veiled, reserved, that glance,
(When you gaze down)
Hiding secrets from my senses,
(When you gaze down)
All held hostage, all in reverence,
(When you gaze down)
At the moment’s evanescence,
(When you gaze down).
Do not mask your incandescence!
You are most fully in my presence
When you gaze down!
______________________________
Alejandro Fabián
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All The Time
All the time
is not mine
to think,
in an eye’s blink,
I’ll be gone,
flesh forlorn.
All the time,
this inner rhyme,
this count-down:
my heart’s sound,
ticking bomb...
I see the tomb.
All the time
deep, in this mine,
cave of fears,
sea of tears;
but it’s no time
yet, to unbind.
All the time
is not mine
to write this message,
to parse this melange;
retort, with a smile,
to creation’s guile.
All the time
is not mine,
yet still a breath
ignites this birth:
elusive thought
that time begot.
All the time...
more time, no time?
to open up, to let go
needs that do corrode
all this time here, mine
still, time to rhyme.
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Alejandro Fabián
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Summer Intersection
Unknowingly, I came to find
hidden choices at that intersection,
invisible paths of the searching mind:
I cast my eyes in your direction.
What flame did it ignite
(the sacred flint at the intersection)
to bend with unsuspecting might
the flow of life with such intention?
How could I know that it was your smile
the hidden sign - the “x” - at our intersection
a warning? The Universe in its guile
could break apart my life’s foundations.
Unsuspecting, I raised my glass
trapping your eyes at the intersection:
a melding of our seeking hearts,
innocent and curious, in their exploration.
By what design did you decide
to take that risk at the intersection
and step ahead, through the crowd glide,
towards the question mark of my intention?
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Alejandro Fabián
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Tangle
What a tangle
life is
of expectations
people have.
What a tangle
it is:
fears, insecurities
that abound.
What a tangle
it sprouts:
neediness, judgments,
thick like mud.
What a tangle
oozes out:
gloating egos
pretense of clowns.
What a tangle
it webs
luring vanity
straight to its death.
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Alejandro Fabián
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Love?
What is love?
Word insufficient,
common mistake.
Love is surrender
that intoxicates;
poses as sacrifice
not innocent;
hides your desire:
lust to possess.
Love you like Jesus
or Romeo and Juliet.
Distorts my vision,
makes you my friend.
Springs from the heart
grasping and blind:
love this! love that!
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Alejandro Fabián
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Swallows Dancing
Air
Crisp with laughter
Of chirping
Swallows dancing.
Sun
Fading brighter,
To playful
Swallows bowing.
Clouds
Sailing faster,
At whirling
Swallows smiling.
Silence…
Stillness…
Air, sun, clouds
And swallows cuddling.
Just one, gentle star,
To soothe the pain
Of this last swallow dancing.
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Alejandro Fabián
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Cyclical
Here, now,
Empty frown,
Silence deep,
Hollow steep.
Body carved,
Hungry, hard,
Searching eyes
Wave goodbyes.
Receding pasts,
Nothing lasts,
Desire claims,
Need maims.
Rejected joy,
Seeker boy,
Morning sounds,
Out of bounds.
Sensorial craves,
Inner waves,
Pleasure, pain,
Lone, in vain.
Day and night,
Cyclical plight;
Standing, still:
Wait, I will...
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Alejandro Fabián
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Natural Tide
Stirring in your eyes,
I see the waves that rise
And across the hollow air,
A message in a smile.
Power hidden in its calm,
An ocean opens wide;
Senses pulled to the realm
Of your natural tide.
Winds of warm caresses
Stirring up my strength
As I ride on all the surfaces
And unfurl my sail at length.
So fast, so hard, the rolling
Of each succeeding wave;
So smooth, so slow the undulating
Groaning rhythm of our rave.
Skilled intuition as the guide,
I steer gently to the crest
Surfing, together, on this tide
Risen, natural, from your breast.
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Alejandro Fabián
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No Rhyme
A poem with no rhyme
in lines that pass me by,
the words I fail to find
to make story out of life.
Empty verses don’t describe
this painful solitude of mind,
searching here, there, low or high
for a meaning lost in time.
So I lift up bloodshot eyes,
probe fellow human-kind:
ghosts behind the smiles,
just vapors fading in the sky.
I lift up this hollow cup,
of blood, tears, pain and mud,
to the void of dark and light
and I curse...
“You are just a poem with no rhyme!”
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Alejandro Fabián
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