You and I through Midnight -Poetry-

You,

Who blow the wind

Catching lightning's

In your dreams

Eating creatures

From my stories

Catch the light

From fireflies

In my memories

To cloud the thinking

Of unholy little thoughts

Dancing freely

through the night

You,

Dreamer of stories

Bite the Golden Apple

Draw in the clear water

Challenge me

To a sword fight

In this almighty glory

Of eternity watching

Outside time and space

Our Little story

Midnight

Into this temple

Dawn through out the field

Singing to my perception

Eating the broken dreams

In this insomniac darkness

That shatters the lamb sleep

You,

Who never question

I

Who never forgets

Us

Writing walls

that never fall

All

That is this lecture

Those do not forget

Midnight 

To you and I

Through seamless instants

Trap in my hands

Rooting my skin

Eating the night forever

You,

Who always listen

living in my silent scream

--William Rosado-Ocasio

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Natural Thoughts -Poetry-

Is raining in the river

Of a desert country

Outside the frontier

In ethereal lightning’s

Dancing in the forest

The ghost of my dream

Cutting down a tree

Hand of the great Gaia

Void of the future

Laments in the water

Fishing squids and plankton

Coral reef inside the space of an hour

Mines of crystal shards

Diamonds cutting hands

Rubies staining the dust

Air blowing my thoughts

Leafs of endless moments

Eating my life force

Endlessly 

Evanescence: a Haiku -Poetry-

The skylight clouds wash

the mist of the world darkness

evanescence dream

Chocolate Almond Cake -Poetry-

For this little enterprise

you will chop rock almonds

and cut chocolate stars.

You will mix eggs, flour,

sparkling sugar crystals,

milk that spills over the batter,

and melted stars in exotic rum.

You will heat it at 350 grades

over the melted center of the earth

that stands in your kitchen.

Then you will cover it all over again

with a coat of chocolate and almond glace,

sparkling, sponge, magical, superb…

Fluffy clouds that in your mouth melts.

You can make the experience more heavenly

By putting a ball of snowy vanilla cream

To the left of this special rocky fudge delicate,

Where every humani, any race and all creation

Can enjoy the devilish sensation of creamy flavors.

And so, to every humani,

any race and all creation;

I will give you a stellar blessing:

“Bon appetite, buen provecho,

Enjoy this little piece of perfection.”

Cake by William Rosado Ocasio / Photo by Steph Soto

Blooded Sword -Poetry-

Poetry and Photo by William Rosado Ocasio

Twisted Crown -Poetry-

        ◊                                           ◊               ◊

                          I                                            Wish                                                 the

 

                       Sir                                             in the                                                title

 

                       of all                                        legends                                       that pass

 

                      from the                              dark times in                             their darkest

 

                      Hour where the myth became realities for the inhabitants of the islands

 

                       Above the cruel oceans of despair that wash away the hundred years

 

                         Of wars and spill blood from children that try to escape from the

 

                          Abomination of a sword that cuts the sand pillar and sculptures

 

                            From the roots of the ancient tree of death that lies in a valley

 

                            Of green meadow guarded by the old giant serpent and wolf

 

                             A vile crown cursed for eternity by the action of his owner

             

Midnight -Poetry-

I am the sapphire blue apeirogon in the eternal paper,

the tick-tock of a watch and a table,

Vivaldi’s Vedro con Mio Diletto,

and the violin that cries over

the tickling sensation of a musician fingers.



I am the snake and the evergreen garden,

the sacred kapok tree and the evening wind,

the gâteau ou chocolat over the plate,

and the infinity of number eight.



I scream for those who forget,

because I am a Buddha walking

through an abyss in to midnight.

Meadow -Poetry-

My name is Meadow,

The dancing sea

of colorful flowers,



The birds singing

over the tree,



Peace is skipping

true the curious lake



Open air

to give

an innocent

embrace.



Peaceful wet grass,

like a soft laughing

resting place

for the calm

and relaxed.

What is the Beach without Sand? -Poetry-

The beach without sand,

it’s a world-wide lake,

residence of a race,

that search only lives with nothing.

They are waves that bathe the Earth,

terrestrial movements of pain,

fear of the future. 

It’s an evanescent dream,

memories lost in the fog,

forgotten by its creators.

It’s a reef of death,

of infinite forgetfulness,

dreams agglomerated by ridicule.

They are lies of envy,

ridicules of the condemned,

dreams that shipwrecked.

The beach without sand

it’s a man that doesn’t exist.

Walking at Night (An Italian Sonnet) [Continuation of "Theseus"]

Theseus is still walking in the night

While the mysteries of the forest comes

As he hear the sinister sound of drums

That comes whispering of the dead and blight,

Of his empty banal life and take flight

To a place outside of time that will crumbs

When the endless California succumbs

To the rigid laws of electric light.



A black dragon around his left leg gleam,

A gargantuan bug with hairy legs,

A keen requiem to the mother of earth.

But this is just a very backward dream,

About the ancient art of beggar’s begs

That makes his mind to rethink a rebirth.

Theseus (A Shakesperian Sonnet) -Poetry-

(This poem is related to the spanish short story: "El Encantado Bosque de Arena".)


I am Theseus, a human being

A tall and attractive humanist man.

I hate bugs and live always at seeing

A mythical forest from where I scan

Ethereal shapes, while I eat ice cream

Of chocolate flavor in a glass cup.

I’m thinking of my divorce and redeem

The idea that karma is foul up.



My mind is full of images of trees,

Kelpies and harpies and sphinxes of sand

In a California night of fairies

That lives in the mind of a sandy land.



So this is just the usual masquerade,

That always human beings hide in shade.