Tuesday, December 2, 2014

HOME

Aah my home... engulfed in flames...
If only a bit I could care...
It could never really become mine...
Or I was never from there.
-Rishiraj

ENTROPY

If you are gone, if you are away

I'd give up and let entropy sway

-Rishiraj

CASI NADA

No te recuerdo bien...
He bebido mucho
He bebido y ya no...
Recuerdo sólo unos mensajes
los mensajes que me enviaste
En los que me decías...
que la quisiera...
o que por lo menos la cuidara
Recuerdo sólo unos mensajes
los mensajes que me envió ella
En los que me decía...
que te ibas
que se encontraba sola
muy sola
Recuerdo poco...
Y si recuerdo bien
Les prometí algo...
Algo que si recuerdo bien...
Cumplo cada momento de mi vida
Pero la verdad es que no recuerdo bien
Es que he bebido mucho...
Y no recuerdo casi nada
sólo el humo de tabaco
casi nada...
-Rishiraj

Monday, November 3, 2014

MOTH TO A SCREEN

Looking at a moth on my computer screen
Filled with gratitude towards nature
I said to myself:
Ah, thankfully
because of me
He's got a light that does not burn.
-MR

Friday, June 20, 2014

NOT FOR MINORS

Meet me in the presence of many,
Dilute me in different ways.
Meet me less, not all at once...
Meet me once in several days.

Once you have the right to vote,
Come see me, we might just talk
Pursue things that you know of...
You should know what you stalk.

Meet me less, not all at once...
Too much me won't be that sweet.
Meet me in the presence of many,
Alone, pure, I am absolute neat.

- Rishiraj

Friday, May 23, 2014

POST ALL

When the cities burn
When people feed on each other
When we pay a long postponed visit to the stone age
Many will fall
like sacks of grain
And many will be fed upon
Smoke will arise
from collective graves
or uncovered bodies
possibly one of them yours
I will stay
I'll live on
I have to rule the aftermath

Friday, April 25, 2014

THE MAPS MUST GO

I do admit that it's all insane
boundless heat and constant pain
There scorching sun, there rain
All efforts totally going in vain

But you can alter just your maps
To match truly with the terrain
The roads can't be changed for maps
New roads found, and the old remain

If the ground gets too confusing
And the maps no longer discern
Trust the ground and move forth
The maps must go, let them burn