pacivo

 

all life has been a fever
avoiding sick people
and the cure has been
in love.

all time was spent in waiting
patiently for the morning
after long nights in
anger withdraws.

each day is like a rip tide
pulling us into deep traps.

our words are sailboats
sinking, being shipwrecks.

our heart is the very treasure
long gone, one day
discovered.


I've had enough of self righteousness
claiming brotherly affection.

I'm beyond this simple language.

All I do is judge rightly,
noticing how you treat me

how you hold me or leave me
when the music dims out
briefly.

07.19.21

rythmical-artisans

 

I let my thoughts echo on the front page
resonating through the years
even sounding clearly
all my screaming as a preteen
barely reaching to your ears.

If love was like time
in planetary confessions,

call me the late bachelor
bringing roses when you're dead.

The mice run into the hillsides
escaping the trampling of people.

So too are the artist,
the lovecraftians, the hopeless.

They, meaning us, scatter outside
shelters.

We journey through a city
only stopping for the sunsets.

The neon lights become so dim
compared to the reflections
of water after rainy nights.

Our thoughts, ripple in the sidewalks,
reflecting
a sentimental rhythm,
a calm and beautiful sequence.
                -V I L L A N U E V A
07.19.21

Who sees the bark the lovely brown

 

I wish I had known you
before the world began to crumble
becoming
a thin and pastel color.

I know
our moments last as frail as the leafs
we pluck
beauteous like a rose pedal.

Too long
I am left without my love
or someone to return
the blossoms that I have, I gave.

Now the winter leaves me so dismayed
amidst the background of a painting
singing, softly
calmly.

I am
the least of a given focus
to an artist, or a poet
or romantic.
                -V I L L A N U E V A
08.03.20

call me mr. ostrich

 

I gave all my pens to the crowd
awaiting outside windows
under sunny days, in drought.

I gave them water through free thought
reminding them their life
is not only in themselves.

The mind wanders
leaving footprints
muddy worry, love, and hate.


I have left plenty of the either
behind sunsets
planting venom eaters.

I am calm now when I speak to
people.

I say only what I need to.

I don't even mention money
fever.

I don't even try to change
the route of evil.


All I do is speak of Jesus.

I put on soft music
hearing people weeping.
                -V I L L A N U E V A
06.24.21

Time slowly taking us

 

I take the living
into a death hypnosis
bringing
people back to wonder
making older adults
nervous.

The poems of an honest writer
are the only lies we know of
leading towards the deep.

Beneath murky waters
is a darkness no one likes.

In the silence there is us
meaning you and I
living in the mind.

All night we remember ferris wheels
and the musical cadence of our spring.

Rain drops echo into valleys
resonating days
you and I once lived.
                -V I L L A N U E V A
06.09.21