Poesía

Al Amor Pirata

Sueño momentos de desahogo de dolor profundo en un helecho de trapos grises.
Escucho ritmos satánicos de un baile enfurecido por su deseo al que no puedo apagar.
Acaricias, pintadas, manchas, rones, embriagues y calaveras.
No soy ni seré, no eres ni serás, mis besos me los llevare, mis abrazos los repartiré.
A caminar y después a nadar por que de este barco pirata no te salvarás.
Maltratada, espatarrada, amada, dañada y solamente usada.
No engañada, ya su consciente es parte del juego, solo serás usada.
Un destino al que no se puede escapar por el beso al que te quisieron robar.
No saben que robarle a un pirata es lo peor que puedan hacer?
Entre brujos, amistades, poderes, y fuerzas, te destruiré
Vivo inmortal, vivo sin remedio, vivo sufrido, vivo sin ataduras.
A robar lo que es mío..., ultrajando ese amor que me pertenece.
A ser usada una vez más, serás mi capitana pero yo seré su duelo.
Su muerte, su terror, entre mareos y cañones, comerás de mi mano
implorarás por el va y ven, admirando los puertos desde lo lejos,
sin tocar tierra para que no se me escape.
Te preñare con prendas exóticas, rones de calidad,
Con el brandy más sabroso, su lengua se volverá encontra suya,
por haber sido caprichosa y nefasta, te hará hablarme de tus deseos del lujo que te ciega.
Te haré mia y pelearé hasta la muerte por su amor, solo por su engaño,
solo por sus juegos, solo por sus robos,
porque así somos los piratas.


Al Amor de A veces

Muchas veces deseo hablarte, otras quiero abrazarte, muchas de ellas quiero besarte.
Nunca pienso en que no te veo, no te siento o si no te acaricio.

Muchas veces te amo, te quiero, te adoro día y noche.
Nunca pienso en que te odio, me disgustas o que eres egoísta.

Muchas veces tomo, escribo y dibujo pensando en tu amor.
Nunca pienso en que escribir, que dibujar o que tomar.

Muchas veces quiero que me escribas como si fuera un nuevo amor, como si te importara, como si nunca te cansara.
Nunca pienso que no quieras escribirme, que no soy tu amor o si te llegase a cansar.

Muchas veces me gustaría saber que piensas, cuanto me mientes y que te hace girar.
Nunca pienso que se lo que piensas, cuanto me mientes y que se lo que te hace girar.

Solo se que escribo, amo, dibujo, adoro, abrazo, pienso, beso, quiero, giro, tomo
a que tu amor sea por mi y mi amor por la tuya.

Al Amor de fiesta patronal

Mientras mi cabeza daba vueltas en sones de las cuales a mis pies confunden, logré detenerme por un segundo a observar ese ritmo susurrado.
Y vi como:
La trigueña se movia
EL don se comportaba
El Malcriado bebía
El niño lloraba
La doña Comia
El pinchero vendia
El borracho pedia
La guitarra sonaba
La salsa gozaba
La machina mareaba
La dona se caia
La cerveza se calentaba
El bolsillo se vaciaba


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Adonde bailabas??

Rock, Paper, Scissors........... PAPER!!

Hongkiat is one of those blogs that we just can't get 

enough of and that's why I decided to feature there 

Master of paper art and Paper sculptures post 

for this weeks entry. Enjoy 

Se anda con el fuego a la lata.

Se habla pero no se dialoga, se escucha pero entrecortado. Amores bohemios, histéricos, calurosos, apasionados, por falta del ende y la clave musical. Basofia como se dice en nuestros pueblos, la complicación llega por viajes externos al ser presente, no se come gofio en esta boca ni en esta trinchera, solo platos pesados y calientes. Riso libre de candela bailarina que permanece encendida. Donde se pierde uno en esa llama? Como se complica uno en esta pendejá? No necesario al por venir o al hecho de estar al borde del exilio o del huir. Solo por queridos que amanecen entre montañas, frialdades, despeines, llevadas al son embriagado de las lenguas silenciosas, que rondan en público extranjero que sueñan entre callejones oscuros con deseos de sanguche d pelo. Mama ese tumbao esta mas claro que'l agua, mezclao con un poco de vinagre pa q espante to'. Se te espera con fuerza de libertad sin dignidad que manchar, ya sabes que el pitorro cura to'

Worthy july 4, promo mixx

If you have not heard of Worthy then you will soon know that he is worthy.

Haití: Wyclef Jean podría postular a la presidencia

La familia del músico se origen haitiano Wyclef Jean informó que el rapero está considerando presentar su candidatura a la presidencia de su país.

Jean canta, baila, toca la batería, el piano, la guitarra, gana Grammys y vende millones de discos. Pero, ¿tendrá la capacidad de impulsar hacia adelante a un país expoliado por sucesivos gobiernos y golpeado por las enfermedades y las catástrofes naturales?

Third Ear Training 1.1

Summer is officially in full swing, which means THIRD EAR TRAINING Sessions are back! Come educate your ears at our monthly sessions in July, August and September. We are awaiting final final word on the permit for THIRD EAR TRAINING 1.1. but the date is set for JULY 17th, 2010. Location TBA . . . at a park in Brooklyn. Quality electronic music and visuals. FREE. 4-9PM. More info on the way…check back in a couple days for the location.

Holding Down The Berlin Dubstep scene

Londoner Paul Rose (a.k.a. Hotflush label boss Scuba) moved to Berlin a mere two years ago, but in that short time, he's made the killer full-length, Triangulation, and kick-started the city's best dubstep night, Sub:stance, at the venerated Berghain club. Fellow ex-pat Scott Monteith (a.k.a. the dubwise Deadbeat) sat down with him for a pint and got the lowdown.

http://www.xlr8r.com/features/2010/06/deep-end-holding-down-berlin-dub

The Chemical Brother: Swoon (Video)

A teaser clip of the visual accompaniment to Swoon. Swoon is taken from the astonishing new audio/visual album Further and released on June 14th.

http://thechemicalbrothers.com

Parlophone/Astralwerks
Visuals by Flat Nose George: http://www.flatnosegeorge.com
Directed by Adam Smith & Marcus Lyall
Production Company Black Dog/RSA Films

J'aime Le Dubstep No44- Dope Labs

This week’s mix is by a man who’s done more for dubstep and online radio then most of us will ever come close to. Check him out

www.DopeLabs.com

TRACKLIST:

01- Komonazmuk – VCO
02- Matta and Dubtek – Witchcraft
03- Bar9 – Shaolin Style
04- The bassist and Droid Sector – Jah is Coming
05- Monkey – Volume (VIP)
06- Djunya – Sub Sol
07- Monkey – Emanuelle I
08- Mode – On and On
09- The Widdler – Lady Dub
10- Benga – Tech Wobbler
11- Mode Workaholic
12- Kromestar – Inside
13- Rob Sparks – A Ninja Scroll
14- DQI – Wear The Clown
15- Kromestar – Zion Dub
16- The Widdler – Froggy Style
17- Sukh Knight – Ganga Dub

Methods Summer Line 2010

Today is officially the first day of summer and with it comes our new line, “2010 The Year We Make Contact.” The new line includes button-ups, polo’s, fitted hats, and of course, our signature tee’s. The collection is tied together with a simple and clean color palette of tiffany blue, black, [...]

Jamie Lidell: "The Ring"

“Jamie Lidell has shifted boundaries, moved from style to style. On his new album 'Compass' the producer comes closer than ever to defining his multi-faceted sound, to pinning his ideas down onto one disc.” - Clash


http://jamielidell.com

Justin Martin

As the late Oscar Wilde once said: “life is too important to be taken seriously”, an ethos that Justin Martin is sticking with despite achieving soaring success over the last six years as a producer and international DJ.

http://www.motherbirdagency.com/justin-martin

Madame La Renta- Ilegal

We hunt through a complexity of BPM time and venue worship
We only seek knowledge of cold cut drop mixes
DJ gods that portray no ignorance in the sleeveless orchestra

One man blues band
Strings attached to the Dance floor
Creating puppets to the current rough beat

Womps, wobbles, fidgets and skweee's
We are thee legit dance floor team
A disease of proper tracks

We are Many
We are Electronica
We are Bacteria

Que Seremos?

Between predicaments and social studies we live a daily absurdness of a stated mindset of political nonsense. To whom is it known where is the plus and minus of society if it is not seen thru division of melancholic idiocy with a straight swearing to the holiness of the almighty firm and justice that portrays out insolence. Always yelling towards a republic for which pledges allegiance to the carved gender of a foolish he-man. More than anything and less then succeeding in nothing at all, hoping less in a star that is wealthy enough to pay for our wishes. We are what we see, eat and believe. We are all idiots!

Dancing with Lights and sound!

-Troika Ranch, visionary artists which combine Dance/Theater/Media (the Troika) with cooperative interaction (the Ranch). For more information please visit Troikaranch.org 

Http://vimeo.com/2113527 (copy url)

Working it with your eyes closed.

Knowing that sometimes satisfaction isn't played enough and a little persuasion is needed to be put in to play, many of us require enhancing stimulants to make the poppin rockin. That my friends makes no difference between race, sex or impediment. The web site Porn For The Blind has build a porn page with out using photos or videos only its Audio. The basics of the non for profit organization is based on producing samples from movie clips and adult web sites free of cost, made with the pure intentions of helping those that can not see.  Needs are needs and help is always well accepted to satisfy those needs. http://pornfortheblind.org/

Art n Knowledge!

--Parisian street artist JR has continued his extensive Photographic Journey by adding to his 28 Millimeters Project. The third stage of his work called Women are Heroes are based on women that are from conflict zones in Africa, which he wishes to share their painful stories and desire to live. 

http://www.jr-art.net/

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SADNESS 

TOUCHED MY HEART TODAY

AS I BROWSED 

THROUGH THE WEB

IN SEARCH OF MY FRIENDS

ACTING AS A PEEPING TOM

SELECTING WHAT

OR WHOM TO SEE

MEMORIES FLOATED 

IN A THIN DUST

HARDLY RECOGNIZABLE

PULLING FROM DEEP

IN MY SKULL

THOSE THOUGHTS AND

FEELINGS WHICH MADE

ME CREATE OR HESITATE.

VAGUE THEY ARE

SOLEMN IT FEELS,

A MOMENT,

PAST PUT BEHIND A WALL

OF UNSPOKEN NATURE

LIVING DAY BY DAY

DOING MUCH

SLEEPING LESS

SADLY AWAKE

HAPPILY UNDISTURBED.

Years in Time...

I imagine myself in an eclipse waiting for my lunar half to arrive. Wanting the destined flow of radiance that eminences a new auction in my lively hood. I see pitch black as I wonder where it has gone to discover. Stairs appear before me advising me of action and caution. "do not slip" "do not speak" "just feel". I do not listen, I move to face all that is UMMM; pure power of emotion! I feel something approaching  it has found its way towards what it needs and conspires. I have joy mixed with fear, anger with happiness, we are about to be one. Distance is a complexity of this devotion we have no numbers in time nor do we have words. Spun I stay sadly to say I have been breached. what was to occur in those words? Rays of Howling light. I burnt my way through life I have no scowl upon me. Except for the acceptance of my devotion to the black matter. We stay in distant parts of shining advisors.

DAMN STEPS!!

Putting out options of survival 

dreaming in the illusion of knowledge

most likely succeeding thee circumstance of travel.

Fearful of only losing what hasn't been gained. 

A "gullieness" of devotee towards la Virgen Saint.

We sit on our steps; 

Portrayed misconceptions of whom and when we are.

To be accepted in the excitement and commotion of what is normal reality.

Reality?

Loved, hated, desired always questioned and looked upon.

DAMN STEPS!!

Denting our childhood

preventing our righteous ethics of future

putting us in a Cypher thats never broken, 

where passing is never chosen 

unless other wise you have been spoken

craving for more than a family authority

Acting correct, loving those behind closed doors

not from the force of uniform but by the almighty voodoo 

superstition of splitting poles and not pointing at your foes.

DAMN STEPS!!

Keeping me entertained from arriving to the plane

Stuck in this Cypher that moves from Step to Step

Staring down the street listening to hard beats

With that crave that sustains in my vain 

Saluting those that cross concerning  my set up

Watching my whipp STAND crispy and devine

wheels that don't stop unless caught

YessSuurr!

DAMN STEPS!!

Anger concerns me and everyone around

I can't help what goes and not's right

Respect I am the oldest!

This is my block!

RESPECT!!!!

Let me get in that Cypher!!

Telling me what to do on my block!

Don't try if you don't know!!!

DAMN STEPS keeping me in this Cypher.

DAMN STEPS having me on Check.

DAMN STEPS showing me Respect.

Not Enough Time

The end that never exists floats in my ears

words of happiness and torture.

I seem to have lost what was never meant to be had.

Lush with brown strings

dressed in black as if were ready for combat.

Morphing in to one. 

Speaking out of change.

Looking in to the eyes of the past

breaking all that is left to be created,

making zero a new number in that abomination.

Most important pain is what carves me,

day and day until the clock strikes Twenty four

and in the night is where I lay.

PORFIRIO

MY LIFE BECAME DEVOTED TO USING. I LOST EVERYTHING EVEN MY BREATH. I LOOK BACK AND LEARN FROM IT. THERE IS SOMETHING IN ME THAT DOESNT REGRET IT.

ONE TOKE MAYBE A PUFF....

INHALE, SNORT, SLEEP, WALK

DREAM, MOVE, STILL,

SLEEP, MOVE, AWAKE, DREAM, WALK, STOP!

TALK TO THE PAST LOOK AT THE REST

SEE WHO IS NOT, WALK AGAIN.

PUFF, INHALE, SMILE, LAUGH,

                                                    TRY TO EAT.

ACT NORMAL

HOLD ON TO AIR

SLEEP WITH THE WORLD

                                       DENY REALITY.

LIVE IN SLEEP

WANT TO BE AWAKE

THINK I'M AWAKE

                      TIRED OF DOING.

BELIEVING I'M RIGHT

I HAVE KNOWLEDGE

I KNOW WHAT LIFE IS

I HAVE A PURPOSE

SON MUCHOS RECUERDOS SON MUCHAS COSAS.

Threw seasons and change

Waking up to the sound of children play

Dreaming with  hoop games,

mud, floods  

obstacles that need to be conquered 

I speak to Girl which is my love

We speak of the future 

planes, trains boats and cars 

every once we mention a walk or two.

We arrive where she travels to safety

Into fraternal arms 

that will hold and 

cherish you as their own

Bye my love

Now we are closer

less apart

I will see you in colors

Hold you as a star

close to my heart 

Bubbling with heat 

Smiling to the air 

whom brings my change

A reason for hope 

fixing broken hearts into smiles

No more tears no more sighs

all love from the earth and sky

I feel you when I close my eyes

We converse without words

threw signs and lines

"Sonrie Filspoutto"

Encerrado desde nacido
siendo visto desde el paquete
encubierto entre membrana
palido y Desnudo

Escojido cobrado desenvuelto
enrosquillado ansioso esperando
esperando esperando sacado
engabetado, tristeza

Tristeza por no haber sido
prendido apagado fliqueado,
ohhh, pero nunca haber querido,
pero si, fundido.

Beat swack thwang gong
beep zapp wongqet fraanggg
fraaaaaaannnngggggggggggg
aaaaallllllllliiiiiiivvveeeeeee.

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