Veronica Felipe
Screaming at nothing
A body of people
Holds down the disagreeable weather
Unlike an art it is a moving picture
With a beam or less of light
A large mass is thrust over your shoulder
And the shallow opening welcomes
Base jumpers
Like losing a race
You built your hard skin to the elements
Facing fingers, toes, faces etc..
And fighting for a compromise
Having been given a name
You jump on the soft ground and
Loom over a domestic couple
With wonder and narcissism
Taking the middle
Independence is a right
Where ancient churches lie and a big quake could never take away
The Naturalist
Three or more birds crowd my way
Coming and going in a strange fashion
Leaving undesirable symbolic menaces
The unsettled smell could be left to
Imagination and the passage of air is soon dislodged
Animals are like a great quality of life
It is a life and like children are sometimes addicting
They chase the singlehood and bring on the maternal
The one thing that stands out as a breadth of vision
There will be no change
No opposite side towards a breathtaking simplicity
Where you stay grounded and happy
The formal female is engrossed with it
Staring at the sun again with opened eyes
And opened ears
While shaking the bad away till it is gone
Goodbye old life hello new
Absolute
The bodily feedback that separates the lost perspiration
From phantasm’s
The thing is set upon the hands of an average 30 year old
Not knowing where binding occurs
And a living system is hidden in our stomachs
Gaining a protective cover that is like a book
Presenting our standoffish nominee and better our hands
Our arms and inspired legs
To draw forward a possible key
That opens a beginning
To protect
To strengthen
To decorate the two complementary rhythm
Expressing a spring
Never a summer
Holding onto a connection yet
Still stay blind
Nothing
It pays to steal the air
That none’s tried
Chocking on a skeletal anatomy
Placing the burden on a landfill
Where dust picks up the glare of a long running stream
The place where drowned victims lied
The dizzying sun could cause the broken sunny girl disposition to fade
Picturing the view from the planet mars
Not quite lost
Stepping up with a broken jaw and never ever paying for a free ride
The lonely seat could hug any curve
The rancid taste still in your mouth
It is hunger time
Where bones crackle and muscles craved
The spots are staining the windows
The glancing traveler could forsake the crime
Warning about the pool
Peeling a hidden secret of kept silence
Where you live
Lying upon brick per brick
Never leaping over like a acrobat
Holding onto the screw on your temple
Swatting the winged butterflies that tempt your eyes for full attention
Feeling off the ground
Never falling or stumbling off a moving carpet ride
The settled word could find you but the tales that wrapped around your
Neck like a chocker calls
And a fly leaves a gift
Kneeling at a fortnight and a day
Plugging your ears at the start of the sound effects
And living to stay
Hoping for modern times and lying
Lying again on bricks
Painful and cold
But dreaming of flight
Patient and kind
A trip faraway
Taking a trip like the early days
Wishing for an advanced ticket to a great country
Or a rail that lead to a precious day
Broadening the search for a complete medicine
While taking a chance somewhere but never ending the music
The days are never due and the skies are open and free
The craziness of spring and summer has passed now
The coldness of autumn and winter is desperately still
Making a special deliverance of peace and courage
Time could fly
But your mindset is young
Both falling in love with life
Everyday making love to the sounds of a metronome
Never taking care of the minor
But the old
Rake your ghost
The journey of brick and brac
Completes the transaction
Between guest and crafter
Tampering the grace period
And elongating your neck to the last strand of lace
That seems to follow your fingers
To the last deliverable trace
Impatience seems to ground your sorrow
And a continued strong smell checks your senses
With an easy glue filtering the air
The heavy metals grow tempted
The creative feature of one
While the walls of honor are covered with string
And a model is built by clay
The dizzying temperature that sink you in the chair
Wearing an artist smock with tools
And a bit of faded trays
It is a day for artist tools
Harmony
There is commotion outdoors
Where the sun shines and almost too warm
To think about
Stepping around the curves
And water hydrants
When broken streets welcome bare feet
And a musical piece is sung by the latest pop group
The last syllable from your lips
Skips a beat
And an empty bat meets a waffle ball
There is cotton candy sold at every corner
Saving your life
Seeing with your eyes that no one wants to be in
And there is water in a bag
Shorts are shorter then is should actually be
Lived in
Almost too direct
The sun gets brighter with every spoken word
Time deserves it
