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You are so far away.
Yet, your perfume and scent has spread
penetrating every atom in the air,
as their particles reach you
with superpositions in space.
And they perform a theatric play
always acting within their stage
intermingling new poetic words
as each verse speaks your name.
And there, the angels walk,
and life is breathed,
and the nightingales are heard
as they shine their singing code to other birds.
And I feel you …
As a rain of photons interact with my nerves
and electrons translate their language to warmth …
… like when I feel the incandescent you …
… you feel me …
As your heart beats with my quantum kiss
I write these words.
And you feel me …
As I feel you …
And we live, and dissolve each other
In the quantic ocean of the waters of being.
As you all know, I recently published my book Creative Heart, which is really a continuation of my poetic writing. Today I am making an offer. Not only you can buy the book, but you can also buy a package with all of my poetic works:
The offer includes signed copies of the book, unsigned copies, and eBook versions. If you want to only want to buy Creative Heart, you also have that option. If you are curious as to the content of the book, know that you can download a sample version for free.
Words from Leila A. Fortier, poet, artist and photographer:
I feel a deep sense of respect and responsibility not to cage or confine the spirit of his creation which thirsts for communion with heavenly altitudes. Offered instead is a glimpse of the author’s spiritual body which is obsserved and felt within this book. It is a testimony of the ability to transcend limitations within this physical and material world.
to dance on the stars
and speak of your four-dimensional grace
Sparkle all the stars around your Moon,
and bite my steps towards your sight
– Excerpts from "Cosmological Constant"
and secretly transmute my touch
into hundred emotional states.
– Excerpt from "Find Me"
This is the introduction of Pedro M. Rosario Barbosa – not as a man . . . but as a metaphysical composer of this collection of devotional poetry, Creative Heart.
~ Leila A. Fortier
(From the Introduction)
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Lady of the Morning Light
© 2009-2010, Pedro M. Rosario Barbosa
Dedicated to Alex, my sister,
and friend, who always
blesses me with her love,
and care, and knows how
to make my day when
I most need it.
You are the Lady of the Morning Light,
who softly lets the shadows be put to rest,
and not make the horizon assume acidic drops
which, in harm, would diminish the soul
when the yellow star begins to set at dusk.
You hold the light of the sun in your hands,
whose simplicity spreads in strokes of brush
to paint roses where the harmonies of grace dwell.
And with an embrace, you sculpt the kind of day
that not even the dark angels can begin to erase.
You make a Cherokee treasure shine bright
each time you surround her with the truest care,
and, with no empty lack of certainty,
make her walk over the clouds with smiles,
and make your art be part of her glare.
In every step you make, you invent instants
of calm rhythms which await to touch the soul,
to undo the haunting ghosts of sorrow,
and to my waking eyes uncover and reveal
what a wonderful friend you really are.
You are the Lady of the Morning Light.
Let your dawn be the time of my mind’s rest
whenever it finds your present time
and announce the end of my sadness and grief
in the midst of all of the joy that you bring.
You hold the light of the sun in your hands.
With it, always pour your rivers of loving warmth
and become the voice of the brightest day,
when strokes of paint fill in a delicious incense scent
as you keep enriching my life with your mind and heart,
and the glowing happiness is all that is spent.
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If you love poetry, especially Spoken Word Poetry and erotica, you will certainly enjoy Hearts, by poet Haven Veritas. Her poetry can simply be described as intense, exquisite, and very sensual. Here I’m placing a video of one of my favorite poems: "Sweet Dreams".
You ask me how can you buy this book? Very simple: You can send $12.00 via Paypal to email@example.com. You may also send her cash/check/money-order to:
P.O. Box 105
Warrenburg, MO 64093
Don’t forget to specify which address to send it. Enjoy the book!
As some of you know, I wrote “Fingertips” a long time ago, and several of you know about it already. Since “Fingertips” was not meant to be a capella, I created another audio version, this time I was able to learn enough about Audacity to produce some audio effects, still imperfect, though.
For those of you who don’t know, “Fingertips” originally was an assignment that my sister, Fiera Monica Tenkiller gave me. She wanted me to write a poetic work about fingers. At the same time I wanted to use one of my favorite Piano Concertos by Beethoven as background. I hope you like this new version.
Download the audio file Here (Ogg Vorbis Format).
Since I believe that words were meant to embrace,
and that music breathes life into the soul,
I want my readers feel their hearts be chased
by the feelings that recently took the role
of twisting them together in harmonious bliss,
to give the mind and heart big wings to fly
to a city of dreams within words like this
and on warming clouds underneath the sky.
This is one of my humble efforts.
Feel my fingers play as they trace your skin,
slowly making your shaking senses ignite,
and use you as an instrument that begins
an evening concert in grand opening night.
Lying beside you my fingers trace your lips,
where whirlwinds of notes I begin to write
in your heart, drawing a circle, an ellipse,
and a sweet kiss where I sculpt your invite
to cast shades of B-Flats in musical light.
As a clock, the full silver moon will mark
the point of the blessed glow of your sight
that a river of dreams will let me embark.
Let my roaming fingers play as they hitch,
vibrating like silent resonant strings,
a display of simple early dawn that bewitch
with rainbows that on your body they sing.
Feel my fingertips. Let them form in grace
a labrynth with a rain of strokes and embrace,
a hot burning rhythmic point that will race
as such cadenced heartbeats increase in pace.
Let my fingers draw a sketch of wonderlands,
of drops that write in streams of Braille
to prepare your skin to be read by my hands
and turn each moment into a silent veil
that will let me invent my sweet fancy way
from its drunken floating vision of my desire
to feel you mine in golden worlds that outway
the aereal mists that will vanish by entire
letters written by my pen, with every tune
that rain in your ear, you hear my words,
I feel your skin, and not let be immune
of you to return to my senses with no wards.
Feel my fingers play your skin as you rise,
let them travel your senses, let them warp,
and make you taste my words with no price,
hear my light, and feel submerged in sharp
arrows of paints in the depths of your life
and write small flowing twinkles as harps.
You will no longer cast me out with a strife.
Let your swift wings be finally free in my arms.
Feel me feel you, and my fingers will thrive
like piano keys that relentlessly mimic the day
when your love steals my dreams. Becoming alive
with each vivid trace, your concert I play,
and make love, make our tender bodies shake.
Let the beaming stars count the ways we taste.
Let the lilies outside watch us for our sake
and be not the same as we shift to our grace.
Let my fingers make this evening concert shine,
let us in pentagrams and quavers soar and fly,
let my kisses be a motif for our loving shrine,
and in joy set off all that our love will imply.
Feel my fingertips.
Feel my notes.
Feel me feel you.
Feel me feel you.
I Know How to Love
© 2010, Pedro M. Rosario Barbosa
I know how to love.
I know how to fire your wishes,
to make you feel in love like the first time,
and open wide the edges of the Earth
to make the heavenly spheres become your mind,
to be able to paint your body
with colored rains running down your skin,
and to prepare a pleasing meal of no regrets,
with made up melodies of bites, tastes and kiss.
My devotion translates into dance,
so, I don’t need to ask permission to find
how to sublimate your desires.
I just want you to ride little tips of time…
… and then …
… express my devotion to your eyes
and let you shiver. I thirst for you.
I betray my thoughts in my acts,
as I invade your veins with my soul.
Let me strip you from your dress in the dark,
and with candles, tonight, I’ll sip
the drops that the sun has left behind.
My fingertips will clothe your skin
with twinkles and tingling streams,
while you feel your hips meet my lips.
I know how to stretch the night
to renew the face of your world,
to drift your sight into galaxies,
to interlace their arms
so stars can play hide and seek,
and make you swim in oceanic dreams.
Feel me, and only me.
Time will transform into empty sands
and the wind of eternity will come to be.
Let me kill your nightmares step by step,
and print in your life all those instants
you never knew would come from me.
Soñar bajo el Cielo
© 2010, Pedro M. Rosario Barbosa
Quiero que veas el sol despertar el paisaje,
dorando las notas musicales del alba,
y suavizando las dulces horas del viento.
Abre los ojos, quiero avivar tus sueños.
No olvides el esplendor de anoche
cuando te transmutó el río celestial
en un torrente estelar de aguaceros.
Abandónate a la verdad de tu fantasía,
en la que viviré aferrado a la dicha
de mojar nuestras ilusiones bajo el cielo.
Quisiera vivir insistiendo en la alegría
de vivir sigiloso y oculto entre tus brazos,
y trazar aquellos senderos de tu cuerpo
por donde mis labios caminarán descalzos.
Encenderé tu piel en ardientes llamas,
Mientras que con alas te conduzco a los cielos.
Y para ahogarme entre tus amores
reptaré silenciosamente por tu pecho.
Estoy listo para llenar de miel tus ensueños,
para arrancar de ti la confesión de tu amor,
y en medio de clamores e incesantes besos,
ante el astro en la cima, un areito bailaremos.