Stream of my Hurt

It was the sleep of my pain,

Boredom to the eyes of my mind

Innocently plagued by words

My heart was in a hurry to laugh

So much, so little

Much knowledge making my world dizzy

I struggle with the molecule of my biology

No one dares to believe mere opinions

Yet so convincing is the history of labelled organisms

Gene against gene; the war of microbial intelligence

Alas, it is no choice in freedom

Destiny was given a vague definition in brief eternity

The beginning of an ending

Everyone listening for the treasure of scores

Well, all my ribo hear the voice of a transfer

It’s no D or N that makes an A relevant

All I want is to keep my cosmos simple and free

Striking taps of buttons

Intimidating the loneliness of my simplicity

My hand never mind, do what only your eyes cry out for

Write out the letters of your heart

Never care if you are all alone

Besides, your before, during and after are all up to you and you alone.

Patient to learn

In the atmosphere of my mind flew a flock of thoughts,

Reason seems to swim in the ocean of my consciousness,

While sitting with many estudiantes in the belly of a designed giant,

With crowded specks of light running a beautiful race,

Just outside the handsome skins of glass across the wall,

As we listen to a passionate voice of a chica,

Our diversity muttering unity to the tyranny of knowledge,

Many were voiceless to the sincerity of their boredom,

Yet play the game of Latin smile and a burst of Nigerian laughter,

In desperation for a koinonia with Espanyol,

Lips dancing to the beat of language,

Just when laughter decides to spray its perfume everywhere,

Nuevo logos entertains us with good frustration,

Everyone enjoys a moment in time.

While the future waits for us to arrive,

Nevertheless, we will be patient to learn.