Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind

up there in the sky, there the mirror we all scream to... she who reflects not only the light in us, but the evil as well. "never let your friends know your weak side, you never know who shall become your enemy". i remember those words from the holocaust of minds you call heaven in that little story book of yours. thanks to that there's a huge mine buried inside with all there is to know and nothing to be said about it . i'm tired... i tried i swear, to hold on, as tight as i could... but you are letting go of me now... and little by little you are more and more unreachable... lemme go play God in my dreams instead and recreate the times when nothing was weird for either one of us. maybe then i can find where it was that we got lost or separated. even if i find it, it'll be useless though... i can't fix it... nor can you. if you rewind this one story, you'll see that the mistakes that happened, were meant to happen. it is thanks to it that today th...

en lo pasajero esta la calma. efímeros momentos de lujuria y apatía trabajando al unisono para traer paz a las almas en pena. gemidos, rasguños, sudor, lágrimas... situaciones momentáneas que llenan por segundos y luego caducan, sin dejar rastro. terapia de un vaso de agua en medio de un desierto interminable como herramienta para la esperanza. ¿será posible que las cosas realmente sean como se ven? ¿serán lo que son? ...¿que son? son los que deben ser, fueron la falta de experiencia y serán la sobre-preparación. de la misma forma que tu rompes la norma del "hola y adiós" queriendo llamar de nuevo, como si un "hasta luego" fuera suficiente para aceptar tu presencia entre paredes más que sabanas. a él le parece ridículo también. él buscaba por más, pero encontró solo un beso, seguido del gemido del tiempo perdido por un amor que nunca se dejó llegar. imagínate lo que sintió, yo me pregunto que sentirás tu? no sin pronto olvidar. mira que fugaz nuestro deseo. mira...

-Melodic Rhymes from a Distorted Mind- Rimas y prosas escritas en Ingles. Rhymes and proses written in English. $10.00USD -Imágenes de una Memoria Fotográfica- Rimas y prosas escritas en Español. Rhymes and proses written in Spanish. $10.00USD  -La Leyenda del  Recordatorio de los Dioses- * Novela iIlustrada. Libro 0 a la serie "Gaia" Illustrated Novel. Book 0 of the "Gaia" series.   $15.00USD * availab le only in spanish for now . disponible solo en español por ahora.

aveces quisiera llamarte... hablarte y decirte... tomarte y sentirte... quererte y vivirte; pero la dificultad de tener el único camino a ti, bloqueado por tormenta y penuria, todo gracias al pueblo pequeño [...], me irrita. irritado por las miles de veces en que tuve que cerrar mi boca, tensar mi mano y mirar al otro lado. esperando la otra bofetada que me hace falta para dejar esta farsa. olvidar las veces que negamos por cuidar[te]nos de las luces de aquel interrogatorio de la SS, donde tantos quisieron morir, mas que callar... aun si nuestras manos se encuentran en la penumbra... aun si... si el llevarte de la mano resulta pecado delante de los ojos que tanto te guiaron, talvez sea necesario cerrar los ojos y dejarse llevar... y lloverían estrellas... pero la cantidad de "peros" que caben luego de esta frase son mas pesados que las ganas que aparentamos tener... aparentamos buscar en nuestros labios un sitio para llevar la contraria. encontramos un lugar para dejar...

Many have tried, many have failed, many have fallen, yet no one ever decides to walk away. One try... one single essay... maybe you can be the next winner? Oh, how many? hmm... don't worry. Rest assured, if you win, it will be news... Thinking about it? Hahahaha no one ever thinks about it. The price? Life ... To see the world in its true face is not living! Being part of the wrinkles of that face, that! Maybe some other time you can reconsider life, not today. What do you have to do? Oh, just jump . Oh, yes, there is. Look ahead of you, the horizon... it is beautiful. It was not a lie, it was not fiction, there it is. Right in front of you. Afraid? Ha! Life is fearful, yet there the emotion lies, there the excitement dwells. Yes... I understand... It is not until the bird tries to fly for the first time that it understands there is a fall, but that same fall will be the one to push your wings wide open,  that same fall will make you fly ...

look at that smoke cloud... can you see that shape forming? can you recognize my face in the haze...? i was lost... but now i'm found... but... am i found? have i found? have i mourned the lost and heard the sound? i don't know... i did see you frown though that i do remember... that i do know... i saw your crown fall i sow the gift your memory left chainsawed the emotion that i felt peacefully in time wasted. you are the misery within the memory of what was meant to be but never was... has it come to you yet? him? the one who seeks is never found the one that's found must never speak the one he seeks has died and he who seeks hides on the ground have you lived to tell a story? or are you the story of he who died? was your life worth the story? or will your tale be the endless rhyme? not even death can kill time...

For this 2013 we'll be publishing 2 new books, and in this case Poetry, one in Spanish and one in English (not translations). Written, Edited and Illustrated by Logan M. Wolf. Here you can see the covers of the soon-to-be published books of -Rhyme and Prose-. To Pre-Order yours send us an E-mail to order@loganwolfarts.com . Irie Bless. Para este 2013 publicar emos dos nuevos libros, y en este caso de poesía , uno en español y otro en Inglés (no traducciones). Escrito, Editado, Ilustrado por Logan M. Wolf. Aquí puedes ver las portadas de los libros que pronto publicaremos de - Rima y Prosa -. Para pre-ordenar el tuyo enviarnos un E -mail a order@loganwolfarts.com .