Victor Mazariegos
7/24/2016
Time in Porcelain
The death far away is silent
The death far away is short
A blue sky looks down at me
What earthly affair could break my green reverie?
What end of life could ever make me want some more?
If your favorite day stalks then the gray is at a core
If your next trip shoots then one thinks into four
Lines of paper await to be inked
Several books of eternity lie in the eye of a blink
Took me away did the city did say to another
Vale of trees, flowers, and white do wait for two brothers
Stay free away to see drink water as cold as ice to hold back feelings like rubber
I do know the light is my lover
Morning at the Lake
Blue shines by the sun cloud
Can I see flowers, pedals, colored loud?
My gloves' black leather touching a tree's wood smudges dust
If I could stay then I wish time would rust
If I could forever see and keep my air, my light, and my ever eye to your contour
your affix
your shapes and arrays of pleasant
scents
I would then breathe what could never descend
Silver, gold, white, purple
these serve as ornamanets
a circle
ornaments surrounded by countless
green leaves
I do like the swan, the dove, the
pidgeons and purple
Beyond the tree
Fresh air dashes about
I kiss you on my knees
Gold, White, and Red
Gold strikes the remainder at
the grave
to shine metallic sunlight by
a evening set
A dream of sky resplendent
as I regret
Blinding light cooler ice
can not dampen
Run away from the fire that did happen
white pure clean shpes the
walls around me
white reams of cloth that
dress and hide your body
thin like a bird's wing
span
Across according to fingers
that feel white and amber
Red that tastes like fruit
blood from the kick of the
boot
red as the apple from the
garden of ruins
Gold, white, and Red for luna
A Ray Flies in the Black night
Yellow streaks across the plane
Reap for the September is
Lightning bolt looking down at
us
If I see you clearly could you
then trust?
Purple with bulbs of light
what to me is holy is what
is right
To you it should not be folly
to fight for what is night
Statutes with heads see that
I am wearing black shoes
but my feeling or sense of darkness is what the day
does lose
If I chose to pick a square
then is it my fault what I
bring home
Hello and goodbye; whatever beyond
we would say on the phone
Jet black as the hair through
your comb
Trying to outline what a strike has shown
8/4/2016
White Corridor With a Door at The End
Echoes from time past reflect
if you missed the color
then did you reject the
shape
A man in a black coat
said the city is a marble
Water blue is my favorite
clear of blue
coins of silver and gold in
a jar
The history of the country
is contained in its buildings
open the window to see
the rain
Drink plenty of water to
stay refreshed and alert
Suppose you heard a girl
sing a song in the hall
The floor lets a click
with the tap of her step
Inside there's a box
inside the box is a suit
good day
8/5/2016
Stars in the Night from a Mirror
The color of the universe
contained in a ball
Look up at constellations
What frustration could the
purple atmosphere not make
go away?
Black ink to write and paint
in the void of space
wooden doors I've walked through
Beatiful break-ups leaving me
blue
I have money to party the
weekend away
I think of you every day
Where have you gone?
I do love you
my precious blonde
did you get in a ship
and go away into space
did you get tired of the
human race?
Your looks finish me
hook me with your lace
