Cinco poemas de Brandon Smith (poeta norteamericano joven)
Publicamos, a continuación, cinco poemas del poeta Brandon Smith, de 24 años, natural de Norht Carolina, USA. Estos poemas están siendo traducidos al castellano y su traducción aparecerá en esta misma sección en pocos días. Para culaquier comunicación con el poeta, su email es: idunnopoetry@gmail.com
Scars
Skin is thin and unbroken,
Like words of hate, left unspoken,
Until the blade of conflict cuts,
The skin that spreads, as opened up.
The blood flows out like crimson streams,
Surrounds and drowns the strongest screams,
Until the river Red runs dry,
All else is left alone to die.
The wound, it slowly closes up,
And mends until it closes shut,
It hides the pain it felt before,
But waits for pain that's left in store.
Scars appear where wounds once healed,
And still reveal where holes were sealed,
Remind of times of massive loss,
When losing canceled out the cost.
The only thing prolonging pain,
Are memories inside the brain,
That if erased, would put to rest,
Reminders of the pain that's left.
I'm staring at before The painting's still the same I'm staring at our end The painting's still the same And time will come and go Seeds of Love Weave me dreams I can't conceive That all expanse of plants and trees This cancer is a chance to see Rainy Seasons We were together just a season For nothing's ever really over And when complete, it will begin Without the moisture of the rain Anagogic (Positive Vibes) My heart doesn't beat at the same frequency, you see Cause if you can't believe So can't you see To take this key
Same
And now for sake of grief
I'm lying to myself
And playing make-believe
Pretending what we were
Was more than what it was
And though I may embellish it
It matters not, because...
No matter how I frame it
The object's what it is
No matter what I name it
And history stands firm
I cannot re-arrange it
The past will stay the same
And I can never change it
Back to when we finished it
I lie about the pain
Hoping to diminish it
Pretending that it hurts
A lot less than it does
And though I minimize it
It matters not, because...
No matter how I frame it
The object's what it is
No matter what I name it
And history stands firm
I cannot re-arrange it
The past will stay the same
And I can never change it
With no way to re-gain it
The past is still the past
However I explain it
Pretend it's something else
And try so hard to feign it
But the past is still the same
And I can never change it
But leave the seams so I'll believe
And understand all in this land
Was planned and formed by Dancing Hands
Were planted so I'd glance and see
Remind each time I pant and breathe
For answers that You've answered me
That even ants, You grant their needs
So when I guess You can't for me
The Seeds of Love You plant for me
Still, effects have lasted years
And we never find a reason
When our Fates decide to veer
From where we thought we just might go
We find we've ended up right here
And though we stooped to quite a low
We never had the slightest fear
Happy is never the end
Good and Bad times fight each other;
Neither one shall ever win
We will receive from life that which
We choose to purposefully send
'Cause sometimes wounds might need a stitch
If there be hope that they will mend
And then we'll start it all anew
And like a circle or a spin
We'll find our path is nothing new
For we traversed this way before
And swore we never more would do
'Cause nothing's worse than when it pours
But ask the grass how much it grew
How can we ever hope to grow?
Sometimes it takes a bit of pain
Before you truly know you know
So if you ever reach a place
You're set, expecting where you'll go
Then be prepared to have to face
The swiftest shifting of the Flow
Cause for me it beats a sweet heavenly melody
That is free to them that see peace and ease
Instead of tragedy
Who see good instead of the bad they had to see
Who stay glad, not mad
By saying can't and flee
Whose answers see
The expanse of dreams
And what there's chance to be
Then you can't receive
And can't conceive
Of your prayer's answering
That there's no can't for me?
No chance I'll flee
Just straight advance
I'm free
And re-shape what I will be
If I agree
With positivity
