The Nightmare

  I've woken up from a nightmare

completely covered in cold sweat

A night easy to remember.

A night that is hard to forget.

-Marcelo

Pyrrhic Poem

The den of these desires

first formed on flames of fire

ran its course, now expires

This poem is its pyre

- Marcelo 

She crushed the core of me

She crushed the core of me

On to one thousand million pieces

we weren't meant to be

at least that's what she says

 

Now I, as so many before,

most slowly learn to cope

For I don't have her anymore.

For I've left all harbors of hope

 

-Marcelo 

 

Tomorrow is a day away

I bleed into this pages in black ink

as my mind and emotions find their sync

shame it is lately only of sorrow

perhaps I'll be more lucky tomorrow.

 

- Marcelo

Every day I die a little

Every day I die a little
as her memory fades away
someone plays me a tiny fiddle
as I grapple with my dismay

As my life keeps moving forwards
I risk my sorrows to amass
but I seek solace in this four words
That in its time,"this too shall pass"

Just like Gatsby chasing  Daisy
lost love is a trivial pursuit
It is choosing not to see
and when knowing truth to be mute.

- Marcelo

Bored, Stole Half the Poem

You were my sunshine, my only sunshine
You made me happy when skies were grey
But now your love, dear, is no longer mine
Now we are strangers with nothing to say.

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamt I held you close in my arms
So sad it wasn't so, my heart is now weeping
Since it remembered how your kiss warms.

I've always meant to make you happy
I know you tried to do the same.
And while this may sound so very sappy
I'll always be your Sire and you my Dame.

- Marcelo

To Kiss

Dear Miss,

to kiss your lips is all I miss

to leave this abyss and reach my bliss

so long since I have sipped & savor

your source of sweet sincerity, my savior

- Marcelo

You tore my heart apart

You tore my heart apart

& all hopes you narrow

You left a fraction, a part

always pierced by an arrow

To you, I'll soon be nobody

at least that is my insight

I'll be a soul with no body

A man that's hollow inside

Now I'm of so many, one

who aspires to become

free from needing anyone

to avoid angst and be calm.

- Marcelo

Her Dress is Black

her dress is black, like the night

she is my queen, I her knight

her eyes, two big bright blue stars.

with a look that leaves me scars.

her hair so fair that it flares

and I must avoid to stare

her voice so sweat and smooth,

lures me in and speaks the truth

 I wish I knew how she feels

the wait just brings all my ills

will she date me? will she not?

does she think I am hot?

I often lose all my hope

think of myself a big dope

for trying to win her over

makes me wish I wasn't sober

but I know she's worth all pain

without the hurt there's no gain

so for love I'll sway night and day

or up until she blows me away.

-Marcelo

The Smell of Peaches

I once knew a girl who smelled of peaches.

She broke my heart, and it now needs stitches

She's real smart, biology she teaches

In comparison, all other girls were... not as great.
-Marcelo

You Say I Lack Compassion

You say I lack compassion

& am too argumentative

but I love with great passion

& isn't that very relative?

That I am a womanizer

a sucker for pretty girls

but, what's wrong with that Sir?

to crave for curves and curls

That I am a rich and spoil brat

                                  born in much wealth and privilege                                  

with a spoon, a cane & a hat

That I've never seen a village.

But I know all my faults

& I am candid, a cool cat.

I know what's true & false

& I know where the party's at.

So you can judge and hold a grudge 

name all that is wrong with me  

that I am so out of touch

of reality and such

but I've never cheated & rarely lie

I'd meet you coming through the rye

with me what you see is what you get

specially if you are a brunet ;)

(or a blond, or a redhead, especially if you are redhead)

-Marcelo

Who are you dear user?

Who are you dear user?

does my poetry amuse?

Be my judge my accuser

for I am lacking a muse.

Do I write with care?

Do you like what I share?

Be truthful and swear

do I rhyme with flair?

Surely I do not compare

to whom this is their affair

of that I am quite aware.

But am I good or fare?

That I really want to know

In your eyes, do I glow?

do I have rhythm and flow?

am I cool as winter snow?

-Marcelo

I Once Knew

I once knew a woman

that shined as a diamond,

immune to woo's of men 

& of my heart a tyrant.

For her, I'd search all hell

or seek her up above.

For I am under her spell.

For I am deep in love.

-Marcelo

I Have Been So Lonely

Oh, I have been so lonely,

since my girlfriend left me.

Now, I recall her fondly,

like a sailor the sea.

Should have been wiser

than to make her upset.

Now I need an adviser

on how to forget.

Should have kept her closer.

Should have kept her near.

Now I am a just a composer

with his heart on a spear.

-Marcelo

Whatever May Come

Whatever may come

I hope you won't run

of all there are some

as brave as a hun.

We may not be fine

Dine daily with wine.

Yet, we'll be together

Two birds of a feather.

& we will survive

if nothing with rhymes.

To one day, in time

to seek, find & thrive.

-Marcelo

Not All Roses Are Red

Not all roses are red. 

Violets are clearly not blue! 

I may be wrong in the head,

but I really like you.

To Call A Spade A Spade

The is much power in this word,

weather used by peasants or a lord.

To some it's alien, to some, their north.

For it I unsheathed my sword.

Many a man have fallen & tasted,

for their last meal, the bitter blade.

But not in vain has life been wasted

if with courage we call a spade a spade.

-Marcelo

Life Loves Me

Life loves me

I love life,

you and I

without strife.

Let's just smile

for a while,

let's just stand

holding hands.

Kiss my lips

move your hips,

let's not stop

till the eclipse.

You make life

change its hue,

of your type

only few.

-Marcelo

Dear Girlfriend...

You're so smart and pretty

that of you I want more

so much so its a petty

If could, I'd have four

So why of you not make some clones?

they'd be just like you down to the bones

with your same voice, hair and nose

And God knows you have the clothes

Now, you may think me quite mad

nothing more than a very crazy lad,

but of you I'm just a fan

trust me, I'm your man

Think of all they'll accomplish

The many books you'd publish

And so I plea for your compliance

if not for me, do it for science!

(What I write: Think of all they could accomplish... What I think: Girlfriends, today we take the Capital, tomorrow the world.)

Why do we care?

What do care about the distance?
If you love me and I tolerate you.
You could be in Venus and I in Mars,
yet my feelings would remain true.

What do we care about the weather?
Whatever it was where you were.
I wouldn't want you any less,
although you are such a mess.

What do we care about about the time?
If we were a thousand year apart,
one could gift the other a good wine.
Knowing that meeting is of love just a part.

A Simple Poem

I write about your sight,

your figure, your might.

Your passionate soul,

burning like coal.

Your intimate eyes,

blue, as the skies.

Your intricate mind,

a gift to mankind.

Your tender embrace,

during winter nights

& the smile on your face

when I turn off the lights.