Poetry

By

Rod Roldan-Roldan

 

 

The Last Fallen Leaves

II Love

 

Love – thou art Veiled

A few – behold thee –

Smile – and alter – and prattle – and die

Bliss – were an Oddity – without thee

Nicknamed by God –

Eternity

Emily Dickinson (in Love – thou art high –)

 

 

 

The voice of my heart denies

The reason of my mind

And my eyes refusing discipline

Light up a single word

Stay

 

Sometimes

When my fingers

Are unable to reach your lips

When my ears

Are unable to describe the sound of your words

When my eyes

Are unable to seize the light of your look

Love is named pain

 

All these feelings

Dragging on my heart

Burning my soul

Scaring my mind

Resumed in a single word

Love

 

Put away your mask

Delete your make-up

Overcome your fear

Show me love

 

Why are you so far away

And so close your skin?

Why is your voice a joke

And a truth your eyes?

Why are words an easy game

And love a painful call?

 

Come

Let me lay my dream on your smile

Let me fly into the sky of your hope

Let me grasp the color of your words

Let me pick up the flowers of your silence

Let me be for a second the madness of your desire

Come

 

Sweet sin of my dream

Come down to me

I shall fly to the land of love

With fear away from me

 

Where have you been

Shadow of desire

I rode through the night

Without drinking your smell

Please come

I´m still wild

 

Let your lips

Climb my lingam

Let your tongue

Be the tide of my sperm

Enter the Word upon my soul

 

Here is my Body

Lick him

Suck him

Let him enter yours

Enjoy him before the sunset

For life is short and the answer unknown

 

Such a long time without tasting your skin

Such a long time without reading your mind

Such a long time without testing your heart

 

And when your tongue creates

Among drops and grass

The roads to my body

Up to my lingam´s heights

Picturing the perfume of my sperm

I coagulate the taste o life

Beyond the instant

 

Don´t wait for an answer

When my fingers are unable to connect your skin

Don´t expect tenderness

When flesh doesn´t catch fire

Don´t knock on my heart

When you seize your feelings

 

Gone time of love

When my body was free

When yours was free

When bodies were available

Before fear made them just a long distance voice

Closing the century

 

Lonesome night

I feel your mouth over there

And on my belly your hair

But it´s just a short flight

Before my right hand plays love

With the remaining of desire

To fill the empty side

 

Love

Come

Make me spring up

Oh angel of identity

Within my name

Beyond eternity

 

Under the moonlight

Like a holy animal waiting for you

With my heights up to heaven

To fulfill your desire

 

Tomorrow is already turning over the page of your face

And yet today I´m still painting the killing of love

And yesterday is becoming the whiteness of emptiness

 

Not even a stolen kiss

Not even a frozen dream

Just the naked night

Including your absence

Excluding love

 

I shall be there

In the endless land of Words

Picking up the flowers of desire

In the silence of your eyes

Crossing the landscape of your body

 

Round trip love

First leg

Champagne dream caviar

Second leg

Some drops of gall in emptiness

 

And yet beloved love

Waiting without hoping

Searching the tune of roots

Before destination

 

Love

One way trip

No luggage but light dust fever

And some coins of memory

 

And yet imperial love

Lightening the fire of universe

Banishing lies

Springing up the Verb

 

It must be love

Such a trembling skin

Such a flying heart

The pregnant word

And the silence of the loser

Naming that strange feeling

That must be love

 

Love under silence

Crowed and wet

Wearing the desperate song

Of the lonesome rider

Searching out his own voice

 

Come on

Tell me the legend of the wind

When it blows up your heart

Too heavy for flying

Too light for staying

 

So take my hand

And taste the smell of my flight

Far away from the Termite´s land

Riding among angels and shine

The carnal words

 

Kiss me through my words

Touch me through my look

I shall drink the breath of your eyes

And rest for the rest of my passion

 

Stop asking what you know

Don´t you see love dazzling?

Stop asking for time

Don´t you see life running away?

Oh bring me roses and wine

And step into my heart before dawn

 

I

Lonesome knight-errant

On the dazzle road

Offer you the unreachable land of the words

When love has no name

 

Oh love

Love that glitters

Over passion or light

Among gods

In the endless sky of the lost desires

Listen to my heart

Opening the gate of the abyss

 

Should I die gathering words

Should I lie to my truth

Should I cry my transgression

Please post my love

Before the end of my term

 

Go ahead

Tell me I cannot

Say it is forbidden

I want the knife of live on my throat

Transgression

 

Oh Lord

The world fills me

And yet I am empty

Please give me silence

 

So far so close

So deep so cold

Oh autumn wind

Sweeping away the remaining feelings

Like the last fallen leaves

While the whistle blows

In the last station of my heart

 

(From the book Inidentity/2001)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forgotten Hours

(Last Love Poems)

 

Come lie with me my love

Love lie with me

/…/

And have enough of making love

And let our two selves speak

All night under the cypress tree

Lawrence Ferlinghetti (in Come lie with me and be my love)

 

 

 

Be my guest

put your face on my heart

Leave your thirst on my chest

Close your eyes

And fly into the kingdom

O desire

 

Less than an image

More than a shade

Just a mirage

Hustling to fade

 

Silence is burning your voice

Feelings under dust

Painful game to play

Please be mad

Take my hand before dark

 

Wild shadow of your soul

Distant shore of your lips

Dropping silence

Or words in the mist

While the wind of desire blows up your heart

 

Come on sweet liar

Dare before leaving

Life is nothing but a short dream

Time is already ringing

And soon will toll the bells

Let the joy be

Touch me

 

Open your heart

For life is short

Don´t be too hard

A fear named Time is pressing me

Don´t let me misunderstood

While the sun is still shining

 

(From the book O Deslizar das Horas/2009)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rod Roldan-Roldan

R.Roldan-Roldan (or David Haize). Brazilian author. Born in Spain. Grew up in Morocco. French education. Lives in Brazil. Ten years stuck in a city-state for being stateless. Cosmopolitan. Internationalist. Militant. Libertarian. Hedonistic. “Cursed writer”. He gave up his job (manager for a corporation) in order to write and he has known hunger. 31 published books (novels, short stories, theatre, poetry, epistolary). Writes social, politics and cinema articles for a newspaper. His literature is surrealist and focuses on identity, sex, exile, metalanguage, silence, existential search for meaning and fury of living. He loves art. One philosopher: Nietzsche. One poet: Rimbaud. One novelist: Stendhal. One playwright: Euripides. One movies director: Visconti. One film: Il Gattopardo. One actress: Vanessa Redgrave. One actor: Javier Bardem. One singer: Léo Ferré. One composer: Beethoven. One painter: Hieronymus Bosch. One folklore: russian. One city: Paris. One culture: french.

His books (not all of them) can be found on www.authorcentral.amazon.com

His blog: www.davidhaize.wordpress.com