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A poem from my first born, I promise to translate.

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Organic Silhouettes

And God said,
"Let there be dark"
inverted sparks
sinking and seeping
between the colors of the rainbow
on Milky Way drive.
Systems collide inside
as cells divide
into Kingdoms of Hell
And pagans burning alive do die
in this region of sky.
Entwined with light to bridge the spirit's chasms
Organic silhouettes made of darkness stalk the plane of phantasms.
Where dark hearts dream Devil thoughts
and demons play dark arts cards with knives and burning steel shards dressed like shooting stars stealing forever now,
who's in charge?
And God said,
"Let there be light"
tonight
the battle will begin
again forever
as the swirling vortex
crushes all in its spheroid abandon
above our heads
and under our beds
the black holes churn
as stars explode and burn
Somehow we get a turn
to live life and to learn
And God said,
"Let there be."
Abandoned factories
inside expanding forts
Military machinery
Combined technologies
Worldwide Technocracy
Humanic entropy
Blackhole Balance Beam Symphony of the Suns
Open eyes in disguise
And some said,
"Is there really a God?
Does he just not care?"
I said,
perhaps God views life as a part of the transformation
to the next level of spirit in any form, as if our bodies are
the cocoon and our spirits the fully realized butterfly
or maybe this is it;
God views nothing and all is darkness after the light
what you never see is what you get.
and what you'll always never know is what gets you.
Living invisible darkness of flickering consciousness
and inverted likenesses
rolling away into the dark eternal nexus.
The highway cars humming a midnight train whistle lullaby in the sky wrapped in shade.

Christopher E. Rangel

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lluviadeabril

Extremely interesting view –full of irony and (do I detect ) sarcasm and cynicism.

Different. I’ll keep a tab on your poems.
Good luck with your translation.

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"La vida no es como la que uno vivió, si no la que uno recuerda y comó la recuerda para contarla."

-Gabriel García Márquez, Vivir Para Contarla (2002)