Dario L. Jaramillo 1996-1997-1998
overflow
Here I am upon the ground
Sitting up or sitting down
I just don't know
There is no sound that wakes me up
Even the thunder that cuts my thoughts
It doesn't go
So I lift me off the ground
I'm going up not going down
And I feel the sky a churning
and flashing in the wind
My soul seems to be burning
With all this love and all this yearning
I feel it glow
Feel the weight upon my back
Is it dark or is it black
I see no home
But I rise among the dead
Not to drown into the sea
And if I never come back
It's because of you not because of me
I only flow
I overflow
I sing my load
And it overflows
This is no story this is no tale
It comes across when all prevails
It only shows
It's in my heart it's in my soul
Standing naked unto the sun
It only flows
That when all the pain has gone
You'll be different than before
And the hurt will leave you strength
When you're weak and you're destroyed
Then you flow
You overflow
You sing your load
And it overflows
There is nothing I can say
Nothing I can pay
To make it go
I'll make the best with all this time
Make it up, make it blind
God only knows
That I'll flow
I'll overflow
I'll sing my load
And it overflows
watching over seas of love
Watching over seas of love
Where is it that I stand?
Watching over seas of sand
Where is it that I love?
All these loving moments
Coming from above and all around
Surrounding me with love
I receive without longing
Shimmering waves of light
Heading towards your soul
I watch
See
And learn about the path together
With or without you, love
Sending waves of joy
Back into the universe I stand
Learning
Watching
Seeing every bit of you.
poem
for brenda
the
terraces of my heart
face
the sky and your eyes
as
you feel this day of joy enlightening
your
desire and need to be happy
a
day of joy a day of fun
a
day of birth
let
it bring a presence never before
felt
inside you
to
shine
to
lift
to
fill
to
abide to joy and happiness
to
feel the love and brightness
that
everyday projects
let
it lead you to a road
that
continues into your heart
opening
doors at every turn
opening
the secret that lingers inside
bringing
the vast richness of joy
into
your life
into
the realm of beauty
that
shines above and within us all
why is Yrma…always on my mind?
I
think
of
Yrma
day and night
as golden remembrances
of her sweet kisses send
goose bumps up and down my spine
the way she touched and loved me
gave me strength to continue loving life
after surviving a war zone that I was going through
a beauty that came to the beast.
Destiny
sends her
as an angel
with a message
that came from the
universe
a message
that peaceful
passionate love exists
and will always be there.
She was love…she was intense passion.
Her
memory
dazzles my heart
as my mind races forth
wondering why she is not with me.
Her body…
her beautiful body
adorned
with luminous light from a past life
sculpted
and made for love
with lips that drive me wild
with pleasure and pain.
When
I
remember
how we kissed
passionately
in front of the world
and in the depths
of our souls in my room
I melt with divine passion
awaiting her return.
She is an angel
that came to me
from beyond
out of nowhere
bringing
love and desire
giving me the answer
to my stasis
by showing me
youthfulness and playfulness
between
her
intelligence
beauty and passion.
She
is
love
itself
when I see her smile…
she lights up my day.
Her eyes are
deep
with passion
that sinks
profoundly
into my soul
as I desire
running my lips
up and down her existence…
in and out of her body and heart
as I caress her love
and give her fluid mellifluous
emotions
from the very essence of my soul.
Her
hands
are soft with touch
as I kiss
her sacred
love
and lick
her inner beauty
with love.
Am I crazy?
Yes
crazy about her rhythm
crazy about her intensity
crazy about the way she loves
and her intelligence.
I’m crazy
about
her
womanhood and femininity.
I
see
her
in my dreams
as she walks
the beach
of intense gentleness
glancing toward
my shore
of desire and love.
She
stands
in the midst
of my turbulence
smiling playfully
at my crazy
and unbound
passion for her.
I
stand
erect
facing the sun
as I see her in my heart
playing with me in Texas
where we looked into each other’s
eyes
and told ourselves
we are friends.
And we are.
And we will be
regardless
of where we are
in life
because we were once
united in another life…
though similar to where we are in this life.
I
dream
of her
in the day
with the brilliance
of the sun
as
I
compare
her
to
nothingness
because she brings
me
relaxation and youth.
She comes
from a past
I can’t remember
but I can feel.
She sees
the same things
I see
but from another angle
that delivers insight to where I stand.
I
dream
of her
at night
as I
sleep
in
rapid eye motion
wondering why
she is not beside me
loving me every second
during the veil of darkness
that the night covers us with.
When
I squeeze
and hug her
smothering her
with sublime kisses
my life becomes
vibrant and my heart
wants to jump out of my chest into hers…she is a dream.
She is a beauty.
She is always on my mind…
and
I
desire
to make love to her wildly
in the court of passion for days in and days out until in hurts.
And as long as possible.
She
was
made to
love and to be loved.
When
I
think of her
as
I
drive
or talk
or work
I want to run home
and call her
and ask her to visit me.
An
angel
from above
always calms me down
when she is not around.
That’s why
I think of
Yrma
as I continue
my path into the sun
where I may find her
one day.