THE 156 VERANDERUNGEN SONNETS ON LoveE’s LOSS CESAR DELGADO-GUEMBES‘Tae 156 VERANDERUNGEN. SONNETS ON LOVE’S LOSS César Delgado-GuembesTHE 156 VERANDERUNGEN. SONNETS ON Love ‘s Loss Author - Editor César Delgado-Guembes Calle El Rancho 184 - La Molina Phone: +51 99 527 0327 Front cover : Seize the ripen‘d alike the grim, ominous or gruesome (2020), Jois Soffa Arrasco, oil on canvas (50,5 x 40 cms.), property of César Delgado-Guembes Inner illuscrations: Drawings with pitt-oil pencil, chinese ink, and watercolour, on paper (20,5 x 14,8 cms,), by Jois Soffa Arrasco Fernandez (february 2020), property of César Delgado-Guembes Back cover : Sin decir[-lo] pienso, drawing on cardboard, by César Delgado-Guembes (29,7 x 21 cms) Design and diagramming: Silvia Vasquez Tryjillo The entire coordination of edition, printing and publishing processes was in charge of Lucia Alvarez. Calderén. Print order: 400 copies First edition: June, 2020 ISBN: 978-612-00-5188-7 Did the Legal Deposit at the National Library of Peru Ne 2020-03265 ‘This book was printed on June, 2020 in Impresso Grafica S.A Av. Mariscal La Mar $85 - Miraflores. ‘Lima - PeruCONTENT Love not pubic it is, tho’ pubic it may also be Swom the oaths kills the vows |. What deserves the source a name fair to last Pinch the swollen beam with the pubic vault Aged the wrinkd’d eye slight the husk scoms . Write it veneer’d semblance thine skull and corpse! . Is there a name only for love alone . Like bum, love may errant, dispers’d be Behold, love's loss at hand may feed when love demands! Roving art the rules above the wrapp’d plight . Spent boundless a free day on friday leaning on the bambooed shadow deckin’ . Helpless anger expounds the possessive soul [. Where exact lies the firmer truth Is there beyond grave and grief healing for the thoughtful wig? Telling may appease the stare of longing . Beheaded , ripper’d and dispers’d, it is sheerly upsetting and obnoxious... . Dregs elastic taint beliefs with bequeathed remnants . Love hurts while quakes, and void yearns too while scares Does god stir‘d suffice to the soul and bewilder‘d ? Pilgrims are we shaped by feelings of counterfeit . Travels like lonely seagull in agony and dismissal XXIL Shoddy the threaded oath knits diverse the sketches 15 16 17 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 28 29 30 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39XXVIL. XXVIII. XXXII XXXII. XLVI. XLVI. UL LIL. Iv. IVI. . Feel unravel’d the eager’s bronze the dullest mornings ? There is no cheering nor boring in the underground town Nota people’s person he was convine’d he was . Dropping willows conceal the grammar truest of the understandings Unique knows the stale blind and miss‘d Lonesome and long-forsaken around lands barren Restless lay che dreaming as the breathing was hard . Almost humus bleeds while the roads are grey and misty |. Scraps of fireflies dig the swiveling to the mossy sketch ‘The thinker declares the extinction of yoracious the jungle and the zoo ‘When reason and thought aren’t windy enough Burnt the butterfly by a hurried truck wer silence strikes the moss Hic sunt dracones et leones that ghosts forgotten still do keep . Ten toads jumped frowning at dawn in the freezin’ ponds . Bitter be what bitter the endin’ approaches . Love's loss is the loss’ that slaughters the days of livin’ O, square persistent that dwindles unforgiven » How so unreachable be thou, bliss and happy respite |. When the lame is wounded by the thorny rock on the cloudy heel |. Mule and cougar got a lil’ dubbie as they hik’d by dead river’s trees |. Lips pen up the wrinkl’d meanings under the kiss of untexted words Brassy the dark hair’d and rosie lipp’d hare blew the torch’d cigar . Bodies disposses’d by faceless bodies . Lam the spoken and walk’d, by the ownerless voices Where do leadworts get their blue taint’d petals and grace? Matters perchance the kisser more than the kissed’s joy in the kiss receiv’d? Are we depended by gregarious the heavily cling’d forces Come along, crank the motor and shut the talkin’ Distracted the colourful spider ascertain’ the unfoldin’ . Bottomless survival dwells at hand’s reach Pethaps worms tickle the navel where the new man may be born Short nights rumble the long-winded ramblings Debas’d an unreliantly gloomy, the spaces undrinkable went unspared From afar comes this toxic pathos of longin’ to love beyond rules Res 45 46 47 48 50 51 52 53 54 56 57 58 60 61 62 63 65 66 67 68 70 7” 72 73 74 75 76 78 79 80LVI. IVI. Bg BEEes LXVIL. LXVIIL. LXXIL. LXXIIL LXXVII. LXXVIII. LXXXIL. LXXXIIL. LXXXVII. LXXXVIII. XC. Time elapsing, lethal meckness due is to leave the under the saddle back seat Famelic the honky tonk flute plays a tune in key’d flat minor C Daydreamin’ and fearin’ are two powerfull beams Stumbled the chalice and swivel’d downwards the threshold |. Bodies still can’t be in two towns at once, ‘tho their minds is uncertain . Fatidically, fe jour d’apré the quarrel, ants clear’d the sobb’d wrinklin’ |. Helium by need is lighter than gold, but more useful may by its weight become . What remains, the obssesd’ insists, that shan’t and can’t possesd “be? /, The twenty first marks signs that the restraining lifts up [. Six were in Exodus so fearful the pains and the quakes Dwellin’ the feet do the hikin’ without why whatsoe’r Crawl'd the seagulls awoke dawn before crispy the waves in the fallin’ of May Et ansi de suite from the fig tree hung once the unvirtuous and fallen ‘The finger follow’d the handful of blossom’d good lookin’ medlars . Chemical the lusty equation sheds rusty gazes to bronzd cormorans As the worn out nuptial visage exhumes the bride’s humour vestige Gleamin’ the gaze, the dart splinter‘d the bleedin’ ‘n wounded tissue How uncognisable the primal source of it all can be...! Owl’s windy night in winter circles the wake . Sailin’ hardly the likin’ subdues to jaundic’d the drivin’ How inconspicuous the shieldin of preposterous domain has appear’d. Illusion overarchingly bare is the bedrock in the faked age of secular belief Garrulous walker takes on a scooter and rides to the zoo Underworld and hoarse admonition ruins shallow the hostess proper and nose . Whilst dodecaphonic a helicopter the courts with a suite entertains Hoodied the harbour’d genitals und’r thick and lively the loose foreskin Ye sunken sped up ‘n tumour’d hipster, of sebaceous round chin Don’t rights pertain to earthly and only the species humane Grimmer as the scene is turnin’ to be soothen’d in a blow of icy cold blast . So infinite the unknown abashes not the arrogant, if humble an atom remains Earth that bodies command is stem’d in an unpronoune’d and secret realm How in so slumberin’ a state can to reason its nature be reveal’d ’n admit? Won't you care to sneak dystopic your skull’d sharky eyes into clefty bloomin’ Sirely yolks make spurs or spawns at fate’s glimpse or disguise 81 82 84 85 86 87 88 90 a2 92 93 94 95 96 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 106 107 108 109 110 112 113 114 115 116 118 119 120XCI. XCIl. XCII. XCIV. XCV. XCVI. XCVIL XCVII. XCIX. Ci. Ci. cl. CXVII. CXVII. CXxII. CXXIII. CXXIV. So much the squander for such interstellar matter to plough Cold gets in June on this side of the asylum by high crests in the sea Lies yonder the catacombs’ jailed fences many an unholy bundle of bones Under the blind moon silent and dark remain milliard of tombs in the graveyard Some darkn’d pollution sombr’d the dense and thickn’d draft Heavens bleed hurricanes of detach’d confusion Aren’t these un jour comme un autre, but days to regret Like a flea-brain‘d predator, attacks human the prey no longer in packs Tallis qui, Agnus ?, vainless slaughter’d sheep ! . Because life indeed is a grand mistery, it is a must qu ‘il faut envisage demain . Revers’d tesponsories be pray’d for prometeic ‘n faustic naive puff’d tale Only the crickets shall kneel in company at the chapel before the duel betides Won't the devil ev’r tire from his rebellin’ ‘n yearn peace ‘n quiet? What clutch over the loss is achiev’d without miracle and grace? Eagle’s kevlar feathers rise up where only the fearless fetch truth’s light [. Spare me from lies that humanely encroach nose, tongue and throat! |. Merciless thine darkn’d maw, devour the worlds I know . The burrow feels cozy ’n the needle a messy toad Splinter’d in thousands no holdin’ weaves in the ribcage the faith injur’d . Deep in mitky shades of hollow’d abysses strike incessant echoes ‘n thunder |. Under Orion’s ethereal surroundin’ voyageurs du temps aloof we travel . Gapin’at latitude 13°, 26’, 59” S, and longitude 76°, 7’ 60” W, the swallow glides |. While the lidless gaper unminc’d ‘n raw gulps at the vestibule the cricket’s guts Why evil undetected ‘n the real creeps, examine careful the least Hence, synonyms death ‘n life remain before life its beginning goes |. Mind you, if days are like life and death like night, ‘n both are just one ‘Tears a black horn the bone in abundant gore From so much lack ‘n toxic loss, je me déshabitue, et j ‘ai tant escamoté . Death like charcoal is, ‘n voids ‘n life in the plenty to become full it may Like edgy grapples the want blinds the sockess with partin’ ‘n grows . Eternity a viper is that viciously poisons the untalent’d Urteil ‘The book of hours reads a tamed toil in the market of affaires quotidian So much there is to be concern’d that god fails to reach all at once n me In the castle of Winderwelt issues godly the experts welt in diguis’d contempt 121 122 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 136 137 138 139 140 142 143 144 145 146 148 149 150 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159CXXVII. XXVIII. CXXXVIL CXXXVII. CXL. CXLII. CXLIIL. CXLIV, CXLV. CXLVI. CXIVIL. CXIVIIL. CXLIX. CL. CLI. CLI. CLI. CLIV, CLY. CLVI. Facts bare ‘n its lack thereof disclos’d, uncertain my heart responds on my call . Where is love’s dumb tongue at times of random ‘n distress? Exercise ‘n polishin’ shapes virtue’s words ‘n the tunes of ratdlin’ sulfur Protonic the mysterious infinity fit bewilder’d a headless unicorn Mother rests in her cot tender her ailin’ mind on pink ‘n nebulous pillows . In gruff compliance with uncertainly grounded score roars the river frosty . Since alone I find no voice around, je se demande mon ami, suis je délaissé ? . live in the southern Pacific where my great, great grandfather was born Ponders a beggar at the crepuscular age, wrinkl’d thoughts in the eyelashes Earthly our nature slabs of void purports in the perish; wo bist du ganze Fille? Doused in stardust seek for a clue that a leave give may to join far stars ‘n me... . Nights silent while darkn’ solitude brings uncasy the restless mind Weary as the beholdin’ soul may grow frail to endurance’s toils How blind may the coalminer’s faith afford dyin’ on stone’s bid divine ? Refuge the scroll for toads ‘n migrant dreamers are the seven seals Toothless bitches ‘n wartful beggars from their tombs raised ‘n back they went Mystic won’t be surely the love’s spars’d as gentle winds the change let pass ‘Trodden were days on lil’ known ’n muddy paths Gloomily, isn’t mine writin’ a mirrorin’ idea of days present’s beauty On ne le saura jamais vraiment what makes me be who I say to seem On the shore of daylight roar the batter’d wharf full of urchin ’n stripp’d catfish Soothin’ the lavender rose on the shoreless landslide its soft stream ‘The one bein’ that unlearnt love’s burnt tar Gone long it is the time when alles auf Geistige ist in us Tt ought to be time to hunt ivory like ferret other ferrets do seek Blister’d the heart weeps chok’d the wall unbroken of indifference divine So it was, so seems to have been, so it is, “n so it most likely be Beside the emaciat’d cypress lays blase the tomb of my arid tribulations Be it an undertaken gift to any who darin’ follows my ramps untidy Like raven’s nights scent’d whines boil at the loud’s trumpet’s command ‘While curves ‘n times slow me under gravities astral in uncertain life ’n times ‘Wiped out the lands, pleasures ‘n fleshly charm, rises up the praise unknown 162 163 164 165 166 168 169 170 171 172 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 184 185 186 188 189 190 191 192 194 195 196 197Oa AUTHOR’S FOREWORD AND ACKNOWLEDGMENT ‘This is a book on the diverse experience of loving. Love desired. Love accomplished. Love tequited and love refused. The fleshly joy of love’s swarming and fluttering. The pain and failures of love, The love that permits growth. The love that undermines it. This book is an expression of our times, Not the previous centuries not millennia. The love we live is a love grounded in the upsurge of the void, weariness, detachment and fatigue. The illusion that allows the liberty of an imaginary fulfillment. A fulfillment which won’t ever last long enough and should end more sooner than later. This is a book on the limited extension of what is destined to loose the liveliness, colourfulness and sweetness of the imaginary and idyllic love. The content of the poetry emphasizes the opaqueness, pallidity and wanness of the projected expectation of the sensory demesne of love. ‘The reader may find disappointment if the romantic or the ideal dimension of love is expected. ‘The theme is exposed in its bare and material crudity, but also in its unattainable and symbolic nature. Certainly, the experience goes ineffably further beyond the human senses and takes seat in a dominion still for us hardly attainable and known. ‘There is much more though beyond the gloomy void of disenchantment. Touching the bare matter further the quotidian range of the secular environ however, is the way to open the gates to the undergrounded dimensions of the feelings and the common knowledge of love. ‘This is the space where the universal and transcendental shows its bearable and reachable access away from any limitation arisen from the age of times. Where man and the idea of love fuse and reunite in one single body. Where flesh and ideal remain in a symbiotic and unbreachable union with the mystic symbol. The trivial bubble of banality and the vain or futile cracks and bursts. The ethereal nature of the essence taints with its colourlessness the vision beyond appearance.12 [] César Delgado-Guembes ‘The author desires to bear witness to the enthusiasm, encouragement and impetus shared with Luisa Guembes-Buchanan, without whose support I admit I would have lacked the basic means to produce and to publish this much valued and wished for lifetime aim. J am in debt as well to friends who read the text and expressed their faith in the opportunity and convenience of its publishing. Thanks then to Lisa Marie Cobb, and to Evan Paul Silk for the labour they took under their hands in reading me before the publishing. Finally, I should mention my gratitude to Jois Sofia Arrasco, whose liberal illustrations bring and purport the imagery of her sensitive interpretation that depict the concepts and emotions to the subject of love’s loss. Finally, a word on the trivial although meaningful origin of this pursuit. Back in June 2019, at the Catholic University’s Cultural Centre in Lima, I enjoyed the mise en scéne of the play 33 Variations, a theatrelised version of the plot devised by venezuelan dramaturge Moises Kaufman, in 2007. His is a play on an episode in the life of Beethoven based on the research of musicologist Katherine Brandt in New York. Beethoven impetuous spirit in the play performed, as lively interpreted by Roberto Moll, was an irrepresibly luring bait installed in my soul I could not resist but biting. I made the 154 sonnets of Shakespeare my benchmark and between June and August 2019 I let my heart wander in the murky meanders of the intensely varied and polymorphous, both loud and silent experiences of love, long past and still undergoing in my life. This is the end and raw product of the exposition and exploration. San Bartolo, March 2020 César DELGADO-GUEMBESTHe 156 VERANDERUNGEN. SONNETS ON LOVE’S LOSSO15 AS Love not pubic it is, tho’ pubic it may also be, lasting behooves what genuine was sown to mean, splashed the skin ashore in cooled springs sored heart prays the confine may free to flee... ‘What bonds about the we do joys call on, as it were the hidden half in the cosmic trail ? dams snag the flows in a course meet to due, will some gaze the cramp at ends mild redeem ? Perplex’d the yearning hand a wise elder calls in, is virtuous the slant to drive where bias leads the stare or vicious the pursuit after torches thar life persuade its beams ? Embers these that last beyond prison of bonds decreed, urestrain’d should boil glints indeed and fumes into flame become, or mistaken had been the call those souls abide ? =16 [] César Delgado-Guembes GE I Sworn the oaths kills the vows, unspoken the kisses fly and join, fate dooms the promised lasting like hunger despises worldly fasting... Like powder, passion is virtue’s ruin, high rides the groin limbs wide apart, splitted the lips let deep the vermin rub, regrets are sown that missed the image done. Truth seekst who its becoming contrives, undisputed isn’t love at all when it does not defy, brave love grows to drift in tide’s midst if harsh. Silent the druthers their say misshape, chance be faced lest words their sign deceive the loved be loyal to the source unseen... =‘Tue 156 VerdpeRUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss [} 17 a _ AED, It ‘What deserves the source a name fair to last, when is love recall’d, rather than vain disguise, and how by force a claim into collapse is wrought, “tis wrong deeds that aimed intense shall drift apart. Sheer hope be, wine kept in its cask proper, pierced ahead utterly should regrets attain, options do request fancy wise in the mind design, bereft will do when fasting in disdain forgotten grows. O, bleeding passion that purple in sinned river hows, shall blackn‘d oceans bury in death your swarming deeds, or knelt shan’t the hidden vice thine undivine care confess ? Whisper ye, shamemouth’d risk to darkn’d deeds inclin’d what secrets can’t the bosom unsuspect’d oblige when distor’d the swirling drive restless its regard decays ? o18 [] César Delgado-Guembes Pinch the swollen beam with the pubic vault, quite a crotch hairy and woolen rot ! is dreaded the strait to candles flurry or is it wrinkled the bottom from despair ? Smelly the shoulder shuts off the hug, snuffy the gripping leaves the swollen rock, won't the fleshy belly loose to good stock, or the crack tight shall the bone break in two ? Said that lover’s is but folly’s joy the crumbs licks the tongue’s lust, and a whimper the throat bemoans... ‘What under heaven is meant to last, be a mystery, a fable or a lie, just regrets at last we fail in words to be...Tie 156 VerAnpeRUNGEN smelly the shoulder shuts off the hug...20 W) César Delgado-Guembes Vv Aged the wrinkl’d eye slight the husk scorns, under hunger’d state the craving cloudy starves, how shall a puffing trunk the panting in steel revamp, at this hour grey when the leafs their autumn drop ? ‘tis relentless the prosody of sack and tautless wear, ‘tis enfeebl’d the once upon prowess of younger days, those were which weak tears spit when fate so wills, those that react not if lust enough lacks the eagle beakless. Sorrow upon sorrow the living days by stars are loaded, if wise, soaring the spirit resigns the fleshly drive, if unskill’d, denial or fake’d power shall the screen portray. What love is, glands arent due to discern and say, love ain’t just what taste brings forth, love is alchemy, relinquish ‘d greed and itch.Tee 156 VerANDERUNGEN, Sonnets on Love's loss {] 21 VI ‘Write it veneer’d semblance thine skull and corpse ! under and behind there isn’t but blindfolded tingling, alien to frenzy is pawn’d reason and trim’d tithing, what cunning sees deluded and fancied wish ? O desire ! infatuation strangles thine delirious being, what is, abounds tenthwise what the will disguises, how the load beclouds the blurred mind, how groped the probe fails the blind mistaken ! Sly thou devious fox of coy and wicked demur, is the hour tame perchance of thy beastly force, as it is unfetter’d the whim that love be not? Humble isn’t but faulty the service of tenacious sin, illiterate the rigid want errs at discretion by unworthy deeds, be at last what pity from weak spirit the repair atones... EES22 §] César Delgado-Guembes AS VII Is there a name only for love alone aname that rejects all worthy others, or love belongs instead to whom love blasts, free, bereft and unpossessed ? Unfocused and shapeless, unrestrain’d love seems to be lacks comfort and shares in unnamed pose, a random catch, loved is who love attains, and loves only who accepts the share. ‘The many may only receive the bless when no one the fruit beheads, smell is for all who the whiff comprises. Strange mood seems love to seize, principled is, universal and bondless all, at once yet to chains restricted and confined. =a‘Tur 156 VERAnDERUNGEN, Sonnets on Love's loss {] 23 VIII Like bum, love may errant, dispers’d be, wondrous is, fickle, unruly and boisterous, like life, a miracle measures at random’s death, ripe like wine, love lives tho’ in counted time... Take heed, the days be seized and ruled ! scorch’d love’s swell embraces fuzzy and dim, berrothal, priggish and scrimpy, stitches and denies, sacred can’t be what god’s gifts scorn’d becomes... Rotten be ashen love whar stoned languid under rite decays, praise rather the instant when joy its warmth brims and thrives, worth it is, or is it not, to seize what divine unruly from life abounds ! Perish fear that hung slays bubbles full of love’s flair! Whose walls won’t crumble when heart its quake expands ? like bum, love rules if love homeless the needy a host befinds... ft24 [] César Delgado-Guembes Behold, love’s loss at hand may feed when love demands ! words claim consequences in acts dispos’d alike rivers equals the alike its brook expects, what is there that may this reason’d syntax duly express ? Simple as yolk can be, to live what the bow is aimed to, gifts are granted just when the yawn dismiss‘d it is..., but lack of goal akin wretch’d the soul becomes, where are the forest rains in the kissd beds ? How anguish devours from doubts the frenzied minds, is there better a deal than wait for fortune’s flick, while will confused impatient can’t the riddles ring ? Enhanc’d the minded plain complains if the given dares not. Whar is fairly to expect from fancied wish if luck allows the engagement not ? Be what less ruin the decision final brings..., lest death its prey abets ! =a‘Tar 156 Veranpeaunoen. Sonnets on Love's loss {] 25 RE x Roving art the rules above the wrapp’d plight, the bow darts the arrow beyond the target hollow’d, will the train leave the feather remain in woodland’s abode, or shall astray its course graspless in the air mild remain ? ‘Wept the absence underscores the longing stored, is at hand repair to fractur’d the subtracted drive ? o fate, thy will won’t by the prey’s will condole ? Times these annoy’d by undeployment and depriv’d ! Damn/d shall the refusal hook the earthly possession, lest no possession merry aims the longing and emptied mate. What be is there where hardship the task hardly endures ? O gods whose blazing winds the skin open shears, shall I endure the burning voids in most full desire, or shall an enduring soul be whose mate I fail full to be ?26 [] César Delgado-Guembes XI Spent boundless a free day on friday leaning on the bambooed shadow deckin’ the chattering accomplish’d full the carpet’d gatherin’ then the jalapefio and roasted meat with reddn’d onion on the stick, don’t last the craft’d ashes in the fiercest blow of the forgotten ! At the very end of the abyss the bleedin’ gullies soak a saddn’d gaze as the heart is gobbl’d by the budding and anxious maws of loss; whose hands are those that draw the well where instants die drown’d ? whose, say, emptied the breadless dish of scarced time to fill ? The bony chin sinks down in the perennial weeks of waiting, never lasted less the presents of fucure voids and losses, these become days of restraint harsh and acid daggers ... In disarray the narrow’d space leaves unrelinquish’d the rope’s endings, no kneeling appease in departures the like in funerals and losses ... neither will come while the missing lasts in the driving and the longing ... aETHE 156 VeraNDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss] 27 at the very end of the abyss the bleedin’ gullies soak a saddn ‘d gaze...28 César Delgado-Guembes XII Helpless anger expounds the possessive soul, while anger is akin not to nature’s love trees keep not inequal their shadow’d breeze and oceans partially do not sink battleships at all. Would love tearless remain as further the belov’d stays ? Unreach’d the moon still lights the darkst nights, but the tulip imprison ’d deprives the most its jolly shape and hue, say, what sort of stance shall withhold in you ? What are bonds nude but tether, indispensable and irreproachable may they well mostly be, although, with leisure true love may wary connive discreet ... How tolerant others yet be to purposes diverse, no one’s way seems unique and true, how much is there to give a matter is perhaps of two...‘Tire 156 VerADERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss [] 29 __ OS XII Where exact lies the firmer truth, hesitant the sight pursues haze implacable, both knots indecisive blurr relapses not, life commands where the wish declines... Courageous can’t the name receive of dust intact, won’t honour be rude if gleams its light straight conceals ? reveal thyself o darkn’d thou, buried and unrested critter, silent and forked, dual thine bifid tongue be crook’d ! What hast mine feeble will told in chisel’d deeds ?, what regrets uprooted from righteous the bosom will ? will any be, or shall the cage in chains the dude retain ? Love’s loss is reason’d crush’d, so shall grant the telling the harm assure, best be in silence rested the joy and safely seized !30 [] César Delgado-Guembes SR XIV Is there beyond grave and grief healing for the thoughtful wig ? slaves may we be to crave’s and. pleasure’s guilt, just if ic counts love’s call as covet’d whim and not for sure as a sacted behest and warning... ‘What crown may better entice the stranded gal with a nudge at night than misdeeds that shame’s concourse in the soul’s tormented plight ? how to endure the sent device that fishes at will the broken patches while thoughtless the diver’s fins leans the blind into deeper latches? What is this of semblance void the thought that deprives my fancying ? who thinks me that captivates my mind and derides my train of thinking ? o, unown’d thoughts whose voice my voice avails unkind ! ‘What remains scarce at last haunted of these mine remains, eclips’d hour and sad of sorrow times and complains divine ? forces estranged the reason, perish’d me, woe, and the will denies !Tie 156 Verdnneruncen. Sonnets on Love's loss ff 31 what is this of semblance void the thought that deprives my fancying ?32 César Delgado-Guembes Telling may appease the stare of longing. In the night’s spririt seek anxious eyes with constant yearning amidst shadows the empty hands remain cold and lonely were wrong the lust of splinter’d sights that winter morning ? Telling plastic wonders on the ice of lasting. Stony and stout as the glacier in the artic be, weaken‘d the tough and hard melts its timely mien, the burning thaws the spirit yielding... Telling the surface shatters of meager glancing. Deeper the sour gaze mingles thoughtful the dough in craving, chunky are perceiv’d patches and blots mild mismatch’d. Telling the face frowns to ballast and overt disguising. Dissolving the dismember’d costume the circus on the verge squashes, lobotomized, narrow glimpse, in crumbs groans, rushes and by force collapses !‘Tite 156 VERANDERUNGEN. Sonacts on Love’s loss {] 33 ASE XVI Beheaded , ripper’d and dispers’d, it is sheerly upsetting and obnoxious... what explains the disconcerting flaw in the evasive reasoning, and why the puzzl’d piracy would em.ark in nervous and weasel’d fizzlin’? what and why nauseous the spiraled embarrassment is but wildly atrocious ! Isn’t wide the needle’s eye to the mind pitied and narrow, ‘tho to the widen’d and enhanc’d, enriched it is and hallow’d. will silence in sunset patrol the profiteered humbug ? will fetch circumspection inoculate the screwball’d drug ? Hearken ears broad and hush the heinous sass, will the talk perhaps redeem the indecisive plot, while excesive the lecture leads to none but more complot ? Saturday’s dance shall remain the sign of cristal glass; the rest is less, no more, than pleonastic blabber, remain alert, recess, and conjure the twaddle ! =34 [] César Delgado-Guembes XVII Dregs elastic taint beliefs with bequeathed remnants, who cares if it is us, the I or the you who loves, who cares in the sphere secrets where no one judges, who cares while flow the creeks and wet fall the rains... Funny can also be and obstrusive tough, like chill’d snows true love is lasting, permissive it may also be when licensed more love to give, strength in chemistry is épruve ’s supremacy. Wasted is the fearest kind in human journeys, daring expensive is but genuine and engaging seals close dive and young to shark's fangs and dangers... Oddly written the miracle in the legend was; like phoenix arousal, there where warm were embers hearken, there, a call proclaims the shaft and centers !!! ae‘Tae 156 Vertnperunesn, Sonnets on Love's loss f] 35 Aste, XVII Love hurts while quakes, and void yearns too while scares, unromantic fangs and tusks rip brisk the shallow layer, love isn’t expected brook but beckon’d tide, fierce, windy and crashin’, wreck’d the hind flatters the backlash birch by hideous the twig slayer. Narrow is the gap to cross the throat of risky waters, scented isn’t always the shrieky swamps and muddy bottles, infatuation dampens at first lightly the thirsty gullers, beware that odors naive cover jolly the rotten corpses ... O, raucous voices that keep abreast unpleasant lining in the hedges, inoculate the bug that curbs the lure of busy otters these eyes witness cautious the nodding and heavy wedges ... Yearn do, ye hurtin’ the spoilt illusion, ghostly corpse be while still appeas’d I wander, hermit beware under hideous the abbot’s bendin’ the vicious. agg36 [] César Delgado-Guembes XIX Does god stir’d suffice to the soul and bewilder’d ? moults the soul like eagle as winds shed the morning, how frightens frail the abode to the grounded hearing while the minted hills water seeds the nail’d crumbs tender’d ? Free is the mind unconfin’d when wanders, ‘tho options aren’t but unchosen wonders, what or who elicits among the images that the mind encloses ? vain the illusion, freedom li’l less is than the cage of fortune ... Like unwill’d fixes random the whole galaxies, won't divine design mop the heart like crumbs despicable ? minor is the power faked that lacks what smokes amicable... Universal dummy that caustic veils the raven’s irony ‘tis sorrow’s aria in the magic that cloaks the swan’s prenotion, what mistake may be worth then in the humid chances ? =‘Trae 156 VERANDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss f] 37 KX Pilgrims are we shaped by feelings of counterfeit withdrawn the spoiler residues of broad lament and deepn’d grief, at last ours is anchorsless temple, gaze and tall relief, say, are worth dying life’s doom’d but dissolv’d the chances ? Unbelievable path be this of vinager, ashes and crucifix’d, how not if unhook’d, heart’s loss and misscribbl’d holding ? mapless hare does as her gut emptied dictates in full her whiff hawk’s pincer’d geometries lead ‘tho where the tissue rightly centers... ‘What are we after all but gone like stench or bliss ?, the fetch’d lasts none but awry in an instant’s gaze ... life remains as long as the unseizeable and tactless dream ... ‘What long seems to last and take is simulacrum and but drone’s deceit, why then the buzz and the whisper in the moral shriek while by force is taken thine mind and reason unknown by thief? a38 [] César Delgado-Guembes Travels like lonely seagull in agony and dismissal, may be perchance the last and instant moanings... the film won’t make up for sinister longings, love’s command is plutonic, dense, and bridge to cleft abyssal ! Shooting comes with taint’d angles and witches, the panning impious underscores in the lens discredit and reproaches wounded, the move heaps blemish upon stain alike, why may flat regrets undermine joy aid lust exact? Smoothly the zooming denounces cloudy intentions in the tainting, the grip’s keen’d eye in the bowel deepens fierce and tight miser the seagull adds intense howl to denied grief and sight ... Track’d-in comes benign, and lenient lights the darkn’d causes, o, chains obscure, thorny longing undergoes ominous the slaughter, uncurs’d be the longing !, wings crimson lift up the righteous nozzles ... =‘Tue 156 Verdwperuncen. Sonnets on Love's loss [] 39 __ ASE XXII Shoddy the threaded oath knits diverse the sketches, lick all the beak in bony torches, at bay patient stays a hawk for fate in latent gorges, what sighs the moon about her bulges ? Purpose fixes the tissue’s clauses, the narrow canvas will depict rough the eyeloss chances, time it turns out to be untidy and baggy we aren’t but less than undisclos’d surprises... Bee’s dig in distances unpredictable, trees root where rocks flower in wombs barren, love awakens in dormant bounces ... Shall lips bleed the arid soul’s stances ? plenty are the paths thar gather in unsourly barrels, sayest thou, will the chest unravel the earthly advances ? ———40 {] César Delgado-Guembes RED XX Feel unravel’d the eager’s bronze the dullest mornings ? what do we endorse like magots one another in their orbits old, luring intuitive strikes in the dusky parallax and vested clinging or dismiss’d in the atavic groundings ? Shall fove survive the ectoplasmic disappearance, and shall short legg’d masquerades last the deceitful paradox , cannibal this age, colonis’d of penurious decadence, or is still there hope for unsure contention and abearance ? ‘What is love for him whom loves not but his stony self, his exact reflex, specular, lenient condoned? love must be excess and parablepsic when unshared... Can we then love when the giving loves only if return’d ? how do you name this what hides and behinds... be love what it may, whilst love is called... aTue 156 Vi ANDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss J 41 can we then love when the giving loves only if return ‘d ?42 Wf César Delgado-Guembes ‘There is no cheering nor boring in the underground town, counterpoint sure is, and betting isn’t ev’r a miss, in a tavern lives a stunt for a writer and wounded was sure this man, in the scribbling hid his loss of what he dared not unsound. Sweet and moisty a voice call’d him from the wooden land, to upturn his living desirous quite he seem‘d like he was, the veil pull’d across the claim and nak’d came out bare pain, the leaving takes more than you can forgive... Smokin ‘the circled dreamer flew with paper wings, doubled the bet, the counterpoint went dropless dead, figur’d that withdrawing was no way to happy live. Perplex’d as surmis’d he was, took duty in his merciless hand, greas’d the rattling weapon and pains the dullest played he on demand, carried by undecisive mind, grabbed his writing underground, hid, and ran.Tue 156 VerdwDeRUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss ff 43 perplex ‘d as surmis‘d he was, took duty in his merciless hand...44 lf César Delgado-Guembes Not a people’s person he was convinc’d he was, not shy really, said those who knew his misdemeanour as his dust, in his sailings abroad he got this like for dancing, for thousands of nights didn’t forget who the dancer was ... Half a century after, but while the digging last’d, the rolling stopp‘d by the primal groan in the night’s twilight... shocking by the dart’d stare the dancer appear’d again... a hugging blanket covr’d in flames years wide apart ... Right at the burrow, like a yellow jacket in a band, the bard bit the bate, the sting seal’d the circle drawn by the brown eyes in fire, and tender the souls toss‘d glances to the turtles on the pond. What means the finding if it means at all, doubtful otter knows not neither seems does the dove, wings were made for flying and that’s for certain what they should do.‘Tue 156 VeranDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss {] 45 XXVI Dropping willows conceal the grammar truest of the understandings, courts diverse hold primal sentences remote to alien lackings, scars show hemispherical ordeal with the brush strand’d, springs chase words that void sound abandon’d. Why rigid these budding increases the rings unbroken meanwhile no rose deploys the trodden wonders; thus spoke who whisper’d the mind spoken, whose mind though compos’d the omen frozen ? How unweav’d the etchings epitaph the thorny phrases, none dies what remains with striving efforts, let the lasting last as the flow in a sudden blasts. Hence the threading will soundly advice, midnite scores churning shan’t wisely pass, let the flowing flow as it the blow departs ...46 {] César Delgado-Guembes AS XXVII Unique knows the stale blind and miss’d, shedding watermelon drops in the mellow’d dawn, what keeps the heap’d marrow in the fill’d up cup while we deplore the most feared me? O, yes, me; what sort of being is the be of me ? grief indolent that stays where it aims he to be, are my me’s any better than my others me’s ? ivory are the rules that deny the self and mean ... ‘Who knows the unknowable but pretens’d I, not unique at last but several’d and maim’‘d cluster, grapes are a class but incomplete each a singled particle ? Onions suffer the peeling while the skinin’ like reality delves its essence after the gruesome diggin’, question then is if lovin’ is sort of mild and pulish‘d perishin’ ? =I‘Taz 156 VeriNDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's ‘oss f] 47 __ Ben XXVIII Lonesome and long-forsaken around lands barren survives denials deadly to seasons of empty crops, gruesome were the landscapes in the soul’s swaps, ambiguous his spirit rouse in midsts of those he shun. Daily did his riding in the rough mounts of his pick-up truck sternly true, austere was his breakfast as his thrifty thoughts, rollin in the highway found the inkling for a laugh or two why care on those who miss the target as long as you have the clue ? People can be undisputable demanding, be it a stranger or a boss, streets are hard and smiles a scarce find in the urban brimstones of Sheol the labours of the squinting match the contrasts under sunlights and the cross. Why is loving so exclusive in the mirror of worldly living and the hiding both repulsive and a goad to a godly match ? Love’s losses may be rewarding and comforting if you learn how to live ... I48 (] César Delgado-Guembes ARE XxXIX Restless lay the dreaming as the breathing was hard. ‘The ow left the twig on the darkn’d drown... the whizzing sound left the hearing and the wings in solitude left the soul... ‘What seest the unquiet and surroundin’night this moonbeam’‘d rage on the farther shack ? glitches the circles in the sparrow’s heart, ©, prophet bear, sink your claws in the frighten‘d dread ... Lacking the tomorrows at the deadn‘d day, in parallel flies the dove to the earth’s inertial sway, need we the future while seizes the joy our lighten’d way ? Will our riding story be loudly sung, as eerie the neighbours visit our tombs by twos, or will our bones relax in dry secrecy and repose ? =Tue 156 Vé . glitches the circles in the sparrows heart ... on Love's50 ll César Delgado-Guembes Almost humus bleeds while the roads are grey and misty, bleeds the eye and the heart wipes the clotted sight, almost human the eyelid covers my burden’d me, sheep hesitate their woolen clouds of word’d thirst. On the fear’d ridges the callous’d temper shuts wide the eyelids, times these are of hunger, and danger and bloody lust, bleeds the ungiving hand, bleeds the unlisten’r hearing, what remains before we turn to dead cold stone ? Before you know, you are the most unloved of all. Blind, your bleeding eye binds your heart to none, before you know, unheard your pain hurts to others more. Profit cares for profit scorch’d in the grey flocks of the misty march, the forlorn city bleeds in the foul feet that rule, cloaks are the letter that keep the bleedin’ hard and cold.‘The 156 VeranDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss [] 51 RE XXXT Scraps of fireflies dig the swiveling to the mossy sketch, the few nest the greedy-ridden under the concealed torches of theft, time it is the sleuth throws the outsider in the premises undercover’d, time that trumpets call the hunting with their buzzing and darker pitch. Let the heart prove how abolish’d the real can be, how many lies are lived by the simulacra in the screen, indeed times are these of irony in tango’s twist, the heavy laden unbosom’d lost, and also lost their lord. ‘Trying it is the time when the word silence into madness does, the despiteful wrongly look and say there is no ending in the game... All was done without us and all is bare and barren with us undone ! Is living more than looking like with zilch ?, what gospel do media patch, shoot and preach ? it is the voidful sheep that the screen gobbles and filchs ... xf CESS y %52 |] César Delgado-Guembes XXXII ‘The thinker declares the extinction of voracious the jungle and the zoo, harebrain’d statement issued the demise under the grisly sky, for unclear the mind, and for crook’d the heart, the other is but fool, aloof and stuffy the thinker scopes the ruler with the wrong tool ... Cartoon view’d struggles shortens the issue as untrue, lighten‘d the spirit bets thoughtless for the world’s messes, will ever power be not aimed over any brotherhood ? how defenselss ends up the being vulnerable if struck ... Error-proof isn’t thought when careless victim is of ingratitude knowing grants not truth if exceeds the mind’s survey’d bounds how sore it is a thinker fishin to fess up the weakn’d sooth! Thinkers and wolves belong alike co jungles and to zoos an untrue thinker dismisses that the thinking alone rules not the abode for thought helps the ruler ‘tho ruling holds not and does it not do ... =aTess, 156 VERANDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss [] 53 ABE XXXUI When reason and thought aren’t windy enough will pretends the rescue from chance, fate and meritless clue, the downers remain down when the will commands and twines, who said that we achieve according to our planned fortune ? Is there not evidence nor proof of forces that make a clown of you? ignore, rebel, protest, deny, any you wish to claim your cherished you your say comes about in spite of your conviction, esteem and decisive is perchance your temper or your liking because you put your mind in to? ‘The I and the you are ‘bout an illusion of what is there to be, behind your will is there more than the name that shelter receives, and you know not what makes the will to drive, divide and do ... How then can we commit to honour when the driving is not at hand ? Lack and loss map the chart still of hut and hue of the territorial me, me is about the figure narrow that cunning but weak speaks outloud of me ...84 [] César Delgado-Guembes ASR XXXIV Burnt the butterfly by a hurried truck wet silence strikes the moss; in midst of wealth remains abundant the riches and tokens of the loss, for there only where void is, there is chance to draw the be, and minimal the insignificance of me sketches what be may be. Gone where the windows let the curtains the sight cover’d with sandy dust, wide aren't the pupils that remote the oars slowly steer, vainly the rivers flood the marshes in their deadly gear, while rains drown the canvas obscure, driven by lewd word the train won’t rust. Be my touch and my ear in my tongue and my bloody nose forgetting the angels of dawn fiercely behead the navel and the rose incredulous can’t truly love the river cross. So much loss, so small the foreign gesture disposses’d; what lasts what goes, what loves what undoes, burne the louse strikes the loss to love. a“*SSOUL ays SaytaIs asuapis tam yond pazsany v hg Aftazing ays 1udng*** 0 SIUUOG “NFONAWIENFLIA, 961 SHI56 lf César Delgado-Guembes Hic sunt dracones et leones that ghosts forgotten still do keep, is this what the crocking waits at the bay while quiet drill the waves ? seems like the tilted skull freezes out the aimed goal, here is where ending marks what shan’t forward stretch nor prolong ... The fable elusive like a gypsy jolts the holding in distrust, scattered the mother wavelets review symmetrical the curve of truth, gales are these that foamy their large crests subdue the smarty dude, remain ashore as the boats depart for you. Hearken you, while breezes hug your warmer reveries, many a delusion unbeknowst assaults like crook, be certain and beware, you be alert too ... Wings, be true to the ghosts that fancy plenitude and means, be honey but be sting, and snake be, while the call comes to you, lions and dragons wait by the end of the snapping seams ...‘Tue 156 VersoeRUNGEN, Sonnets on Love's loss [] 57 LA ORRED XXXVI Ten toads jumped frowning at dawn in the freezin’ ponds demurtr’d as they were help’d turtles in the tossing, what a coastal wave densely rolls the blowing foam ? seems like time ‘tis to mourn and reconcile the losing, Heaped the rocks with windy tides an early noon slap joyous the episcopal crook with nauseous broom; greets the buffalo the grassy praires under the shiny moon ? seems like time ‘tis to unpack and leave empty the glossy room. Clay to clay calls in the graveyard, teens beckon‘d the exchange in solitude, seems like time ‘tis to greet what it wills to come. At dusk toads are frozen and turtles came close before, on old age the greeting turns like hope’s loss, seems like time ‘tis to bid farewell to what it may will to go .58 [] César Delgado-Guembes AS XXXVIT Bitter be what bitter the endin’ approaches, dyin’ain’t but foresightin’ an endless lettin’ of the goin’, sounds like lettin’go says less than what is meant by endin’ tho’ the foresightin’ drawls heavier the side bitter of the vowelin’ ... Bitter howev’r pertains not to issues meant not to over ever bein’ can’t over be the lovin‘when was yours never whom as a loss is deem’d is truly anyone maybe of anyone in the world of the freely livin’? certain may we be that dyin’ comes not along with lovin’ ... Livin ‘ends sorely indeed for those who foresight the dyin’ hardly does not for whoev’r lives sheer life in the livin’ life grace is, right not, and miracle it is seized, and not grasp‘d along, but given. Whisper to me in the lonesome room of our drawlin’ covers, will we be ever done with our thousand forms of lovin’ in spite of the taste bittersome that will call our dyin’ ?59 Sonnets on Love's | S whisper to me in the lonesome room of our drawlin ’ covers.60 César Delgado-Guembes XXXVIIT Love’s loss is the loss’ that slaughters the days of livin’, the loosin’ shoots and beheads the goblin’s carin’ , the loosin’ is the fallin’ that reach close the cliff’s groundin’, once the reachin’ is achiev’d the heavier becomes the drawlin’. Indolent the pale darin’ voices unexpect’d detachment and rejection; snatch‘d the loosin’ missunderstands the lovin’ as the lovin’ come not along with retainin’ as it does with givin’, love’s losses are misspelled wounds that underserve the affection ... Pain disperses with the splittin’ but fuels too renew’d affiance to reach lovin’ lovers reliant can’t stop the dynamic of the love and livin’ tho’ we all are born to die, the dyin’ is denial to the liv’d lovin’. Be nude, be twig, take heed, bet atomic for your love while livin’ freest’ thee from middlin’ and sink stern your love in the rock of seein’ nail the nothin’ to the lastin’ instant while you are bein’ !‘Tia 156 VerdnDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss [] 61 _ ASE. XXXIX O, square persistent that dwindles unforgiven, reliant are the spruce and undisturbed the oak when it comes to rootin’, will you abide the wrong to alleviate the blam’d correction as idlin’the drone dies jail’d to full attention ? Is lost an unbelong’d loss that ev’r grant’d the yearn’d lastin’ ? why carin’ then on the loss when love meant unbitter the side of givin’ ? losses shriek higher the error seems, than the accuracy of the lovin’, melt the frozen steel, be flesh, and let loose the rope of winnin’. What are worth deadn’d the eyes when awry the sight is livin’ ? kill’d be starch’d purpose and long live brave the life’s of fate ‘n senses ... pierc’d the walls overflows the unescapable marrow of stingin’ ... Intangible the basilica homes the scarr’d magic of the worn out bassoon, listen the lamented lieder of the lamb temper’d looser ..., time is come to cheer, clasp up at once and puff the smoke of the lovin’ darin’! a62 [] César Delgado-Guernbes How so unreachable be thou, bliss and happy respite, we are never who we wish‘d in haste we were, nor be ... tanglin’ the freezing moments in the snowy praries, taintin’ the raged book where the letter bites the eye. ‘The strings are tender’d for the tango and the plastic hangin’ the two thread our heads with dragin’ tilt’d on the noisy table, at times we hurry to text and touch words much warmer than our tombs, makes sense to volunteer the huggin’ as it did to kiss the lick‘d spoon ... Possibly the meek shall inherit the euphoria of uncloudy skies when wine is serv’d and the toastin’ is sweet with two, but the meek in anger shudder when the longin’ can hold no more ... Layin’across the aisles of the continent a trodden raven rasps his call, the sparsely yearning doubles the affliction of the tango and the regret ... do we realise what is kept behind the respitin’, do we, really ? =‘Tue 156 VerdvoeRuNceN, Sonnets on Love's loss [] 63 When the lame is wounded by the thorny rock on the cloudy heel, when the lung gasps the loud boastin’s of abundance, and when eggs and corn are missing in the bowl of hunger, who shall feed the lonesome touch when there is not a hand to hold ? Hoarse the entrails reverse closer the sweeten’d side of kissin’ as if lovin’ be just a tiny bit less than the bare waitin’and the missin’, the enounced conceals under the text the hidden voice of the enouncer if so then, is he who enounced who stows the roots of the raw enouncing ? Criptical be the pains and the lower’d weaping beyond the lyrics, the poem lost the pen that wove the threads of the maim, laden and trodden. Possess’d the writing does itself with none the writer ... The word draws distrustful the echoed sound of deeper voices. Root is there where silence grounds the meaning of whole the silences. ‘Writin ‘does the meddlin’ to surmount void the meant words in most the silence.64 |] César Delgado-Guembes XLIT Mule and cougar got a lil’ dubbie as they hik’d by dead river’s trees, as the shiny clay burnt their walkin’ und’r the bolin’ sun sore bare the heating devour’d their hooves and claws, and the kick unfurl’d the dusky figures into the lightn’d sight. ‘Their raucuous chatter gear’d on lovin’ and keepin’ the lovin’done to name the lovin’ may mean less that not doin’so, as wordin’ holds not the wholesome and lovin’ truth, it’s the holdin’ and the starin’ and the keepin’company where love is true. Hushin ‘does the carin’ that the talkin’ masquerades, while mule and cougar struggle to exchange their viewin’ it was their common feeling that in silence spoke their minds in cuddlin’. Cherries are the cake’s avowal, and silence does the lovin’ in itself, hears better who reads the smokes in the kickin’ than words that mean not, lovin’ invents itself in the holdin’, not under losses in the sayin’and the talkin’. =a‘Tue 156 VerinDERUNGEN, Sonness on Love's loss f] 65 AE XLII Lips pen up the wrinkl’d meanings under the kiss of untexted words. Voids are briefly folded as the tongue wraps up its wound. ‘Whar are words but soothin’ twill to the scorch’d skin under the sun ? Unutter’d good nights may be like dying wishes to matin’ mouths. ‘The limbic and funambulistic me praises reliev’d the thrills hidden ... This feeble and vulnerable me fears the nothin ‘of becoming. Facing the emptied void of dying keeps me wording in my fleein’ How so do I become in life when there is no life in the becoming ? ‘There is then no losses when living is made up of hidden meanings. Tight is the rope that holds the senseless walking while prevails the thrilling. Meanwhile the walking me bets for the unreachable ending in the living. Who holds the groundless bottom in the voided nothing of becoming ? ‘The center indeed holds not when there is no believing. Where went the truth that hidden lips fold under the worded wrinkles ?66 [] César Delgado-Guembes OB XLIV Brassy the dark hair’d and rosie lip’d hare blew the torch’d cigar, how so brassy a hare does the blowin’ with broken ‘tho rosie lips ? it’s the bronzy tonguing that does the sparkin’ of the jaund it’s the pinky torchin’ that does the licking with the broken lips... But the brownie foxy does the cunning and pens up the chicken by the club, how achieves the earnings the pimpy foxy from the chicks ? it’s the skills in the experience’d hunter thar feed the cunning in the woods it’s the bullying and the submissive meekness that do the trick ... Rosie chicken and fleshy lippin are kinda’ bate that hook up the blunt, how were cigars hefty and sly the foxes threaded in the account ? it’s the attavic hunting and primal forces that read the sound ... Words lick the voided spaces that hung the ropes. So hare does the licking and foxes spark the lighting by the dopes, will the tonguing and cunning save the penn’d up meaning this cloudy dawn ?‘Ture 156 VerAnpeRuncEn. Sonnets on Love's loss [] 67 XLV Bodies disposses’d by faceless bodies, but bodies that lay with someone else’s bodies, at mid sun or under darkn’d moons bodies are in a market scarce, a means are bodyless bodies for love’s success ... Puppets like silent minds obey plastic and follow questionless voices, lost is the sense splinter’d, drown’d in detail’d fakin’ and broiderin’, the gamin’ lost the toys that now replace the lifeloss livin’, and the fingers knit unseen the fork’d out tongues. These aren’t no longer times for the innocent will’d, but dimm’d and pitied these are to slouch’d and looter’d soul, times these are for owl, bat and scared off swine. Stories of sorrow are kept away to the saddn‘d soul, bodiless bodies at last that shameloss lay lost with faceless souls, chattering boxes that someone else’s will put up in their emptied tongues. a68 [] Céar Delgado-Guembes tS XLVI Iam the spoken and walk’d, by the ownerless voices, I sound from echoes woven from unknown, Tam the spoken that bespeaks and crowns the unsilentless noises, beyond me there is no willing nor any minding of the tongues ... Tam the bone of mindlessness and forgetfulness, the excuse I seem and may be of casualties unlikely, when the uttering takes place my I is dress’d by portray’d screen, so ] am an alien invention and have lost my seem’d skin ... ‘Whose is the handed pen that writes my parched scarcity this painful and somber night of wounded lackings while clumsily love finds lonesome losses ? Unspark’d fires lead the nerves inside the tunnels of windy quietness, restless all my I’s and my me’s realise my alien’d shadows, how the lasting enables the fiction of my dissonant and fibrous being ? =‘Tite 156 VerAnDeRUNGeN. Sonnets on Love’s loss ff 69 whose is the handed pen that writes my parched scarcity... 270 | César Delgado-Guembes XLVII Where do leadworts get their blue taint’d petals and grace ? buzzin’ inept the wings sting sunken in the unreachable course, the smackin’ lips observe rigorous discipline for the timely comin’ of words, greedy the rains iterate darkn’d their lusty and plumbeous the chime ... Vitriolic disdains unscathed backbone the beehive, sunk the lips smack’d the wings to the far away course, flies the herons by the leaden’d petals arrive and dine late with two drones, is timely the unreachable when grace remains to losses its love ? Discharging the drive at dusk rolls to infinite targets, words tie powerless to meanings settled in longtimed regrets who manages the uncertain courses of buzzin’ the wings ? Make up in the toads darkn‘d eyelids sign the cross in the screen, silent the nights bless holy marys and dress up the widen’d wombs pray that the monopoly and disciplin’d boots crash down the lonely roots ... !‘Tite 156 Verinpeauncen, Sonnets on Love's loss [] 71 se XLVI Matters perchance the kisser more than the kissed’s joy in the kiss receiv’d ? be one not two, care for the driven’d achievement not for the who, springs flow from the source at the being’s fountainhead, back and forth the lovin’ loosses the namin’ in the name of the word ... Let’s get it straight, like tripled ’n crook’d a bourbon shot, move sideways the big ass‘d spider by the bilious dimm’d curve, under the attic rolls twist’d the snake of meager the hissin’, chubby and slacky rounds up the bowl in a shot... Beautifully better be to invent quiet and silent our lovin’ than ungrant’d the repetitious pronouncing of dear I love you too, greeted the dancin’ of livin’ needn‘t we more than trustin’ the nebulous who ... Round up the two ridged mountains in a bale ring’d barrel the monks bury a mouthful of crispy and worn out crotches and walk out drunken and boastful thru kisses of the bear nested crews ... =72 [| César Delgado-Guembes XLIX Are we depended by gregarious the heavily cling’d forces, and are we burden‘d by anarchic and meritless peacocks, as the wombed grown belly holds the pumping between the padlocked thighs, or are we riddled unknowing how our lives still are granted by the carin’ ? ‘The me cares more on the appeasin’denouement than on the appeaser. Beneath the tight rope flushes turgid the wet and tight bells of the parrish. Priests elude the pissin’ of the elder sicken‘d. Children are wont to look aside with their demential folk. Enough be “yonder the easy livin’ the unaffect’d limpin’, would octopuses care better than the handless kindred ? Miser’d we are becom’d with no grant’d lastin’ ! But undetermin’d such a lastin’, dying is seek’d to avoid the faulty heart, for the lendin’ of services reprievin’ of one’s concern must enact the lovin’. How future dying is then liv’d and forethought, instead of the present livin’ ! =‘Tue 156 VerAwpERUNGEN, Sonnets on Love's loss [| 73 _ OE Come along, crank the motor and shut the talkin’, let live and forget the wordin’ in the blues and in the jolly partyin’, let’s be stormy, get heavy and turnt and drink till slicy, in a word, get drowsy, red wing’d and shake your booty ... ‘There’s no loosin’nor sackin’ or stonin’ in the twerkin’ it’s spring, not fall, but wouldn’t mind a lil’ fallin’ our dying won’t keep us from desirous burnin’ our fires, be dove, take a toss, and oil wide your softy croups. On the mountain, riddler’s shadow conceals the buried mysteries, cloister’d knob and cherry dub the tiltin’and the icerock’d shriekin’, bottomless our absence is pitied in midst of eventide mournings ... Joys weren't mine seedlings, I am a sorrow’d and wailin’source... quite fang’d maws devour the peace in resign’d notbeing, so, come along, forget the wordin’, and shake your booty ... aESY74 (] César Delgado-Guembes AS Il Distracted the colourful spider ascertain’ the unfoldin’, befuddl‘d tore up the boned knittin’, and undid the cloak of the wordin’ at the despis’d verge of the skull. Are we the contractur’d enemy of our ambivalent beings aiming the reachin’ of elemental and untinted the colours as if pretensed may attain the unsutur’d whole by sole the reliant will of the self? Neuronal nipples obedient get licked by surgeons in turn, how cold are the scalpel of the puzzled the tongue ! who thought as the thinker fumbled the tits at the whole ? Purge and unclutter the dam that secludes the web’d gap none but the uncolour’d spider unfolds the ambivalent skull undoing the wording gives place to silent the game ...‘Trae 156 VERANDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss [] 75 OI Lil Bottomless survival dwells at hand’s reach as long as I remain none but someone else’s self. Never be the other tiny ant that masks like a fox, there is such other that loves as faked the being. My scent is my trace in the quarreled absence. My overcoat is stern the gaze granted in the studied score. Dragonflies whisper bitter vain repentance and solitudes. I consist in the he who doubts and regrets. Survives then this self who isn’t the fox nor its grave ? Remains this me agonic like the numbered dice. Blind my lasting denies epiphanies with dormant the snakes. ‘This chest suffers for the life thar won’t live. Worse can’t be the loss when it isn’t foreseen. Live, be lived and let live on your turn ! i ae76 [] César Delgado-Guembes LUI Perhaps worms tickle the navel where the new man may be born, it is the lasting that some dark angel keeps on the sleeve, the unknowing in me fears ominous the halit of last breath counted be the instants that succeed through the storm. My dead eyes deprive the gaze receiv’d by the hallow’d ship. The kingdom of oblivion gets closer as the rower brings the shores at hand. ‘Will my kindred offspring shed weaping tears at departed my stones ? Why caring for lasting when none can’t assure our presence in minds ? This is the true loss behind eternal pretenses while livin’, loss that the pupils dim as oars rest in casket and underground; insane the tongue echoes unstoppable wounds ... Sore my knees knelt lame to the sanctuaries and prayed to the holy host. Eaten holy the wafer lonesome afterlife the soul celebrates the praising. Be still the quiteless being while life’s love is alive ... =Tie 156 Vex NDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss § 77 this is the true loss behind eternal pretenses while livin’...78 Wl César Delgado-Guembes LIV Short nights rumble the long-winded ramblings, wrinkl’d the creakin’sheets grind the sleepless mind with deepn’‘d gallings, so coarse the annoying unfastens the loose hem, sorrowed the heel raises the wording in shivering stitches. Gentle the glassy wavelets give way to spindrifts of sandy and rollin’ foam, uneasen‘d the mind streak’d a sudden rapture of trembling insane, lost the sight flashes of circular stars lightened the blacken‘d eyes the sinister vision transform’d in the presence abrupt of headlong delusions. An overall surroundin’ voice rose impetuously and decried a violent summons, assur’d and reliant address‘d to souls that shut off the love tremulous and jaunty and gravely decried to edges sharpn’d of reason’d and poisonous objections. Bleach’d the sepulcher awestruck, lost the lil’ and all the reliance remainin’ drench’d the throat and speechless the mute shrouded any bemoanin’, lost the harness and fearful, silence whip’d, tore asunder the elapsin’Ths 156 VERANDERUNGEN, Sonnets on Love's loss [] 79 _ ASE Iv Debas’d an unreliantly gloomy, the spaces undrinkable went unspared, the countenance pallid show’d contriv’d departure and demise, when the enhanced disappointment intolerable grows the anguish’d despair attentive and responsive tightens the belt of uncordial the treat. Should rampage arise if the doubting harasses unsure the driven demand ? how can harass frantic the unbridled query on the morals of lovin’ ! what a nightmare may havoc unclear and blamesome the mess ? Be it unknown, for certain, lovin’can’t be subject to no morals nor blame ... So it seems, went the languid, but heedless, the surgeries of debate. Nor any alien, anonymical nor rowdy the voices, the soul keeps unpeaced. Shutting the doors of conscience appear not to soul the riddle either. Tarnish’d by taint’d ‘tho slant’d the blanket standards isn’t becoming to none. Nothing is there of losing when the blanket of words has much meaning at all. ‘The meaning not the words however is much worse than the blanket of most. =80 [] César Delgado-Guembes IVI From afar comes this toxic pathos of longin’ to love beyond rules, to unravel the forces that tie on the conventions of right or despiseful, the gruesome dividing that keeps one from lovin’ who’s willing to love you, loathful cruelty that takes as nasty the cranial portrayal of bust, rump or groin. Unrevered mine urge to seek beyond and underscore my longin’, should jolly share ethereal delusions and cardinal’s orgies, like a wild boar and rhinoceros, a revers’d geometry might flourish, would relish and seize to the lusty riches beyond boxed hedges. ‘The rarest and atavic this longin’ is a layout from the bushes not from the marbles sparklin’ in courts and the palace of the richest, it comes from the wilderness of spongy intimacy of dim candlelights. Grandmothers rul’d with the bleak symbols to bounce their power in town, now this toxic treat that I keep under the harsh grotto of my own is safely kept in the hunch’d cave of my innermost self ... =Tue 156 Veranperuncen, Sonnets on Love's toss {] 81 LVI Time elapsing, lethal meekness due is to leave the under the saddle back seat, the learnin’ occurs when the learner acts timely its duly chore, so milkweed shines its horny beauty to feed the sheddin’ chrysalis; the hiding purpose ought to colour the egg hatch’d in the hump. In the deserts of Gobi an army of butterflies come out as skillful snipers, with the new comin’ the shootin’ and bloody warfare is to take place, the countries live the simulacra of monopolic bubbles in the space, as undecipher’d monarchs hatch their million squadron eggs for strikers. Grandma’ Victoria shallow’d statutes remains the lack of a gaseous fanfare, the deacons spread the old doctrine, while the new man is ready to fire and alert, in spite of universal the habits, enough that won’t be the drive to foredo ! Pharaonic the villain’s superstitions olympic the arrow shall shear’em off in two, warp driven the cosmopolis will found the propellin’ anew, paralell’d dimensions at stake of time barrier will the new vision come true ... ES82 |] César Delgado-Guembes __ AS LVIII Famelic the honky tonk flute plays a tune in key’d flat minor C, loner and grouchy the moon provides the shadow to keep nights a bride, on the road they do a cosmic spleen ‘tween coyotes and foxes; right when the howlin’ breaks the silence a full moon becomes to its shiniest ... Crimson hibiscus, red anthurium, and pink alstroemeria sign the nest’d cave, the long road follow’d by the pilgrim to high and rocky shrine paid the tribute, under heavens will occur at once what wed the gods high above, androgynous joining is a hybrid pretense and an uncommon mix. What makes a woman to want a woman more than a man, alike what may make a man to assume a woman's role to his like ? Need marks the sign of intense a lack of some kind. ‘What is lost one has the urge to find be it in the open or hide, the like seek the like when the lack shares alike lack, hence all are full in the lack of the male or in the female the like. =Tre 156 VerANDERUNGEN. Sonners on Love's loss ff 83 on the road they do a cosmic spleen ‘tween coyotes and foxes...84 | César Delgado-Guembes LIx Daydreamin’ and fearin’ are two powerful beams, tricks the mind has that set the heart in a string of its own, sittin’ by an oak old timber, while daydreamin’ took one day a man asleep, while taken came to by the goose bump’ skin this words to startlin’ ears ... In sulphur be roast’d deeds and also those who failin’ did, the spirit unseen watches behind and beneath the soul’s worded aims, the steep’d down swamps of unnamable thoughts cause enough for certain they are to leak in the chasm right to the liquidiest fire. ‘The echo of such message scar’d and shook quakin’ the drowsy grown man, wonder’d ‘bout the inner voices spoken right by the old oak tree as dreamt his lonesome and worn out bones by the generous shade. Younger dancin’took him abroad to the cold plains of wheat, corn and snow, then went back to the warmer forests and hills in the north, how could he wander the daydreamin’ while in the barren desert he is now ?THE 156 VerdvDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss [] 85 ARE LX Stumbled the chalice and swivel’d downwards the threshold a soaring ‘n fearsome awe shut the heart and bulg’d wide the sight, the homely language ‘n countenance dry dead the ashes blurr, and the pain crowds massively the souls odd in abysmal the plight. Clay got clean’d with anguish’d care by angelical hands, warm ’n dwindl’d the speechless throat tried a heavenly smile, down by the sink the chastely water turn’d the feet undefil’d; then the pilgrim took a flute and tried a melancholical tune adamant. Ey’ry now and then feelings took awry looks into the near past, talks denied with dim sounds silent the sorrows aghast, whisperin’ raccoon, owl and frog march’d with robes under candlelights. Eclips’d the light, took the pray the great spirit into its heavenly hands, the long seekin’ may by chance evolve in accord for unearthly the pair, the tale tho’ needs a pitch key’d two octaves higher at large ...86 [] César Delgado-Guembes Bodies still can’t be in two towns at once, ‘tho their minds is uncertain. At the seedy ‘n run down ramshackle where the codger performs asnail stay’d dry for half'a century or more; the jaundicy lil’ picture stood by the frame of the door ... Lost seem’d all chances to bring the picture to life, but losses don’t count to minds with settings key’d of their own kind, the snail grew roots gently to harvest robust with the gore in his heart, ‘till it came a night under the moon lit in the pond by a dry marsh ... ‘The fiddlin’ takes place to the chosen by fate, waitin’ is edgy ‘n resembles at times the script pitch’d of a film noir what bet be damn’d when the better for love takes the dagger ’n chance ? ‘Who wary has learnt to be takes issues leery in the risk, tho’ minds to bonds diverse may faithful and kind be bodies in one town remain with one valentine just at the time ... =‘Tue 156 VeranDeRucen. Sonnets on Love's loss [] 87 2 A a _ ARE, LXI Fatidically, /e jour d‘apré the quarrel, ants clear’d the sobb’d wrinklin’ grasp’d the intestines’ brain and the comb’s smokin’ stench; hordes of them had an outstanding chore in their lil’ feet, the unrelentin’ departed like a wanderin’ delusion ... In the parallel scope the fak’d dead accepted their haunted simulacra the scutchin’ gave way to siev’d dimensions of love, the underground’ yearn got access to the triangular attic of dates, when the full is nothin’ unless the whole is at hand you take the side ... Love’s shape bein’enhanc’d in spite of the groanin’ the passin’ is through, how hard is fate on the granite columns of unreview‘d beliefs, cobalt chisels are unable to wedge in nor find in a chink the slightest scratch ... Ten thousand horizons kept on line ten thousand shapes and chances of love, nearer to the glimps’d reversin’ of hegemonical truths, advanc’d the impure. ‘This is a new place in mind where understanding relieves the sniflin at last ...88 [] César Delgado-Guembes OSE LXIII Helium by need is lighter than gold, but more useful may by its weight become; love can’t be touch’d or seen as lead, diamond or limestone, when lost it seem‘d the ember in seed the reinventing avows, light like helium it transcends vows, ages, territories and bounds. Like galaxies expand pairs in dialogue of universal extent, no knowledge be enough in the mythical and erotical coups, extravagant meteorites can’t damage gravity’s sidereal treats, nothing keeps vertigo plural of multiple pairs. The god to be pray’d condemns when the divine is denied, the god we made against ourselves wedges estereotypes in blames and codes what is beyond must beyond and above belong ... Save then in the bosom what divine fate expects the care to remain, . there it won’t suffer loss altho’ pain may be occur some, earthly the shed is imperfect, yet to upper the dwell must be bound. =a89 THE 156 VeRaNDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss ... no knowledge be enough in the mythical and erotical coups ..90 César Delgado-Guembes LXIV What remains, the obssesd’ insists, that shan’t and can’t possesd “be ? What, when the flowin’ to flow is due and must ? When, if the loved isn’t ever to feel trapp’d nor caught ? What if bonds aren’t chains but a mere wind’s blow and drive’s unknown ? Preservin’ minimals seems sounder a rule to abide the flowin’ should rule too, lest the stagnant abiding stenches the bond, the clearer the pond the livelier the rule, but the huskier the gale the worse be the abode in the flood. Greyish inevitable may seem to be, though, the name, not white, of the game. Leaden’d or ashy neither would seem untrue, not black. Can‘t we play without catchin’ a wound we can’t take ? The trick is stayin’ clean and unharmed ‘tween the bounds of the bonds. Not so loose that the bond does a loss and life no longer it grants, nor as tight that anyone concern’d drowns in tears, anger or pains.‘Tae 156 VeRANDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss {] 91 ‘The twenty first marks signs that the restraining lifts up, marks that entitle a distinct attire in the course life may drive; this twenty first claims equity in flair, none that be retrograde, but the token covers mystic a past charge to cares nonetheless ‘The swan’s squeal is a beginning to tulip’s chants, this twenty first the moanings sandy and the weary got lost und’r rocks the century’s coming down in its conical cast, and we in the middle unwind deeper or shapeless the last. Tis the time we lease the thinner and unseal‘d the abode. “Tis the time foggy and misty whilst the decipherin’ is done. ‘Tis the time our trials dwell ‘tween air’d bubbles of horned the toad. Right at the brim of the shore the century’s cliff carries a dim lamp at the ends of the bottomless ocean a dolphin left an angel thar fell, this twenty first rolls the clay winding like hinge wing’d in lumps. =I92 |] César Delgado-Guembes __ ASB LXVI Six were in Exodus so fearful the pains and the quakes, and six times a man declar’d he was immediate god’s offspring; on the sixth day gave birth rib and clay a weakn’d being, thrice the weak makes a loathsome and hazardous beast. ‘This is but the mystic ’n privileg’d number in the steer’d realm, angels favour circled encounters, purpose of aim, and balanc’d red heed; black bulls and colorful knights do the alchemical battle at the ending of times, and sixty six were the worship’d ones who surviv’d the darkn’d plague. Unclean the spoiler dabbles to darin’ the repentless slanderer; Beethoven counted divers’d one more than Bach’s varied the changes, devilish’s variations are thirty and three; double is sixty and six. Pubic positions aren’t that strange as well as hermetical are sixty nines. What are satan’s regrets to disobedience charges on unlove’d accounts ? Quaint, is it coincidentially fateful that today I am too sixty six ? EETixe 156 VeraNDERUNGEN. Sonnets on Love's loss [] 93 _ ASE LXVII Dwellin’ the feet do the hikin’ without why whatsoe’r, trust is the key to the maim, the blind, the mute, the lame and the deaf. so the caterpillar in the unreason’d draggin’ fate fills out what is meant to become. Step after step the words tie the being tight to the branch’d pupa in the twig, the sentence might be right and full, or it may unclear be and incomplete, the key is the wordin’ that is brought from else and unnamable where, love is the master and decrees life’s permanent and tangible mien. In the tossin’ the hazards open‘d windwards the gauge, unminded, toss’d the dices flower and butterfly blend with single a head, whate’r the fortune welcom’d shal! be if will add meanin’to truth ... Frownin’ the reason’d order claims the world a toy cannot be, such claims become howev’r a grin to fate’s gypsy and confident rule, world changes and becomes in spite of any sort of pretended control. =94 §] César Delgado-Guembes ASI LVI Crawl’d the seagulls awoke dawn before crispy the waves in the fallin’ of May, the treeless and barren scape at the deserted beach dry rot the round pebbles, such a cold autumm wrings the broken soul with thoughts darkn’d and dim, what secrets are worn in the hilly sands by the beach ? Away, the hurricane’s vigilant eye at the core of the ocean the shell sucks coarse, wooden’d thunderin’ the minted hills wave a wink to the blackn’d sky, what's the place proper and time for drench’d veins und’r the stars ? under the jasmines a meek raccoon weeps on the count of geometry’s love ... Wide opulent grottoes seclude firm the mystery in fleshy the bosoms shrine under lavender’s scents gyres sink back to the gallows’s bottom clue, ruin’d sheds keep guarded by wingless angels in yielded wilderness. Ah, vache! so far away yet so close the bodyless horn, calls che parade trumpet steadfast ointment in holy worded the tune, ready the loved for the lovers that the wounds may not be heal’d if untrue ! =I‘Tue 156 VerdDERUNGEN, Sonnets on Love's loss [] 95 AEE LXIX Et ansi de suite from the fig tree hung once the unvirtuous and fallen, what lasts the book spangles in pages drizzl’d with incandescent spears, sworn the word the wanderin’ unfetrer’d links crude heels and toes, hook then the mind to the groin’d drive in bony the fist’d hammer ... So what precarious must live slippery and undefined survive shall, nothing holds under centrifugal driven the impulses and such insensible fission deforms the loss of mass with sped up distance, what catastrophes’ fear keep us from increas’d segregation and disaster ? ‘The loosin’ can’t ever be in magnitudes shallow nor low, most intense it is the loss in the archtype of the modeled kingdoms, so, the shrubbier the moor, the cloudier the heath in the minds. Where does the wanting interfere with starr’d skies and the Jongin’, jouncing the washboard path through fork’d signals of wrong sockets, for the eyes bulgin’ to come to terms with the lackin’and shortage ? =