The Poetry and I

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"We born to live or to die? How can we forgive the offences? Is life not more than an epistle of deception? If we are good or bad, Who gives a round of applause? Are we crazy or sane? Believe in God but... Is there a paradise for the righteous? Who actually can assure it? We have an existence but... is there a hell for the wicked? Rich or poor only are a bad play in a destination error."

Seun Morire Philips.

Karen Dalyea as well as a great poet is sculpture, painter, a studious tireless music, anthropologist, psychologist and a survivor of torture, abuse and the ill-treatment of children. Despite that atrocious past the artist very against all odds is still a very good person, something that is very clear in his last printed work, "The Songbook of the Charming of Worms", a convinced lesbian that since their first years of life was tortured, meeting and stigmatized in the front so that he is ashamed of it.

Your life and mine but in different places have passed along parallel paths, neglected, abused and always living in fear, but at the same time, always fight tooth and nail for our dreams, to not be left behind and all of our rights, it has Karen in relation to those terrible years that he spent his childhood:

“Being just a baby took me to an included because my mother was again pregnant and suffered from instincts suicidal, my father was called Tom Katting, apart from your name I do not know much more than he, and my maternal grandmother had many other occupations to also care for a sad and strange girl. My childhood was spent as the most terrible nightmare that someone can suffer through nights of delirious fever, I was meeting, humiliated and sexually forced by adolescents and adults, they tried to start the soul-based diabolical therapies and electro-shock, I tried to make believe that my life was crap and that the best thing that could happen to me was to explode as it exploits a limpet attached to the shoe of a child from Gaza."

The Abysses of Karen. Introduction to the Torment.

With such biographies should have a good human background to not finish turned into a beast, a psychopathic personality and resentful, Karen Dalyea while it has no houses the slightest resentment in his heart, makes it to bear witness and so made such terrible will not occur ever at the time.

Karen Dalyea from Eugene speaks in his compositions of the universe we inhabit, love without barriers and without measures, the ephemeral nature of life, the relativity of time, respect for nature, love for animals, lovers, unknown worlds, by kindly angels, bloodthirsty demons, sweet Nectars and hint flavor and dry blood.

Karen Dalyea is that figure to all aspiring poet must know, she is growing with each of his new compositions and we grow with it. I invite you all to visit your page on FB, Karen Verse and so you can know his life, his work and that special way that has her see things.

* Time *

After time
i told
you
i didn't
want you
you
o demons
with
the long tales
stories
lost
against
the
oh so very
black

wings of
night
twitching
like a
cat's
tail
in a pose
of anger
like
a hot
summer's
wind
against
a deserted
sky
storms
come
and leave
like needles
of a
cactus god
stinging
the ground
of my
naked soul
it is true
no life
comes
from this
deserts
like a dry
sea
is dead
and so
my soul
from
thirst
of light
night reams
like
sheets of
black
cotton
thick
with the voices
of

yesterday's
dreaming
i vow
to see
the dawn
again
and skyward
lies
the keys
of heaven
lost
forever
in
the blank
and deliberate
kiss
whose lips
unclock
the locked
virtue
of its
longing

time
will not
reveal
its nature
and i
without
a timepiece
do stand
in voidless
waste
some nightmare
took away
here
in desolate
confusion
i let
a demon
rest
between
my mind
and my heart
he now
sleeps
perfected
sleep
is what
i long for
death
alone
seems to
carry
that weight
i am lost
in a burden
to let go
of the cost
of carrying
one demon
after
another
to the very
edge
of my life
or take them
one by
one
to the corners
of my soul
where

they might
play
night
after
victorious
night
a song
they wrote
with my words
plagiarized
unto
the very
vacuum
of my
existence.

Karen Dalyea/1:06 am 11 june 2015.

The life of Karen and mine have run by two rivers of sewage, distanced on the map but always Parallels, but while she still suffers nightmares for all this horror lived in those days I it have overcome everything and do not cease to see this terrifying landscape of yesterday... how ugly things that so often life offers.

The time goes so fast it is not worth stopping to think about offenses that caused us, what is important are those wounds that we never did anyone, those are the nightmares that we must suffer, presided over by the suffering caused deliberately to people who never made us an evil, what they did to us must never be nor take away sleep and direct our lives to the negativity.

Karen Dalyea came into my life by chance, today apart from professing us a mutual admiration are United by a great friendship, but is not on the basis of this friendship by what say without blushing that the author of Oregon is one of the greatest poets that has given America and is at that point that must be addressed always his life and his work Karen Dalyea has lived constantly looking for the truth, linked to a commitment and dedicated fully to the verb love.

* La Poesía y Yo *

Tú y yo
andamos
descalzos
corrimos
desnudos
buscando
una deidad.

Tú y yo
sufrimos
amamos
odiamos
soñamos
tocando
una verdad.

Siempre
al filo
de la
navaja
pendiendo
del hilo
de un gusano
cayendo
con el alba
y cada
despertar.

Tú y yo
morimos
vivimos
saltamos
buscamos
el silencio
y la oscuridad.

Tú y yo
soñamos
tocamos
callamos
gritamos
denunciando
la iniquidad.

Siempre
al brillo
de la
mañana
pendiendo
del hilo
de un gusano
maldiciendo
la palabra
dada
al despertar.
 

Lucas Lazar. Contando Historias.

"We have lived thousands of lives, are not of this universe, a universe are six eternities further. I am beyond joy, I exist beyond the pain, I exist for eternity. Eternity is not time, not space it is, only eternity is an illusion of future"

Is That I Am. Hiroumi Sunagawa.

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