Harald Layaman's Poems

Shadow Of My Heart

2011-06-07T10:40:00.001-03:00

Although you know it all,

And you may see through my holes,

And though you heard my own words,

Those saying my worst flaws,

my weakness and my faults,

Oh, my friend, my love, you don't,

for sure you do not know,

nor a bit I whithhold.

Only a reason explains the whole:

I don't actually know.

My dark side? Indeed, I ignore.

Simply, you won't know

What I prefer not to show.

The best and the worst,

Can't see it, in fact, on my own,

So remeber, I am not,

More than the shadow of my heart.

Sluts

2010-08-22T23:19:00.000-03:00

I remember the smell

I remember it all

I remember was blue, and dark,

and hard

I remember what she said, her stupid tragic

talk...

I remember it well...

I do remember the stains on

my soul

I remember it was a cheaper service, oh...

But those days, are gone...

I will never forget...oh, that afternoon...I got out the place, quickly...the revulsion took me to a McDonald's restroom...ahhhhh

Water...

I got back, once again, twice. I hate myseflf.

Fuck II

2010-07-09T14:33:00.002-03:00

I could write a library 'bout you

...what we have never been

Did you know I loved you?

Did you at least realized I liked you? Sure you did...

Sure, I'm pretty sure.

I would never know, even if I ask you

Now It's too late for us

Later, maybe.

Yeah, maybe. Future.

Suicide, succes, delay, death,

decadence, you...Oh, yeah, you

Fuck again.

Fuck I

2010-07-09T14:32:00.001-03:00

Today,

I remembered you, laughing

like the air

Crying

You were there, behind

a memory of mine

My own property

I loved you, I knew it

But now,

Why is there now instead of us?

Can't keep on waiting....

You will have never read this note.

Fuck

Silent Smoke

2010-02-26T21:52:00.002-03:00

In the dark province of your winding thigh,

I've been roving all night long,

Crawling through the sticky thorns of the cursed and lovely tongs

which had covered all your corpse

I've been smoking with some spirits

and cheating on a monk, He said

"Thou are free, but not alone"

Then he spoke to me, told me a secret

I should have never known

Shall I ever tell this secret I'd

have never heard at all?

I kept smoking with the spirits

from the evening to the break

of dawn,

that's exactly what I've done

Yes! It Was the monk the one

who was sitting on the heads

of beheaded dolls!

I REMEMBER! YES THEY SANG A LOVELY SONG! Oh, No...

It was not! They recited a love letter I had wrote ten days before! I DO REMEMBER, I FORGOT!

"No, no, no, you are not nice (anymore),

but you are here, and I...I won't remember

anything, so

turn on the light...

Where are your parents now? They're out!

They shouldn't be here, but...

should have been then...now

Now, what can I do? You're older,

it's done

Sing along with me and try not to leave,

"by chance" -you know-, you do know,

try not to leave a ring, an earring or

any other clue,

'cause I will look for your little person

and I'll rip your head off,

beast"

Try me.

The Man & The Lake

2010-01-25T22:54:00.006-03:00

An old man walks straight to a quiet lake, in a landscape of repeated patagonian beauty. He approaches wearily but accurately, as the Salisbury cathedral clock. When the man is two meters from the watery mirror, an eagle stuns three happy tourists, perhaps brazilian people. With a great difficulty, the man sets his sight into the lake and starts to hum a childhood's hymn.

-'Where are my memories? They are in here, in my hands, where oblivion lays. I can not remember more than their darkened trail which decorates this infertile land that once was strong enough to withold the roots of death and the happines flower. Abandoned from my memories, I reconcile with oblivion; now I'm closer to it, now I am oblivion.'

Next to you

2010-01-23T15:12:00.003-03:00

Echoes of an absent temple
Ruins of decadence dressed in exuberant rags and high heels
Your legs and my arms
are looking up to the sky
with bloody eyes

Will the moon remain in that same square
when our kiss end?

You do not mind, you wait for the next year,
tear

I'm dying, but slowly and gentle,
as the devil I am

Close To Me

2010-01-21T23:38:00.005-03:00

Night
Stars
No moon
Only a girl shaking her gypsy hips
No one else
Dead dog, drunk driver
The blood of my ancestors blended with the wine

Begining is closer

Take my wet hand
Love it

Forget
Forgive
Say yes