Subtle Voices & Strange Doggerel by Lou Barajas

Subtle Voices & Strange Doggerel

Subtle voices whispering through my head,
Voices of the long lost dead,
Souls of yore tearing at my brain,
Am I traveling along with the insane?
Is my mind really hearing these things?
Demonic laughter gothic choir sings.
Druid casting dead man’s bones,
Bones of kings still emplaced on thrones.
Holding royal courts in my mind,
Robes of silk twist and wind,
Word grasped in skeletal hand,
Servant at their constant command.
What to do to evade these fears,
Driven to knees wet with tears,
How do I chase them from my head?
Maybe I truly am better dead!

March 1999

Today a man walks the streets.  His broken soul and shattered dreams.  Mirroring the broken glass and shards of shattered windows.  Littering the ancient neighborhood.  Tearing the remnants of his mind apart.  Fingers tearing at the sores on his body. Festering like garbage.  Alive in a limbo of his own design.  Today just another exercise towards existence.  Maybe death is his answer.  Maybe I’m his answer.

March 1999

Leathery wings stretch in flight,
Souls cast away in night,
Searching for a resting place,
Home full of art and grace.
Looking for the wandering soul,
Emptying their heart, our goal,
Sparing them from the past,
Introducing death great and vast.
Watching as their eyes dim,
Tears of loss pool and swim,
Released lives of utter despair,
Sending them up heaven’s stair!

March 1999

Death,
Crushing
Your eyes,
Eternal lies,
Lost,
Hate,
Cast aside,
Hell’s ride,
Driven,
Sent,
By your father!

March 19, 1999

A man walks down a corridor.  Cobwebs brushing his face, floor littered with junk.  Turning down one hall after another.  Spinning and reeling.  Fear driving him forward.  Running at loss.  Doorknobs locked at every try.  Another left.  Right again.  Reality sinks in.  Insanity.  Lost in his own mind.  He sinks to his knees.

March 20, 1999

Just more strange doggerel.  More lost windows in the stairway down into the depths of madness.  I’d rather spread my wings and fly for it.  Break neck.  Rushing time.

March 20, 1999

Homelessness or Something Darker? By Lou Barajas

HOMELESSNESS OR SOMETHING DARKER?

A dizzy soul walks these streets,
Shards of glass strewn at his feet.
Hearing voices from a haunted time,
A line of prose, speaks of rhyme.

Hands held out in a beggar’s mode,
Tattered voice like a damaged toad,
Whining for a piece of bread,
Ending hunger in his head.

People turn away from his watery stare,
Casting sidelong evil glares.
Only kindness in feral eyes,
A fallen angel feels his demise.

Cold fingers grasp his dirty neck,
The stranger’s eyes swirl with ruby fleck.
Dizzy again he reels at his life.
The dark angel ends his strife.

Blood feeding into another,
His dying gasp a whispered, “Mother”.
Dark saint gives him a final rest,
God accepts him as a guest!

February 1999

December’s Rain

What to do,
To quench my fear,
Grasping at,
My soul so near.
Laughter facing
Dark littered streets,
Glass shattered
Prisms at my feet.

Puzzled now,
What’s to come in line?
Questioning what
Food to dine.
Where to escape,
Easing the pain,
Set my soul,
In December’s rain.

Streetlights arrange,
An eerie glow,
Strolling along
Hell’s traffic flow,
Scared alone,
An abandoned stray,
Bloody husks,
Litter my way.

Neon sun rises in the mist,
Greenish yellow,
Pus-filled cyst.
Buildings killed,
Strewn haphazardly about,
No souls left,
To hear my shout.

Nuclear bomb
Now a lifeless friend
Brought the world
To a bitter end.
Nothing left,
Neither loss nor gain,
An icy cold
In December’s rain.

Before it all,
The papers read,
Jesus Christ,
God is dead.
Brother to brother,
All at war
Disease spread wide,
Like the legs of a whore.
Looking out windows,
Taken for granted,
Our moral and views,
Evermore skewed and slanted,
Drifting deep inside,
Egos so vain,
Now we cry
In December’s rain.

The future now
We’re doomed to lose,
A terrifying fate,
We didn’t pick or choose,
Abandoned and alone,
The few are last,
Finally our turn,
To create
The past.

Are we the first?
Of the last generation,
Folly or hope,
Of a new human nation,
A tear rolls down,
Our souls in pain,
In this bitter hell,
Of December’s rain.

February 1999

A Subtle Wind by Lou Barajas

A Subtle Wind
by Lou Barajas

A subtle wind blows through my mind,
A gentle touch and a voice so kind,
Smiles born on satiny wings,
Words from you my lonely heart sings.

Together always in our hearts,
Souls entwined never torn apart,
Our love grows stronger every day,
Awaiting its chance to laugh and play.

Twilight mists in mountain glens,
Love flows from the tips of our pens.
A written word is the lone release,
Fantasies of each other bring us peace.

Dreams at night are our solemn prayers,
Climbing towards the other on gossamer stairs
Diaphanous veils part before our eyes,
Musical harmony set in gentle reprise.

Weary mind and soul we lay to rest,
Tomorrow’s trials form another test,
The one thing true in this cruel world
I am your man and you are my girl.

Come with me now to the land of dreams,
Starlit nights and silvery moonbeams,
Sunlight glistening in our hair,
Me and my lovely lady fair.

November 1998

A Dragon of Fire by Lou Barajas

A Dragon of Fire

Like a dragon guarding its gold, my love shall protect your heart, and your mind. Our flame, kindling each other’s eternal fires of desire. Fusing our souls together forever. I love you my sweet!!

Your Dragon of Fire,

My heart’s desire,

You, my dear!

September 1998

A Paper Rose by Lou Barajas

A Paper Rose by Lou Barajas

A paper rose,

Torn and tattered.

Whispered breeze,

Our dreams are battered.

Cast upon

A misty shore,

Our love,

An epic tale of yore.

Castles built

Against the storm,

Aged wine,

To keep us warm.

Knight’s armor

Battered and beaten,

My lover’s

Smiles always sweeten.

Maiden fair,

A glorious smile

Makes life

Worth the extra mile.

November 1998

Winter’s Starry Night by Lou Barajas

Winter’s Starry Night

Winter’s starry night
Turns to spring.
Laughing, smiling
A songbird shall sing.

A lover’s touch
In that warm light,
Carrying, holding
Away our current plight.

Your beautiful smile
Ignites my day,
Sparking, leaping
Together we will play.
In one another’s arms,
We now recline,
Basking, drinking,
Each other as fine wine.

Our love forever,
Will hold us true,
Hugging, loving
Always, only me and
You!!!

—LOU
Your Devoted Hubby

October 1998

Is Austin impatient or just convenient?

EBay Express did a survey of the top 20 most impatient cities in the nation. Austin, TX came in #1. This survey was based on some really strange criteria such as # of fast food restaraunts, quick change oil services and other such conveniences. Well, if convenience means impatience, then I suppose Austin SHOULD be ranked #1. However, Austin is the most laidback city in the nation. We like to take care of business so that we have time to enjoy the many cool things to do in Austin. Being the “live music capital of the world”, we have many, many venues located throughout downtown and all over the city. Austin also has 3 lakes (Lake Travis, Lake Austin & Town Lake [Lake Ladybird]) and many city parks. Also, one must not forget 6th Street, the Warehouse District and the many shops and malls. Austin hosts several golf courses and frisbee golf courses. Many of the numerous city parks have hike and bike trails. On any day of the week, one can find something cool and fun to do in Austin, TX. There are art museums, the Texas History Museum (which has an Imax Theatre), the LBJ Library or one could always tour the State Capitol or the Governor’s Mansion. We also have a CRAZY tour bus that drives right into Town Lake (recently renamed Ladybird Lake…in honor of the former/late First Lady). It is called Duck Adventures. We also have a Capitol Metro (Austin’s city bus) day tour (not free), but the Dillos (also Capitol Metro) are FREE. One more thing worth mentioning…there is certainly no shortage of eating establishments. We have it all when it comes to eats…BBQ, pizza, Thai, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, good ol’ home-cookin’…pretty much whatever your heart (well…stomach) desires. Austin is a city that is rich in culture and full of diversity and conveniences. Be sure to visit the Tourist Information Center (located on W.6th St.) as it has all of the details on everything there is to do and see in Austin, TX.