Spanish Spoken Word - The Translation to English of "Ansiedad Del Corazón"

Prelude: It is always difficult to translate from Spanish to English, especially in the arts.  The Spanish language has beautiful and colorful meanings in its native tongue.  To simply translate a Spanish work of art into English, is not as simple as it may sound, for the true meaning is lost in translation.  Only a general understanding can be interpreted.  I will make an attempt to translate one of my most favorite writings to date... See later down in the this blog for the original version written in its native tongue, Espanol.

"Ansiedad Del Corazón" in English

Anxiety of the Heart

my heart says nothing

the feelings it shares are without words

it's true desire attracts your true romantic

hidden deep in your soul

a place you let no one go

it penetrates your walls

and the all the heartbreak you once felt is forgotten 

and not even thought about.

One look deep into your eyes

justifies your beautiful self

exposed and bare

exposed and bare

your eyes speak and my heart feels the passion of your fears,

the years of your tears and the unlocking

of true joy which encapsulates your soul.

A dream come true

unbelievable and just for you...

Its a real dream,

to feel something different than the reality of your internal scream,

and when you wake and I am not there beside...

silently your heart does cry.

My faults run deep

but my heart never lies

it only sighs because it knows...

Soon you'll be gone

Convincing yourself to sing a different song,

but there is no escape to the memories we did create.

So my heart decided to

sprinkle you with cupid's dust

and let you know the meaning of true lust...

Even though,

you hurt deeply in your soul

and are no longer capable of repair.

I can see through what you hide

and catch you when you try to run.

I give you no space

so you never wake

back to the reality of how you disguise your emotion

and hate

and hate...

The non acceptance of your true soulmate.

Yours in a perfect dream,

My heart of acceptance

Nomad - An empty soul

Nomad.

Drifter who drifts
not from place to place
but from time to time
everywhere a sign
choose to accept
or choose to regret
stay awake and
feel like you never slept.

Life of meaning
life always seeming
complacent...
distant...
and too loud to listen.

Move swiftly and forget
Move silently and don't submit
Run fast and don't trip...
because soon...
it will catch up to you.

You have memory
Your memory will remember
even when locked deep within your walls
where you buried it,
when you tried to forget it,
when life reminded you,
and you once again
fell victim to it.

Your reaction brought no satisfaction
and scattered your thought into indecision.
With no strength to take control
you let it go...

run fast and don't trip,
live life emotion-less
don't take control and be controlled,
your negativity tells a story
of a soul decomposed.

run fast and don't trip
in this life you are convinced
to live life, saving other souls
and running from your very own.

Yours Truly,

The Nomad in your mind,
who runs from thy soul

Wish and Hope - it never happened

Silently cry does she
without tears
emotional scars deep
self esteem whirlwind
all because she believed of him

True beauty was critiqued
a price paid by words.
Jagged like a dirty blade
stabbed with...
Now visions erratically search.

Reinvent herself does she...
Self defense,
to disappear and re-invent...
Her solution to preserve self worth.
shhhh... don't say a thing...
and everything will go away.
Wish and hope
Wish and hope
it never happened...
but then her poet wrote...

Mental thoughts hidden by silence
Communication non-existent
Fake the smile to rest the mind,
while in the presence of others.
Laugh and have a good time,
but in solitude...
In solitude there is no rhyme,
just reality whispering to the mind
constant reminder of desolate time.
Was it now or is it then?
Where am I?
and how did this begin?

Wish and hope
Wish and hope
for you this I wrote...

yOurs Truly...

The silence I can decode

Fairytales escape

From the start of the heart
and the excitement of the beginning
in hope of a fairy tale ending.

Like the middle of the content
chapters and character development.
Knowing and growing
warming and flowing...

An emotional connection
of intellectual perception
as the pages keep turning
and the want of knowing growing.

Two thirds of the way through,
wondering if there is an ending...
Or a sequel and a new beginning,
that picks up where it left off...
In hopes that this journey never stops.

Turn after turn of the page
day after each day
when and where will my smile fade
for a slip and a trip
and unknowing twist of emotional haze.

The Perfect story,
for the Perfect night...
Mind take me away
and let me escape
into the world that only my imagination can create...

yOurs Truly,

The heart on my sleeve
and the chapter in my book.
 

Ansiedad Del Corazón

Ansiedad Del Corazón

mi corazón no dice nada
los sentimientos que comparte son sin palabras
su verdadero deseo atrae su verdadero romántico
escondido en lo profundo de tu alma
un lugar que nadie vaya

penetra en las paredes
y toda la angustia que sintió una vez
se olvida y ni siquiera pensado.

Una mirada profunda en tus ojos
justifica tu hermosa
expuesto y desnudo
expuesto y desnudo
sus ojos hablan y se siente mi corazón
la pasión de sus miedos
los años de sus lágrimas y desbloqueo de la
de la verdadera alegría
encapulates tu alma.
Un sueño hecho realidad
increíble y solo para ti ...
Es un sueño real,
a sentir algo diferente
que la realidad de su grito interno,
cuando se despierta
y yo no estoy allí, junto a ...
silencio de su corazón llora.

Mis errores son profundas
pero mi corazón nunca miente
sólo suspira porque sabe ...
Pronto iré
convencerse a sí mismo para cantar una canción diferente,
pero no hay escape a las memorias
hicimos crear.

Así que mi corazón decidió
espolvorear con el polvo que Cupido
y le hará saber el significado de la verdadera lujuria ...
A pesar de que ,
le dolió profundamente en tu alma
y ya no son capaces de reparación.
Puedo ver a través de lo que se oculta
y usted coge cuando intenta ejecutar.

Te doy ningún espacio
por lo que nunca se despierta
volver a la realidad de cómo disimular su emoción
y el odio
y el odio ...
La no aceptación de su verdadera alma gemela.

Suyo en un sueño perfecto,

Mi corazón de aceptación

Instead of speak to me, you choose to Re-Read silently...

I have an audience
who read what I write...
I have an audience
who feel the emotion of spoken word.
With metaphors and similes...
I have an audience
that consists of you and me.

So you read what I write?
Do you like?
And why do you feel that way,
about what I say?
How is it that you interpret,
my intellectual serpent?

Do you feel I speak to you?
Or do you feel I speak of me?
You should know, that answer lies in how you be...
If you feel something inside,
It must have been a memory,
that was powerful enough,
to withstand... love, lust and luck.
And thus,
Signaling your heart to reach into the dark,
And remember life, from these words I write.

What a feeling you must feel
when you secretly, knowingly and purposefully
re-read these words I spill...
Because I say what people don't want to hear,
words that confront their biggest fears...
And memories that were locked in a box.
And when the end was reached
How many times did you secretly re-read and re-read?

So please do read down,
from year to year,
on this blog,
my writings appear,
then disappear...
Only to be re-discovered

YouRs TruLy,

Secretly Re-Read and avoid the pain of speech

"Caterpillar to Butterfly"

Physical she never cries
She cries emotionally
deep in her heart where no one can see
cause she's aging mentally
and the dreams she once did mean
are beginning to feel like a distant memory

Even though she lives in the now
she still wonders how
it ever came to be
but the bed she did make
so the rest to sleep isn't dreamy

She likes the chase
of a familiar taste
and hides behind the spreading of no hate
cause her heart was captured as a young-in
and now she has matured into a woman

Her mind right
Her time might
fade into the light
the light of first site
from the darkness of her night
there is a faint light
that she fights with all her might

The road and path of righteous now seems past
Will eternal ever last
or will she breathe wearing a mask
and have days filled with tasks
to keep her mind away from time,
and mind controlling lines...

tears of a clown
that familiar sound
tears of a clown
When she releases from being bound
tears of a clown
when he wants her back
tears of a clown
when there is nothing left
tears of a clown is what he sings
when dollar signs evaporate from his dreams
and her young dreamS. and her maturing dreamS.. and her new real womanly dreamS..?

yOurs tRuly,
"Caterpillar to Butterfly"
Will I ever see the beauty of her flight?

Temple of Bliss

Temple of Bliss
Enchanted Princess
The Heavens are kind
when stars align

Dusk to Dawn
lust to long
know to want
my mind is occupied
with analogies of who, what, when and why...

But content with this thought
finally not necessary to speak a lot
I feel comfort in listen
and relaxation instead of indecision

She soothes me
in ways I have yet to fully understand.
I feel like a man
when I hold her hand,
look down upon her,
and see a smile that I brought her.

For she is the temple
that ignites my admire.

...The Victim - After All it was beaten into them...

Beaten mentality...
like the unwanted soul of unborn.
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
The mind is a terrible thing for making decision in haste.
Stripped of self control
scatter brained
selfish self of selfish taste
and controlled like a religion of unclear vision...
for a man to take
from a woman who create

take and break
take and break

the psychosis of the diagnosis
long term effect and set
for the destruction of self worth
beaten and abused
sad like a victim
mind hardened like a prison
and left with:
no humility
or conscience to make a beneficial decision

only a role to play
the manifestation of the victim
a unique solider of uncontrollable emotion
when insanity of the mind is used,
in turn,
like a weapon...
that fends off
the abuse as it thickens and no one
no longer takes the time to listen
to that blabber of indecision...

Left alone to pick and choose
like an alcoholic that doesn't let you take the booze.

the victim never asked to be
the victim never does see
the victim in some cases likes to be
and reaches to the places where songs of sympathy can sing

They solely ignore the voice of reason
and the compassion for concern.
And if one cares,
then one gets burned...

Flipped like a light switched
any input is like the undoing of a weak stitch
open wound exposed
the victim easily hardens to a close
from a sweet interior
the victim defends the feeling
of feeling inferior...

After all
it was beaten into them.

The heart she saw and the heart she unfelt...

I'll never know cause she never gave me a chance...
I'll never know cause she never saw me dance....
I'll never know because of the distance...
I'll never know because I seek no control...

I can only be what life offers me...
I can only stand where god has allowed my two feet...
I can only see what life portrays of my honesty...
I can only feel what this world means to me...

But if for a second I could separate body and soul...
if for a second I could let her know...
What I envision through these eyes...
and What I mean, through this mind...

Then tonight
and maybe in this life...
I would not be alone...

Like a fairy tale with no happy ending...
and a romance of lust, lacking beginning...
I'm a nomad of desire,
like whiskey to a camp fire,
for only a second, can ignite her fire...
that's the only way i'll have it...
cause i know...
only she can hold
the control of her desire

Like an r&b song
hammering my mind on a desolate night...
I can't fight your internal intuition.
You are who you are...
and that's what I appreciate the most
Maybe someday I'll be...
or Maybe someday I wont...

but at the end,
of that day,
you know
I know
that I made you smile...

Even hit a spot in your heart
that you deny with all your might...
Hit a spot in your heart
on a random night...

so close your eyes and lay yourself to rest...
after all,
when you close your eyes,
is when you imagine this best,
cause in that dream
we both have seen
exactly where
and what life seems to be...

just a bare blank stare,
day by day...
and how fast
the seasons do change,
as our life continues to age...
as we hope for happiness
in hopes of happier days...

Yours Truly...
My truest intentions

Yours Truly,
My biggest indecision

Intrigued by bare Character

Curiosity breeds the extremities in me.
More or less,
exposed and bound,
by the impressions felt,
as situations grow then melt.

And hearts speak the language of felt.
Emotions trapped by scenes of the past,
and influence,
Well, influence...
seems to always last,
and linger...
In hopes we never duplicate the mistakes
that injured our hope in the first place.

Self experience is all that we can know,
It's how we judge,
It's how we love,
and how our spirit flows...

Wishing upon a star,

or removing a flowers petals,
the r&b jam on the oldies radio.

The want to know and care,
for something like:
The familiarity of a scent
or the memory of a smile...

Feeling the emptiness in every breath,
and missing the care or caring-ness...
That was taken and left...
Creating  emotions like
a toy in the box that is no longer played with.

See,
Be,
Feel the need,
forget what deceived,
explore the chemistry
and follow the intrigue that leads
by leaving
and releasing
until the heart is metaphorically content.

In the end the love that came and went,
there was and is a reason for it,
and why it no longer exists.

YouRs TruLy,
Intrigued by bare Character

yESTERDAY

Promise me there is a New Day.
A new day...
One that is not too far away
A hope for tomorrow
A hope that I can leave my sorrow in yesterday

I feel the winds of change
they started from a slight breeze
and manifested into a category three
I feel myself being swept away
as I hold onto the familiarity of yesterday

Moving forward
while looking back
reaching out to save one last
time from the memory bank of my mind
before today, I lived yesterday.

StereO THE TypE

My introduction, no NeeD for IntroDuctioN
You already thought you knew me... but I must inform you
Your perception can be misleading,
disrupt your entire being,
all for the sake of hearing and believing...
Verbal segregation
Alleged allogations
Insecure accusations
Think before you speak of
Spreading Words that separate relations
Yours Truly,

My Name In Blood

When I think of You... I Imagine you...

When I think of you
I imagine you.
I'm seeing you and feeling you
through a personal vision of deep burning desire.

What I know, How I know, and Why I know
is the basis for what the fuels my fire.

You're the thought in my day,
When my mind starts to stray,
the eyes start to fade,
daydreaming of the day.

A primary focus compromised
by a silhouette of heavenly decent,
encapsulated in illicit illusion,
I envision in erotic ways...
Hotter than the hottest days,
More alluring than this place,
where I exchange time for wage.

I am teased by thought of you
and aroused by the vision of you.
So much, that next time I see...
I will be engaged in the exploration 
of how you're day went...
This verbal elation will evolve and
signal some sexual sensations...
and the under tones of the conversation
will be forever changed...

But beware...
watch out for what you tease
direct and indirectly
the ignition of My mind
Is savage-ly
long lasting
repetition upon repetition...
An artful admission
to a venue of sensual expositions,
flexible in submission, and verbal in admission...

mmmmmmm... When I think of you...  I imagine you...

By
MarkG

The Window of Opportunity

The Window of Opportunity
by MarkG

There's a place where the story is untold
A place with a story that never unfolds
locked away between "what if" and "never happens"
A figment of the imagination
trapped between reality and fiction

Pass this erogenous zone
lies that moment where everything seems frozen,
but still moves in motion.
Its like procrastination paired with hesitation
I want to but I don't...

It's the vision of what is seen
and the silence of what is felt.
Like a call from the wild
to our inner self...

The stare, the glare,
the distance between
the eyes and the conversation without words...
A brief gateway opens to thy soul
and at a moments notice... it can close.

A window of opportunity opened
but is now closed
like a crease in time
a memory grows old
fading into the distance like a story that was never told.

Yours Truly,

Innocence Is Bliss