Time and Prophecy

by Antonio Sousa
July.24/2011

Part I - About my fears

From this hour and forth
I promise to have happiness
To laugh and love and pray
And cry only when faced with madness

From this day and beyond
I shall be remembered as the liar
The one who tried to wear the mask
The one who failed in life

Maybe after next week
I won't be called the poet
Instead they shall ignore the rest
Of my writings, not even put me to the test

In a month or so
When life is easier and more calm
When sun, water and light will be my fellows
Maybe things will get tender and mellow


Part II - About my love for David T. Jackson

After a year trying hard, I shall surpass
The odds of living here in Canada
The cold and rich land of no ancestry
The bold move of life I call agony

A decade shall we meet, hand in hand
And through tempest, snow, wind or sand
We will conquer it all, this I shall grant

A hundred will be the number of your years
I shall be old and grey: 73
The mark of our love will still be seem

Millenniums and light years will make us old
But sad will be the day that all our folks
Forget we are a story to be told.

My pornographic love

* a poem in english and portuguese



In a time like this where could you be?
'Cause in my bed there is no you
There is no smell, no cum or cu
You might be in a bar or your own bed
In a hotel in a far away realm
Sharing fine linens with not so fine man
Or even to make me mad
You might share your body with women

In a night so warm during winter
Where could you be dripping your sweat?
Not in my shower since in my house
I can't see you or hear you talk
Might be on the beach or sleeping under stars
Probably you are dancing, there, where you are

A song shall be made for my feelings of saudade
I will sing during winters that shall come through my body
But in two weeks, when you are back, and from those beds you have only pictures
I will forget about these feelings and suck your cock with such love
That all those men which may have touched you will simply perish
And all those moments that you may have shared
The dust of time and space will cover

Will come the time you will say "I remember..."
But in such time time I will say "Eu te amo..."
And between your legs is where lies, so sweet and tender
The base in which I found my most sweet "planos"
Then will come the day YOU will say "eu te amo"
But you already said, that is why I can rest.

- For David Jackson, Feb.5/2010

Hello, Cruel World!

"In the beginning there was verb, then verb became flesh", doesn't it makes God, if he is actually there, the first poet? To transmute verb (words) into flesh (life) is what we, poets and writers, try to do at every second given from our lives to the act of writing something that, most of times, will never be read except by it's own creator.
Keeping this same thought in mind, I decided to start this blog, so to divulge my writings (of dubious quality and/or poetry or not).

The name of this blog and the address come from 2 different sources:

The House of The Happy Buddhas is my translation of "A Casa dos Budas Ditosos", a book written by João Ubaldo Ribeiro, Brazilian writer. This book means A LOT to me, it tells the history of a woman living in Brazil in the 50's and how her life (sexual) was free of dogmas and pains, it thought me a lot and I try to lead my life (not in the way she did but) in the way she tries to teach us: free.

betopoetix:
My boyfriend, David Jackson, is a photographer and his website/logo is jacksonphotografix. I love him and he teaches me something new everyday, so it is some kind of homage and copying of his art, which represents a part of human life that most of us try to hide, and he, brilliantly and ingeniously, puts outta there and I am proud of him for it, I am proud of being part of his life.


The image is my left hand (the same used for Quiromancy) and I call it "The Drawn Destiny".