Viva (Alive) Song and Poem by Manuel Bustos

Viva by Manuel Bustos

Un día después
de el beso final,
que puedo decirte nena,
nada esta muy claro.
Un día después
la lluvia pasó,
tenemos un día de sol,
hay revolución dentro mío.
y ha de ser refugio para mi,
tu risa y el olor de tu piel desnuda.
Puedo ver tus ojos desde aquí,
desde esta posición puedo verte viva,
Un día después
el peligro pasó,
pero no mi deseo nena,
voy como un león enjaulado.

Un día de sol,
maldito día de sol,
no quiero saber
si el mundo estalla en mil pedazos.
Y ha de ser…

An after day
of the final kiss
what can I tell you,girl,
nothing is clear pretty much.
An after day
rain passed away
we have a sunny day
inside of me there´s a revolution.
And it will be
a shelter for me
your laugh and scent of your naked skin.
From here I can see your eyes,
from this place(body with body)
I can see you alive…alive.
An after day
danger is gone
but not my desire
I feel like a lion in a cage.

It´s a sunny day
it´s a damn sunny day
I don´t wanna know
if world blows out in thousand pieces.
And it will be
a shelter for me…

Manuel Bustos is an artist, poet and songwriter from Benito Juárez, Buenos Aires, Argentina. He’s also into radio and candle making.
Manuel says:
I wrote that song in 2008 then I went to a friend´s house…showed him and few hours after we recorded it…I´d played everything on that song…with a old guitar that i used to play when I was living in Buenos Aires city…I used to play in the subway everyday…

Art by Manuel Bustos. Songs and lyrics copyright Manuel Bustos. All rights reserved.

Fermium, poem from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series by Chicago poet Janet Kuypers


Janet Kuypers

from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series (#100, Fm)
including the poem “Each Half is the Enemy”

When the bulldog ant of Australia
is cut in half,
the halves see each other as enemies.

The head attempts to devour the tail.
And the tail,
in an effort to defend itself,

battles for up to thirty minutes
to sting the head.
And this battle happens everywhere

in the world, because life is always
that battle
between the two halves of the whole.


Because everything contains that twin,
one part good,
and one part you’ve construed into something

so horribly wrong. And you want to tear it apart,
that other half,
you despise everything about it —

everything that somehow is a part
of you.
So you, in life, always possess that battle.


This even applies on a molecular level.
Consider hydrogen:
it’s in our water we drink and bathe in,

and atomically, we’re sixty-seven percent
But on November first nineteen fifty two,

“Ivy Mike” was the code name
for the first
successful test of the hydrogen bomb.

It’s funny how we can take something
so needed for our life
and, like our sun, turn it into something

to destroy everything we know.
Because as I said,
one side gives life, the other kills.


And thanks to “Ivy Mike” and that
hydrogen bomb,
two elements were discovered —

one of them was named after physicist
Enrico Fermi.
You see, Fermi worked on “Chicago Pile-1,”

the first nuclear reactor. Fermi worked
in a space
under Chicago University’s then unused

football stadium bleachers. That’s because
the school
had not used the football stadium

for three years, because the school
thought sports
were a distraction from academics.

Fermi, “the father of the atomic bomb”.
also worked
on the Manhattan project, and Fermilab

outside of Chicago was named after him.
And here’s the kick:
the hydrogen device that produced

Fermium was designed by Richard Garwin,
Enrico Fermi’s student.
So for all that Enrico Fermi had done,

it seems fitting that Fermium is
the heaviest
element formed by the nuclear

bombardment of lighter elements
(like hydrogen).
And this highly radioactive element

was initially kept secret due to the
cold war.
But it’s amazing what we can discover

while taking something we so need
for life,
and turning it into an instrument of death.


Because Fermium was classified
in the cold war,
Swiss scientists bombarding oxygen,

discovering an isotope if it, and wanted
to name it
centurium (to honor element one hundred).

Good thing Fermi’s nuclear work got
declassified, so they
could honor Enrico Fermi with “Fermium”.

But wait, Fermium is bad, it’s radioactive,
there can’t be
any good applications for it…

Well, consider the two sides of any twin:
Fermium’s the only
element that can use it’s alpha particles

in radio therapy for cancer. And yes,
it’s radioactive,
but it’s short half life means it decays

quickly. Because as I said, it’s amazing
how two sides
can be both bad, and also so good.

Meditations. New Book of Poems by Scott Hastie. Poet.

Scott Hastie Poet Meditations

Scott Hastie is a successful British born poet and writer, who has been has been commercially published in the UK for over twenty years now. He currently has eight titles in print, including a novel and three collections of poetry. In recent years, the spiritual tone in his maturing poetic voice is starting to draw increasing acclaim and attention from an increasing worldwide audience, especially in the U.S. India & the Middle East.

Official twitter account: @scotthastiepoet
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Scott Hastie’s brand new collection of poetry Meditations has only just been published (Sept 2013) and is available now worldwide in both print and e formats. For more details see this link: Given his gathering, cross cultural popularity around the world, preparations are already well under way for a more definitive and comprehensive hardback collection of all his latest work, entitled Angel Voices and currently scheduled to be published by CENTURIA in the Autumn of 2014.

Sample Poems from Mediations.


Age gathers, colludes.
Cadences fade fitfully,
Seemingly before their time.
But there are echoes still,
Shapes we inherit,
We inhabit, we bequeath.
A life however bravely spent,
Will always be jagged, incomplete,
Never far away
From being enveloped in darkness.
Some may say,
Especially those who’ve known joy in life,
That this is not right.
I tell you clearly they are wrong.
So, just as a dancer
Might spin for you an exact pirouette
And release themselves in the perfect burst,
A lingering silhouette of energy,
Be content to love, to dazzle in the light,
If only for moments…
And then be gone,
With gladness in your heart,
Before the creeping shadows
Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

© Scott Hastie 2012. All rights reserved.


And still the darkness waits for me,
As I know it will…
And ever more avariciously still,
As it senses my journey comes closer to fruition.
I know in my heart it is a given
That I can never entirely banish
This spectre of the night,
It will always be beside me, as it needs to be.
Just as surely as the sunniest of summer’s mornings
Or the broadest of smiles on a lover’s face
Can make your heart soar,
As a counterpoint in the navigation
Of all that’s possible in life.
All that one would ever want to reach out for,
Whether driven by angels or demons…
So I choose to condemn it
To wait on the sidelines forever.
And as an irrelevance, a meaningless shadow,
A token silhouette to all my blessings.
Like the soft dusting of fallen snow on hollow bones,
On the already broken, spilt corpse
Of souls long since departed.
Strengthened by the certainty
That the light I cherish and hold dear within
Will instead keep me safe and warm,
Till my own time comes….

© Scott Hastie 2012. All rights reserved.


However beautiful,
No pebble on the beach.
You were my touchstone.
And yes,
I have now smelt the perfume of the Gods.
If only for precious moments
Opened the gilded door
And walked through.
Set foot on hallowed ground,
Taken refuge where my soul longed to be,
In the sunlit meadow of my dreams.
Bathed in love and light,
Healed and nourished,
Elevated by experiences of wonder.
It was the miracle of how the needs,
The spiritual hunger
Of two separate physical beings,
Two fractured souls,
Could fit together so perfectly,
Like long lost pieces of some ancient code
That, once re-united, yielded up energies,
Ecstasies and insights beyond our imagining.
That was the key.
And far beyond any love affair
With its own predictable half-life
Of intensity, its cycle of emotion.
Instead a permanent path
That, once illuminated,
Goes ever onward – a way home…

© Scott Hastie 2012. All rights reserved.

Scott Hastie Poet:It has also been my very recent privilege to discover several experimental poetic bloggers, whose writing and sites have touched me in some way. Of these I would draw your reader’s particular attention to:

Lina Ru –
Sylvie Ashford –
Robyn Lee –
Natasha Head –
Melissa Fry Beasley –
Gillian Prew –
Pamela Sayers –
Claudia Schoenfield –
Kelvin SM –
Jacqueline Dick –
I also think Michelle Vinci, an educator based in Vancouver, is doing new and great work with her Global Twitter Community Poetry Project.


Last Dance Poem by Dandelion De La Rue


Hope and Illusion, Last Dance

The ghost of
my old lover
hummed a song to me today
at sunrise
memories of Hendrix;
we thought we were
dancing in the cold cold
streets of Boston
watching the dawn
two sprites dancing
at the bottom of the sea.

I watched the sunrise
and thought of him.
We danced
because we thought
the worst was over
Aquarias was dawning
leaving money-hugging
power love
far away and
long ago
in the time before
in an unmourned past

We thought we saw
flying in from
Eastern skys
bringing peace
and art and flowers
bringing love.

Hope and Illusion
dancing together
watching sunrises

First Published at

Hope and Illusion, Last Dance Poem by Dandelion De La Rue.

A Changing Path by Sheena Malcha | A Poem

A changing path and things behind
We never know where we may go
But always are these changes our own
And must be owned through pain
I hurt and tormented and left the things
That made me whole and loved
Each day is broken and poisoned and wrong
Each day is always the same
The light I hope to give to make amends and heal
Can never shine through such a darkness as me