O Lord, Thou hast searched me and known me.
Thou dost know when I sit down and when I rise up;
Thou dost understand my thought from afar.
Thou dost scrutinize my path and my lying down,
and art intimately acquainted with all my ways.
Even before there is a word on my tongue,
Behold, O Lord, Thou dost know it all.
Thou hast enclosed me behind and before,
And laid Thy hand upon me l.
Such knowledge is too wunderful for me;
It is too high, I cannot attain to it.
(Psalms 139:1-6)
It’s time to come home my child, she whispered.
You have tried hard and given your best, dear.
But it’s not enough,
not yet.
So come home.
~J.Varina
She was always a dreamer
Correction, she was almost always dreamer
There were moments in everybody’s life where nights would pass in the blink of an eye
And dreams are not delivered to our bedsides by Mr. Sandman
But there was a time in her life where inception became more than a movie
And that dying in a dream actually does mean you die in real life
La isla pudo haber llamado a mi nombre
Pero tu besado mis ojos
Mi Muse
Podía sentir el Creator en sus brazos
Nuestros lacrimas reales
Emociones húmedos y los solitarios sol
Totos hacen esto más que amor.
Tal vez era la belleza cruda
Lo único que hemos sido capaces de dar uno al otro
The island may have called my name
But you kissed my eyes
My muse
I could feel the Creator in your arms
Our tears real
Wet emotions and the lonely sin
All made this more than love
Maybe it was raw beauty,
The only thing we were about to give one another.
Miracles
can happen anywhere.
In the public square
under the eyes of children,
or within
the walls of this room
where we
are the only two who
exist.
~J. Varina
How innocent the whisper
of one who
hasn’t had their ears tainted
with the curses of
humans.
But blessed with the silence of God.
~J. Varina
A beautiful cover of Lilium, the opening song to the anime “Elfen Lied”.
Light is the essence of New York.
Streetlights to govern cars and citizens
Lamplight that bring warmth to barred apartment windows
and lights within the eyes of the dreamers.
Some shine bright like medieval gold,
others have just enough power to brighten a small corner in a bedroom;
but each has a purpose.
A divine agenda that will guide drifting souls to the next destination.
I’m still looking for that light in my world, unsure if it’s in the city.
But I know the first spark is here.
Within.
~J. Varina
I’ve been looking
in the wrong place.
Staring at
broken mirrors and
rippled water,
or phone screens set to selfie.
Without realizing
that I am what I
see
not what I’m seen as.
~J. Varina
My lips never knew
the power
of a kiss
until, I
was left
with only
static from you.
The Nuclear Cottage 