Lethargic life ghosts

Ghosts tread my brain and are a cyst in my soul
They have become my life opportunity parasite,
Oh pirates that ransack my energy, my solid life will
Sucking it gently like good Caribbean rum,
They are the ghosts of past stories that drag chains and close and open doors
Filling the emotional arcade while laughing intensively with mockery and bribery
Oh fictitious clowns that have handed me clever riddles that I need to ruminate for a while  
Of which some I have a clue and others still remain a mystery
In doing so they have left traps and labyrinths in which I do not know what to do…..
No idea what to do… do you?

Yes, they are raucous in their fashion statement,
By wearing my shadows like golden cloaks
In doing so they dance wildly in cages where they slide up and around,
Boasting with wild faces their deliverance with a constant tip tap of my shoulder
Some hang from chandeliers shredding their vocals with a piercing peekaboo
That leaves traces of metaphors that I need to interpret
Stirring my stomach and bringing revolting thoughts.
They are somehow my dreaded conscience, my hushed anxiety
That stays with me while I linger standing still in the drenched trenches
Dripping my shadows like sweet sweat under the sun
So I ask them boldly, let’s all gather in the present and unveil these delirious stories…
Set me free of your delirious blasphemy
Can a super moon change it all; can its liquid silver lining cover my new body
And its energy plow my heart open like a wild geyser of will and opportunity
Making failure and fear of getting hurt end their synergy
So, as I stand let me write, let me love, let me travel, let me prance and dance
Giving my life a chance in this new peaceful veering,

César Morán – Cahusac
Cusco, August 2015

She Said No To The Wind
Collection of Poetry
by Cesar Moran-Cahusac