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Friday, January 11, 2013

inconstant

       .............cold
  •        beautiful curves from head to toe....
           oblivious to you and me too............

    no cogent reason to change....................
    abruptly ....
    that it took three days to let me know..

  • great dreams of your presence ........
    a beauty .......
    nightmares to think of you.......I can feel you
    I can touch you...............
    even though you are not there
  • temperament to a fixed position..
    ..............warm ...
    a mere suggestion to ...to what I dream ...
    because of what I see..
    an emotional balance to the nearness of you..

    when we are there.........
    just you and me.............

    I will never see you again.......
     .......I will see you  ...........
    in my dreams
    like a tendency of inherent perversion..
  • in my dreams I make love to you...
    I hug you.. I love you.......
    .......................the hours of the night
    like a forever scene...
    I touch your body.....
    I feel your nearness ...
    the heart beat of your soul

    the sweetness of your breath
    the softness of your lips.......
    a mercurial.....constant devotion to what i saw

    .......when you were there
    before the capricious change.......

  • the beauty of you..
     in my imagination.....
    engraved in my thinking ...
    like  it was when you were real.......

  • you will never be real again...
    you bolted in rapid fancy..........

  • I only know what I feel......as i did ..
    the time that i touched you..

    my love.. my everything...
    in my heart you will always remain

    forever...
    I do not even know your name.

    NOT EVEN YOU NAME!!

Monday, December 31, 2012

agency of fear



    exerting power to the operation
has achieved the end to the ambassador
engaged in the business of others: 
  • but ....
  • To advertise the origin to others........
.....to complicated for tears ............
"AGNUS DEI" 
mind of the lamb God:.......
a reverential awe.......
an alarm of reverence.......
awe of anxious solicitude
  • ......image of prayer..
    to the saviour...........
    embroiled in name today here is the same..
    liturgical prayer.....your halo.......
    your banner.........
    a symbolic address to the cross...shamed.....
    ......so........................scared of my name ..
  • full of entice interest.........
    agog with excitement..........
    the lamb god  ..  in view__-
    for the world.....

    and you............
  • aggravated assault to the senses..
    ........unprovoked ..
    like hostile intention ..
    to dominate your thinking......
    functions of an agent ....
    ........Oder of fear
    a scent of disturbance to the body..
  • feeling it throughout the torso....
    unfinished .................thyrsus
    because you stop ed being...
  • you are no more............

    you are no more !!

Sunday, May 13, 2012

madre

a long time in the wind.............
  • i saw you in the three....
    the road was gray......
    leaves rolling by the then wind.....
    was there any one but you and me.

    a blurry image it seems......
    why can't we even be.....
    i do remember more then you and me............

    I can feel.........
    I can smell .........
    I can see the flash that you have given me.....

    in memory i will never forget you.......
    i kneel in the night just before i go to sleep.....
    i pray for you.......
    i see you every day in my mind......
  • i suffer for you today.....
    this day as if you were here..........
    as if you were in the day you came into this world of poverty..
    this world of abuse...........

    of never ending curse...
    like a wheel in an interval of time..

    like a permutation ...
    a spiral arrangement...like an electric
    orbit in the heavens...

    your name is mine to. ..
    the love I still have for you...

    an interval that is in my mind forever as is you......
    I love you mother,....,
    the kindness that you represent ..
    the sadness that is because you are gone from me.

    mother when you see God .please tell him that I want to be with you
    when I expire........
    I want to be with you....

    their must be another road for us to travel together.
    once again my mother I love you.

    I love you dearly !

Saturday, March 31, 2012

love is reserve

          In the interest of loves reserve...
we all manage to forgive the errors that we serve.
  • to you....
    ..........so happily like the subtle aroma of .. Cognac...
    is the softness of yours ...
    ..........in view.......all of you.....
    the beauty of your eyes is like a song.......
    as a subtle touch .......
    of a forgiven wrong.

    ...........as a winter night is when.........
    when you are there to make me warm..

    ...........the changes in color of your eyes ...
  • ...........changes that are as like a torment of a winter storm.
    the passion of your nearness.........
    like the night before.......
    can you remember then........
    as it was

    when we were one......
    in the night of love...
    the intensity........
    ............as the like ..
    the energy was coming from  above.

    my sweet...my everything.....
    my life ......
    my love.....
    .............all that exists..
    is what you are to me....
    as i try to evict......
    to vanquish......
    ..............empty is the rest of me...

    THE REST OF ME  !

Saturday, March 17, 2012

wind ..........

  • not so qua it today.........
    announcing the nothing of thought..
    .........wonder in this night...
    .........a beacon that is not bright

    that part that is not there when you go..
    even when one come along
    enormity strange defiance ....
    .........a challenge to be free
    .........imperfections played out for all to see.

    fortifications.......arranged In a certain way
    defilade......the enfilading fire that is there
    ..........just beneath the surface
    ..........so defile...
    dirty..
    unclean the thoughts ...
    unpleasant condemnation of ones very dream.
please wake me up .....
as soon as you hear me scream........
because I'm flying to your wishes in my dream.
when you touch me .. it scares me.
.........makes my hand...
 that you will reach me ..
.........makes me think that you will bring me down...
down to what is real....
........scary to be here....
........scary to be real........
do not allow me to come near.......
maintain.......prevent the course
         vigilance and force
  • imminent danger
    when I get down to the ground with you...
    .........i will wake up
    the wind hard on all things
    like the white sands

    flying above you ..
    .......... you do not know.
    until i come down to make a stand
    like a nature character ......
    conditions that are not normal..
    sinking to a low corrupted way

    ..........that is how it feels......
    that is how it will be .......

    today.....
    today in the wind........


Saturday, March 3, 2012

loneliness

loneliness......
          .as the current that rounds the rock
like the one we see from the photos of a distant planet..
like the ones that gear up on the lose mind.....
the empty ones that we always find.....
..........hands that stretch up to the heavens........
of ones forgiveness in time...
..........bleakness......
desolation as one sees one distant star
.........the separation of others...
sadness...
dejection to be with the ones we are ..
no consolation.........away from ...
and to the other end of the constellation .. 
.........no  understanding
no touch.......in pretending.....
extension to a considerable decent
containing sounds of a different time
  • possessing an uncommon length of similarity
    while we walk this line
  • embracing the mist of what we find

    rounding the face of the ones we see ......
    in those we animate
the spirit......
the movement of the ones we see in that state
an apparent life like way...
producing the form......

.........the appearance of the body ..
in an animated successive position of ones stay.
.........anonymous.....as a wish...
anonymity........as the dreams we had today
unknown.....
the dark moments that we wish to stay.
.........we do not want anyone today...
bring me life.....
bring me faith.....
allow me to breath the candles of the day.....

...........allow my dreams to be as they were yesterday...
...........allow some innocence..make the dreams as they then

.......... the loneliness of today......
as if it was yesterday........

Sunday, February 12, 2012

the bullet hits the wall

  •        the father was eliminated.....
    eliminated with a thought...........
    that loud PING  that woke you up ..  was a thought of death from his son......
    they were guarding a valuable plant....

  • tall........
    the father cut a piece of it.......the younger son objected ......
    the father shot him.  ...   on his way down to death....
    he thought the father to die.

             THE BULLET HITS THE WALL OF STEEL.

    discursive .. nonsense.........
    like a vulgar deception to the mind.....
    when you are awake.......

    with a smile to eat your cake...with a
    habitual cruelty to the sense....
    blustering all pretence.....

    browbeating in a behavior cruel to the stance ....
    cruel to the awaken side ....weaker...
    .........like a hired ...Ru-Fiann...

    indulge to the fantasies of the night...
    imagine---Nation of dream time...
    illusions with the  fantasy .. 

    to a dreary time in ones life......
    visionary creations in a bowl of the define...
    abstemiousness to release the dreamlike reality to the mind...
    strong desire to be alive..

    intoxication....
    retraining one .. 
    if one wakes up ....

    until you want to abstain ..
    consider a part of the application that is coming to one.......
    in the night....

    all in the night   !

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

eight times ten +39

rest your head on a pillow of depth....
........perpendicular measurement downward...
bring it to this side when you can...... a condition-ed nightmare
........reveal the options that are there.....
the laud ping of a bullet hitting a wall of steel
drops to the ground with the force of gravity
in amazement wake up........tell the world of ...
the sobriety...the  indignity of that side
tell the world what is there .. on that side..
not wanting to live is not suicide...
............it is the desire not to live...
the desire to end what is on this side......
............not to be alive.....
the laud ring steals the sound of dieing......
the power of your dreams made it happen. and you wake up..
............cuts it up lake Cain....
............cuts it up like a valuable vain ..
............the value of something that is rare
like vein........
alarmed so early ...
gets up to work......
before you forget what you saw the night before..
in your dreams...
.........the knives..
.........the blood...the power of your brother standing high . looking down at you ..
.........useless you....
unable to lift even a hand to defend yourself...
.........your little sister comes to counsel you...
.........gets down on her knees and cries with you...
three are against you.....two are not there at all in your dream..
what should that mean.....
  • your father the authority figure is  there not ........
    .........yet
    the dream has only begun so .....
    so maybe ..
    he is coming....
    to neutralize the frightening dream..
    with a terrorized monstrous one yet ..
    he is.......
    as he is always there causing the evil spirit to awaken one to safety....

    awake is safe.
    never to sleep again........ever !

Monday, December 12, 2011

eight times ten +

  • standing at the threshold of the future: 
    it looks short ..
    will not just jump in...

    turn around and look back. ...
    can not see the end....
    it has been to long of a road....
    sometimes wide.. sometime small...

    other times .. narrow..

    sometimes with foot wear..
    other times ...barely sufficient..
    less of a standard....
    a slander width of ..
    limited in scope of the world around me ...
    meticulous .. with a ration of rich..
    woven in close success to.....
    ..............eighty..
  • It looks like plus..
    decrease in the gifts you came with .. the breadth to extant further then ....
    the day you were born.

    brought forth by the native combination....
    resulting in poverty....walking alone ..
    in the dirt..
    forgiving the pain of the day you are gone....

    gone into the fields......broken
    torn...
    inside of your heart in a violated form...
    broken into pieces ..
    ...................separated ...
    irregular pattern of the life you were born...
    shattered...
    damaged world ....
    reduced to a rank...with views of other into your own....

    caring water in buckets...
    with a shudder sudden form...shuddering the well below...
    walking the mud.....
    crying .. with pain...
    buckets of tears..

    tears in vein

    no scape from that day...
    no scape from the fear...
    of the nightmares of those days in a very young  mind..

    nightmares in the youth....growing up..
    limitations of knowledge...
    limitations in progress ...
  •         Ignorance
    by those in commend..
    violence.. comes with existence ...
    only the intelligence of the one that is you..

    only part of the road to the end...
  •         When life come to the boundary...
    the point when one ceases to exist...
    beyond we don't know...

    cessation...
    the pursuit of activity...
    the remnant of what was there...and will soon be forgotten ..

                    at the end

Friday, December 9, 2011

8..Times Ten

brilliant sky...
shining a valley of optimism...
you got there...a girl...a canine
fields of Golden shine...
a cantus firmus .......octaves above....
........parallel....
an organum as love....
eight times ten...
........gives you the right to voice motions and power above....
........the world of thinking......
........the last years are most favorable actions....
to the decades that past learning ones way....
feeling your way into the day.........
abuses....
hungry man.....
wondering in a fence behind
in a crowded westerly motion.....
with pain only on the inside.....
.......the streets are not there yet
where paradise meets the ocean
  • long state .. 
    numbness....in depth...of life  
    till you are awake again
    in the  the feel of gravity.....
    .......for a later pain....

    which now I know......reaching the end....seeing yesterday
    the future looks right.......
    can you see the light .. the steps going in......

Thursday, November 17, 2011

an extent in time

  • the possession of ones place...
    a crescendo exploding in the view ..
    .even in the action occurring...bat tans cracking skulls .
    .the lie res explanations of the few ..

    of the few....
    representing you ....

    a high...thick...masonry structure..
    protecting the ones with control ..
    the one being in abuse
    have nothing to lose

    .....nothing to do..

    shell we praise the valor,
    or is it a sold Idea.
    that it's time has come into view...

    can an idea be erased with battens..
    or are we all falling for the few...
    suffering in the cold...
    wind..
    drugs...
    hunger...
    loud venison out to a falling few

    consider the swirl... motions in the air..
    to pass confusion...
    to twist .. and shape the idea for your benefit to..

    swengen... shaking to beat the source..
    obedience to lawful authority..
    together in a standard which one has just claimed...

    abundance of support with food and gender to come forth.. amazement to the few that control all of you

    all of you..........