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Friday, December 24, 2010

aggressive end

two ..
 in costume leading one by the tips of the smallest digits to cross the line...
enforcers pulling hard......
aggressive players....
pulling one to have him sign.....
  • the house is clean...
    empty...
    open.........

    .come on in.....
    the bars are polished too.. ..................
    in this case..

    just for you.just for you ..
    the distress is with the girl..
    the one the never talks...
    she is a star......
    the queen ... to the rightest far...
    queen to the ones on the other side.......
    come and sign in... you need protraction.....
  • but you must sign..the given badges......... ..........
    .............with the sharks design...
    .............they will find you......
    forget the glass that hits your head..
    it is just a bruce..
    much more serious is the ones that stab..
    if you can run...
    do it now...
    run to the nearest crowd..

    you will meet the players in the house of fun...
    tell your father ..
    tell him that is done...
    tell him you will be late tomorrow .... ..........

    but it is fun...
    with a broken arm. ...........
    that you can drive

    protract....
    continue outward ..
    delay your time in the fin-of expiration...
    some one will follow .. some will call it fun.....
    the termination of your time..

    prolong in space..
    your time is fixed by law..
    a law that will not change. exploding in your face...

    retract your time...... ..
    give them one.. .........give them lots of space...


    ..................retract your time........

    >>>>and give them one !

Sunday, December 5, 2010

..........feelings

  • feelings arranged in a cert..
    in a way like chairs..
    waiting to be set on...
    to be accursed for a wide insertion of your stay...

Friday, October 22, 2010

VOTE FOR ME

  • deception passing by....
    ........vastly....
    ........falsely .. ........
    as if our feelings...
    our beliefs..
    our dreams .. .......
    .........jousting from the sky.. ........
    .........with wings...with energy to fly...
    extended as if they were beautiful colors.....
    adjustments  to our thoughts ... .......
    ..........thoughts of you and I...
    ..........forever to bring into our life is ...
    ..........a window like the view from a butterfly ........
    ..........double dealing fraud... ........
    mislead....deceive ..
    ingenious acts...of thought...
trickery...
..........intentions of deceit...
dupery....
......... gaining what I need...
when you listen to the air waves...view the picture  of deceit.. ........
of your applaud. it will soon be over...
two more years..... the adoption of conceit...
..........telling of a lie..
in the hope that you not think back...
in order to escape the guilt..
the guilt.. in orders comply...

......... or to gain and end...
and end that will have ramifications for you......
as well as I ...
embrace me ......
..........iamb you.......
the first amendment..... ........
..........where.. ........
..........really........ .......
         .church and state....... ........
the Constitution........
have some tea.....
do not forget about me..
my dog is lazy....lays around......
just acorss the sea.....
.......... does nothing..... and depends on me......
           and he is black.....
and does not know who his father is.
he could vote........vote for me.... just like you and me........

the terrorist are coming from the northern border........ ........
you look Asian ...
TO ME if you are old enough........
............vote for me.....
lets put in place a literal test for those who vote...
as in the old days......
when we kept them away......
can they spell

"Vote"

in English..... .......
.MICACA..
is what they say.....
we will take our country ...back....
small government.....
............this one is telling us what to say.....
the chamber of commerce.............THAT IS SO OK.......

WHY IS THERE FOUR HUNDRED BILLS STALLED THERE......
jobs over seas we are united to to filibuster to keep them there.... .......
...........dummies do not know .... the difference anyway........
           you will see. deregulate wall street...
           corporations can do best..
remember the last eight.........
health care ........
...........please....
           repeal is the way to go. health care repeal it anyway...
 America will take care of us there.
they will vote for me.......
...........it is in the bag..

THEY WILL VOTE FOR ME ?

    Sunday, September 26, 2010

    sunday morning mourning

    .......Yes I do believe in a "Gods Day" .......with the making of a call at six... in amazement that is.. is a -------up.. state of concussion.. what is to day.. like being shaken violently.. in a stunning.. damming way.

    a code of values. .that questions the integrity .. of the one that jumps to answer. want to believe it .... you may have to stay.. inter the one you know.. like a common building block... build them here until he lets you go..

    you can get on what ties this early.. ........defiantly .. is not like any other way..

    it is different..it is existing within the mind... intrinsic....as the brightness of a star.... inherent in my thinking is where you are.. write... explain it .. so that the ones important .. in their internal dialog will surely hear you say ........he is so wrong. so out of touch ... how are we going to believe it ... are you going back.. to see if you are right... you are going find that you are... no need to go so far....that is how you believe ... .........because of your mind... you will find a way to define.. the essential qualities of meaning ..... meanings just so fine..

    • define what was said on that day... when you do...
    • you will feel so much better enter..just stay... . in the softness of laying there.. get up and take a look at what you did without thinking ... an enclave of thoughts.....like a breeze coming our way.. ........without being what you thought was going to happen .. ........unclogging things we say.. ........he is on his way.......
    • in the air of a plane that we .. as integuments.... enclosing... covers of dismay... continue more at thatch .. alarmed at what we now say... .........a change without preparation .. abrupt anticipation. now.......this very day... forget about the goodness that you are feeling.. forget about finding the gold... the richness of a once is very strange... ..........a Averyl not to happen cold.... forever in your mind...a daily thing you live with... ..........amazed that you don't... amused that it does not happen ... ..........disapointment...but not surprised.. happens every day..
    • HAPPENS EVERYDAY ..........at much to my dismay... Sunday morning ..........mourning

    Sunday, September 19, 2010

    Wednesday, September 15, 2010

    obscurity

    • ........shrouded.. ........
      hidden ..
      the darkness of the mind..
      what injuries will we find...
      .........forgotten in the walls of the ones so well defined...
      .........bring out in-to the open..
      benefit ..
      the ones that stay behind..
      .........forgive my passion.. .........
      .........forgive me fair... .........
      .........forgive my expression..
      the rudeness of my song...
      the spinning of what may be wrong. 
      erupting a state of mind.. .........
      .........i know what it is that hurts..
      .........when you hear those words of mine..
    • pear-sing...like a knife..
      like a dagger in the heart..
      destroying what has been defined ..
      ..........a need to be up there ..
      not readily understood..
      ambiguous...
      an equivocal...
      enigmatic..
      ...........state of what we have to yet find... . ....
      ....
      .......vague..
      cynical thoughts of cryptic ideas..
      implying the lack of defined words to have you in my mind.
      deceiving. a purpose to obscure poems ...
      for one to defined...

      you in my thinking to be so fine...
    • again forgive me..
      to continue in a well coveted box...
      so the we do not stray behind..
    • into the air..
      that wonder that may be called a future..
      for us to intentionally conceal..
    • for us to purposely hide the meaning of what we feel..
      in consideration of the hidden..
      make believe treasures there to be deceiving us...
      .........but only in our minds..
      .........consciousness of steel.
      often involving measurements of the state of our mind...
      description..of the reference to occurrences ..
      to record of what we may have done ..
      in an observational well being ..
      so that we have something to offer in time...
      for you to come back and say that you are fine..
      you are well.. .........

      you are in my mind..
      YOU SO VERY FINE

    Monday, September 6, 2010

    lavor to sustain

    the length of time....
    • the years we have ..
      have been there..
      nourished...
      support this thinking..
      .........heavy losses..to withstand...
      .........how will we know if it is today..
      .........can we bring back that time..

      a time.... ...........
      that was the one for us.
    • thoughts of those days like the truth is yesterday..
      because we were young........
      that is why......
      ..........that is why you yearn for yesterday... ...........
      ..........It maybe tenderness.. ...........It -may be things .. you remember of that day.

      ............giernan.....chairein.....hortari... how can we make that one for us.......
      you rule the night.....
      you rule the time...........for me....
      ...........for all to see.........
      ...........to mean the same.. as wistfully...or sadly be....
      what I am doing here this day...
      ...........today........
      ...................
      sweat running down my face.......
      like tears on the sun....
      my ears going deaf....... ............
      ............the loudness of the machine...
      ............composing song for me to sing.........
    • so........when this day is over.....
      ...........Am I still sane..... am I still the same..................
      ...........animals running all around me...
      I will join them to sing a song......
      a dance for rain..
      a dance for the genus porphyry ..
    • in our eyes. in our thinking ..
      this thought will be maintained...

      THIS THOUGHT WILL BE MAINTAINED

    Friday, August 27, 2010

    ......love ?

    • smears-like streaks across the sky's...
      sometimes as beautiful as the ones I see in your eyes....
      never as near..
      .........never as clear..
      .........as when you are here...
    • my love of all...
      my dear.
      melting away the feelings of fear.
    the nearness of you..
    the warmth of your touch ..
    to me .....

    when we realize the distance...
    ..........so far..
    ..........as the sight of a star...
    ..........please help me understand ..
    what is it that I feel.....
    when you and I embrace ..
    the melodies that I hear ..
    ..........and what they are ..
    ..........forgive me my love..
    pretend that you are invisible to all ...
    so that no one suffers....
    for how beautiful you are..
    ..........in real flash....
              I could never accomplish the wish of a star.
              when you are near me...
              those feelings that get in the way.. ...........
    are to all invisible.. ...........
    to be the ones in the sky-
    and not to me at all.

    I want to dissolve..
    melt away..
    be no more...
    to finish it all ..

                so that the beginnings are still fresh there for all..
    nothing left for one to see...
    nothing at all..
    the Oder of love..
    ............the path of emotions..
    ............the lyrics so strong.
    the love of a song.
    the hearts of the ones that are strong..
    infuriating the ones that are wrong. .
    the words.....
    the meaning still there..
    to the ones...
    so wrong in the love of a song..
    love is so wrong....
    so.......wrong.
    the ones that belong..

    Tuesday, August 17, 2010

    creatures of the planet

    1. Who are we... compering our life.. to the brightness of a star...
      at times there .. sometimes to far...
      the master of ceremonies to be.. at times is way to far.. .........

      .to far to compare..
      dreams.. like rings... flowing in the air..
      like so simpler things .. as a vale stroke that is not there..
      like a world of tears to the valley beyond .. dried by the wind ..
      ............... in a stare...
      maybe that is all we are..we do not know..
      these dreams made of paper strings hard to let them go..

      easier to go through the rings ..
      like a magic master of the kings..

      we are so lost in those things...
      that makes us sing..

      like the ones of every day .. around us...
      look beyond..and near too..
      go further then ...
      then standing at the end...
      the brightness of spring..
      confusing the dark thoughts of the king.. ........

      our king......
      the one that we do not understand..
      the one that we..wish to be.
      standing out so far for us to even see
      ..
      saying all those things that make no sense to me.
      we do not know who we are...
      who is near us...
      even in the light..of days..
      the days so bright for us.....
      ..............open your eyes. .........
      ..............speak to the world.. ........
      ..............talk to us ..
      from all points of the state ..
      ..............of the earth..
      and from hell............

      we do not know who we are...
      where we came from..
      deny that we have evolved from nothing..,
      to all.
      creatures.. of this world that we know..
      for now.. only for now..

      AND MAYBE NOT AT ALL !!

      Thursday, August 12, 2010

      unapproachable dignity

      • only when you fall..
        a distance ..
        like hell..
        if we wonder stately and in one voice..
        with dignity on the way down. ........
        tell me how you can tell... ........

        when you are reaching the gates..
        .........
        ........the gates of hell........ ...
        .I want to be there..
        to the end..
        the very one you hear..
        going down is free ......
        free until it's not of free will.. ......
        ...........hang on to your dreams..
        .......... hands on your optimism..

        let go of your fears......
        assemble your strings.. .......
        .assemble your wings..
        going up ..

        will be a flight of your fears..
        see it today.. flaring to all sides...
        ...........sliding on tears..
        ...........when they appear on the gate.
        the gate of sound..
        when you open the rolls..the winds..
      • .........close to the ground.
        imaginings...of winds..
        you have found.

        imagining...
        a beautiful sound..
        they are there ..have been found.
        don't open your eyes ..
        feel the hard of the ground.. ......

        sometimes it bring a remorse..
        distress..from the guilt.

        is a matter of course......

        the past wrongs that you feel..
        at times it brings .. . .........
        ............it will be new.
        ............only for you.....
        remember the source.
        the point of origin..
        the point of remorse ...
        ............it was the top where you were.

        the beginning..source.. .....that of remorse.
        the drain of the gate..
        the fountainhead of the start..
        that's where you were ..
        when you had everything..

        remember the sale...
        .........the wealthy ... the start of the scale... .........
        the glare on your face..
        so hard to define....... .........why...

        don't worry your mind..
        just leave it behind....
      • .........it will be there til the end of your time..
        so far..ones that go in to your heart.
        to the very entrance..
        of the mind....
        in a fabric of nothing..
        a wide glow of your sine.
        when you open your eyes ..
        you will be fine..

        things will be fine.......

      Sunday, August 1, 2010

      colors of thought

      amber images...
      with touches of brilliant red...
      a foggy dream with drippings of confessions...
      ..........offerings ..
      in a very narrow frame, .........

      surroundings .. . .............
      surrounding all of us..
      in a sphere of confusion..
      enclosed from all sides ..
      will not let us out ...
      .........the very sad...
      those clouds that we witness today..
      beyond the reach of those that stray... .............
      that foggy..coloring way....
      .........milky smooth..
      .........all the colors..
      unable to conceive. what it is that I see... .............
      in this beautiful thinking way .. .
      i will remember that it is not like this every day
        the depth of my perception in a very trying day.. .............

        .tomorrow..
        ..................tomorrow .. may I see a physical seance..
        ..................a stimuli ..
        of the concept I have today.. ...............

        come..
        .........come see the windows of pain..
        .........the smears of rain.....
        understand the bight .. . ...........
        .a bend so great...
        lengths of vainly stain.. ............
        the pain I have..is  in whispers..
        in images..
        left on a rainy day....... ............

        ............on a window of this thought....
        ............beyond the reach of what I hear. ............
        that is always there..
        emotions that I can even hear....
        like a frame of the sins .. .
        encountering everywhere... ............
        nothing to say..
        whispers........laud...you can not hear...
        ............voices ..
        intoxicating...with stream callosities for ones very ear....... .............
        to loud to hear..

        • Colors..
          ..........colours..
          ..........colores....appear.. .............
          appear once again in ..in a plane that I can view from here..
          surely some of these will appear ...when my eyes are open..
        • outside of the sphere of a ..
          state that can be very real.. ...........
          very real .....
          as a very....real dream that is right here....

        Saturday, July 24, 2010

        AGAIN


        1. So

        1. ----------it's gloom..
          not just the day..
          but looking..
          hearing the rain .

          ..............the sun still there...
          ..............the view from this window. ..
          voices..in the air..
          music of the county fair.
          the sun to give into your foggy..thinking..way..!!
          the sun to gave in your way..
          ..............ireful to have to see things.
          ..............here by the window as we stay...
          ..............listening to Eric music..
          hear him play a..very could be-wonder-full........day..
          as hot as it is...
          feel chills...and cold
        2. ............i wish i could stay
          ............abrupt angles....
          coming this way..
          confusing the lyrics..a distance away..
          as an open display...
          of anger...
          of the words we hear .........
          words...
          the sounds of the one at play...
          ...............ireful is seeing a cloudy day..
          ...............comforting ones self with jujubes on the very green trees, ...
          ...............peaches there almost good to have........
          green apples hanging in the week limbs of the tree.
        • are they just some of the dreams of me...... .........
          organizer...
          fanaticism.. .........
          tending to tedious tasks. ..
          like ire-inc imitations of what we ask...
          ...............rainbow like..
          ...............lustrous color display..
          is what we see..... 
          thoughts wondering of this very day...
          it's a duty..
          organize your thinking in some comforting way..
        • we know we have to..go.
          we know we have to vacate..
          what we..cry at night..
        • having to immerse..
          to fully engross to relocate. ........
          ............my god !
          ............why is it that I have to this..again again !
          WHY IS IT THIS WAY .......

        Saturday, July 17, 2010

        depressing

        • ........inter.feelings of low spirit now we have you here.. ........
        • in practice..
          in the whole of your energy for one to lose.. ........
          depravity.. as if i .. .. Have to choose..
          allow me to at least ..
          ........breath..
          can we have a derailleur... ........
          in a fog of the ones we care..
          i want to shift the gears to.. what is it that is here.. ........
          ........or there.. ...........
          no rest..
          no comfort for the one here..
          all tears can not find.. with tears..
          one can not see it clear..
          .......bad choices ...
          badly clouded my thinking at the time.. .........
          can we blame love... .........
          it can do that to you...
          blinding the ideas..
          the thoughts...
          ........the way to what is now here..
          a weakness that we care to let you know..
          forfeiting what is going to happen ..
          ........as you go..
          can we adjust to a sad. state..
          sadness again..with tears ..
          for all..
          .......at the time ..the love i had ..
          could have made me do anything..
          all that was needed was a mere suggestion. ..........
          ......and it did.
        • anxiety........
          ......any.. indiscriminately..
          ......disruption..
          disrupting your system of a forever life..
        • even your digestive system..
          all systems ..
          all the same all effected for that year..
          that is here .. .
          that's why we came.
          that is why we are here here..

          ......................in her name.

        Friday, July 9, 2010

        all that I can do

        going to you every day... image of bright, gray eyes still abstracts my way.. making excuses to be there.. if only I could stay.. a bright..gray..light that appears in the night..
        • an ignis.. of my life as it seems to go into your eyes.. .............when your eyes meet mine a forgotten interesting way of me to know.. ............to know when it's time for me to go.. ............seeing a very clear sign... forever.. .............show me a way.. .............look at this place where I'm standing.. .............that's where I want to stay.. Forever is such a short time.. when looking at you. .. . looking at your eyes.. what can I do.. look at this for an explication of a beautiful view.. ............is what I see.. see in you..when I get there.. that is what I do.. ............i do............ to the way it ignites the path... one of a very few... I travel into... a wavering line of this image that is there.. reminding me of you... of the beautiful color of your eyes .. .. again igniting things.. .............in this path I have taken.. taken to reach ....
        reach ...

        ............those eyes i keep in my view. ............turn easterly to your right.. ............allow me to view the greenish..

        blue...

        ............blue..green..beautiful.. ............beautiful...as is you. ............in an instant like a life time ..give me an instant that is longer then forever.... so that I can have with you... ............an instant of forever..... As you inter a positive interlude with those that are close to you.. Close in distance.. .............In distance as I'm to you. .............for that's all that I can really do.. a series of thoughts, indulging in emotions forbidden to my view... shadows of reverie..in a dream like inaction.. ..............for that's all that I can really do

        Friday, July 2, 2010

        imaginal

        Melodies at a distance..I can hear.. songs..lyrics..familier to an ear... vein arias..sonatas..even stick to what I hear.. those things that will be there for a time so... ....lacking a factual reality.. look abound in an imaginary sound of a fear.. somber landscapes.. Arbitrarily..winning years ..........as far as you can see ... ..........See them into what appears music ..again music that one hears.. in a captaining fanciful ever-righteous poetic mind.. look around you.. ...........look again at every sinful..anting fear.. ...........maybe you will find.. ...........injurers of the time. maybe it will satisfy what you and I have in mind. strangeness..vissionary..fantastic.like .. dreams of mine.. ...........an forgetting that lone landscape of the dreams.. ...........Dreams that you and I have had in our time. Or is it an imaginary number..a number that we see.. ...........something visionary..a chimerical quixotic view.. allow me to leave it up to you.. in time we will view.. ...........View a chivalrous devotion.. or an unrestrained all divine objective in it's few. ...........avowing into our sensitives.. the very heart of what will become of me and you.. ...........in this fantasy of what we have in to reading what are dreams.. ...........dreams of fanciful suggestions .. of just a very few. ...........of just the very few !

        Friday, June 25, 2010

        eclipse

        falling into obscurity...
        • a decline...
        • like a very narrow mind.....
          Sees only what he believes....
          like dead leaves falling of the trees...
          .............thoughts..wondering .. thoughts
          .............unsettled minds..
          .............as heavy winds destroying a gentle breeze...
        no capacity..
        no tolerance......
        ......................except the one that can love...
        ......................inebriating a level..in the same sanctity ..
        as the ones above..
        that can love one another with the same feelings of the ones we trust.....
        the ones acceptable to us...
        excitable to all..
        as they are when you reach the top..
        the top of your height..of your ghoul..

        the one that we all have to toll.
        ones in an inviolable raw.
        Strings in tow..
        next to me feeling you.. above it all.
        the allusions of flair.
        suffering obscuring a beautiful image of the body a body so fair...
        so at wonder to touch....
        and to hold.
        bringing out shadows of excitement..
        of emotions that can destroy you in the eyes..
        of eclogue

        of        
        "Vergil's pastorals in poems that shepherds converse"
        As we see the sun doing when it aligns with the stars..
        ...........In our own universe....
        ...........A habitat..
        ...........an increment..of luster..
        of luxurious beauty..
        that you..
        ...........me ..
        our body's forgather would be....
        able to stand.
        stand in a mist of wonder..
        emerged in a solution of love..
        a love that is only found between those ones that can feel the stones .. .

        as they roll on the flash ..
        soothing as is in the bones...

        the bones of our understanding.
        understandings of our own...
        just as hard as the stones...as when we find our selves alone...
        ............when we are alone.
        Suspended to the very end..
        suspended in a dream-like state..
        as we all have at a times there been.

        are we in tune..
        every one to practice an eclectic method..
        a method of understanding so that each one of us can experience what we see..
        what we feel..
        between the fingers...
        the stone...you and me...

        and understand what it is that the sun..
        the stars signifies as they align ..
        also with our son...
        ...........the only one...

        as they will two years so forth...... forth is there to com..

        Saturday, June 19, 2010

        pyramid lake

        STUCK IN THE MUD
        do you remember that day...
        light breeze...
        white clouds...
        the surface was deep..
        ..........soft..
        • wishing we were there..right now...
          progression of a journey still today...
          a withdrawn....
          heterozygous.....
          condition that exists to this day ...
          permission to a given access....
          ..........a design... ..........
          ..........a design for the rest... .........
          ..........the same thoughts I have this day... .........
          .hoping to forget ..
          forget some day ...
          ...........Bruno was happy.....
          As if he is here with me today.. ..........
          i have but look out there.........
          I can SEE him.... ..........
          ...........how beautiful he was....
          ...........the warmth that he brought........
          to the both of us....
        • the ship tipped over...
          lost contact with the world... .........
          no way to say.. .........
          no need to stay... .........
          ...........we will do it some other day no way to do...
          there to stay..
          an Oder of you...
          an Oder of your precedence is here today.. .........

          oxein stimulating......... .........
          emits a sweet pleasing scent
          That is in my thinking..
          When I think of that day.... .........

          When I think of you...
          The water is the same....
          with smears of white....
          patches of blue ..........
          ..........the polyhedron is still in the center...
          ..........the colour of gray..
          the color of your eyes... ..........
                    reminds me of you.. ..........

          the peak of the waves...
          the heights of the wind.. ..........
          the bight on my limbs..
          echoes in my heart... ..........
          as it did that day

          when I was with you...
          I aim my thoughts your way...
          in memory of that glorious day...........

          THAT VERY GLORIOUS DAY

        Tuesday, June 15, 2010

        my day without .. " Merriam Webster "

        fifty five beautiful trees....
        I see them in the morning...
        I see them in the evening...
        gently moving in the breeze...
        with jagged dry limbs sticking out...
        reminders of last years drought...
        they beg for water...
        ........when the well runs dry...
        I worry at night...
        I worry during the day......
        I just hope they don't die...
        ........When they don't get enough water..
        the pecans are small.....
        Again I worry that they may not ..
        produce ........ at all........
        out there early...
        hacking out weeds...
        I keep thinking ..
        ........Why..
        ........Who..
        who gives them their feeds..
        as I walk back to the house...
        I look out west. the sun going down.......
        the sprinklers making a beautiful quest...
        my body hurting from the toil...
        .........Asking for rest.
        Sometimes I worry that three hundred feet below....
        What--ever happens down there ........ .
        the water may not ever again flow..
        In the Small world of one man...
        one can see us all....
        you must believe that we are all here to be as one.........
        or not at all...
        • I crave....
          I pray.......
          I cry ...
          ,,,,,,,,,,,IN MY OWN WAY
          who ever is in charge of the big picture......
          ,,,,,,,,,,,please....
          PLEASE LOOK MY WAY..
          i DO NOT WANT THESE FLINGS OF NOT BEING ABLE TO STAY......
          to help them be healthy...to help them be green...
          to help them grow...
          so that they will ... in the wind sway...
          Is that being greedy........
          to have my say.... my way............

        Friday, June 11, 2010

        diabase..dialogue

        To cover the distortions in a human form..'''..
        .........pervert....image.. .........
        .........whispers of the wind.. .........
        .........my god forgive me for my sin.. ........
        .........together like it's never been..... .........
        engaged in a motion..
        that no one has ever seen..
        .........hypocrisy...puffs of sin..
        .........sour round the grounds..
        eloping on a foggy stream... ..........
        like spines on a cactus field... ..........
        .........scalping...
        middles on a scary dream ..........
        .........withe..''..
        energy of a human spin...
        The yoke in a field of a dream ...
        offerings of imitation..
        like bondage in ones emotions.
        .servitude..in ones imagination.. ..........
        ..........like a smoke screen..
        ..........with narrow visions of what was there. and now only seems... ........
        with the consistency of paper dreams.
        with gerund of the crucifix in broken dreams... ........
        uncompleted actions on what-ever seems.
        enjoying the sound of nothings as we get along.. ........
        ..........fixations of words.. ........
        ..........to me and come fore...
        ..........in a broken spirit of your only.....
        seam.

        to continue in a vision of nothings... .........
        in the spines of the plantings..
        with very red..
        very bloody hands ...
        promoting those views to whom ever ...understands... .........
        ..........Understands with blank expressions on the wideness of the sand
        ..........The firmness of whatever you can stand... ........
        images of your...hands.. ........
        for whatever you may see in there to understand..
        ...........Again I say.....
        ...........this time with OH God forgive me for my sins... .......
        .in a plural phrase of the words .. .
        God forgive us for our sins.

        OUR SINS....

        Monday, June 7, 2010

        from journey to ixtlan

        "...a warrior is a hunter: .............
        he calculates everything,
        That is control, but once his calculations are over, he acts, ............
        ...........that's abandon,
        the mood of a warrior allows him to hold on to himself,
        and let go of himself at the same time. .............
        a warrior is not a leaf at the mercy of the wind,
        no one can push him:
        no one can make him do things against himself,
        or against his better judgement. .............
        a warrior is tuned to survive,
        • and he survives in the best of all possible fashions. ..............
          A warrior could be injured but not offended,
          for a warrior there is nothing offensive about the acts of his fellow man,
          as long as he himself is acting within the proper mood.... ..............
          To achieve the mood of a warrior is not a simple matter,
          it is a revolution,
          to regard our fellow men as equals is a magnificent act of the warrior's spirit. ..............
          it takes power to do that........

          ." FROM JOURNEY TO IXTLAN--THE LESSONS OF DON JUAN"
          ...................CARLOS CASTANEDA.....................

        Sunday, June 6, 2010

        images

        your image emits a synchronized beam of energy.. ......
        it is when my thoughts enter ..that stage.. .......
        .........in a gaze..
        .........the beauty of your eyes..
        Appear to me .. like a fog..
        with edges in colour .. .......
        like a wide..
        .........strange haze...
        the color that is real..
        emerald is.. ..
        .........blue..and yellow too..
        becomes a vitreous exertion....
        a luster..
        a translucence of the beauty...
        • that I see when I think of you..
          The memories of your touch..
          your being...
          ..........next to mine..
          a perceptual effort...
          a vitrification..of a love that was .. -------...--
          and now is just a memory ....

          I do live there..in that stage of love.. .........
          in that process that is.. .........
          ...........El tener todo el carino y vencer mi cuerpo para siempre.. .........
          ...........Y volver ah ti..en me mente temblando como en miedo ..

          that's always in my thinking..
          ...........pensamiento eres tu..
          ...........entre mi.. .........
          ...........Es una memoria........
          ...........memoria..nada mas..
          ...........en esta memoria es que veo yo tus ojos tan lindos..
          ...........del color de el cielo..

          un cielo maraviyoso..que cuando se acava..
          se ve el color de tu maraviyoso pelo tambien.. .........
          ...........Tanvien estan en esta memoria....
          ...........suspended in beautiful images..
          of the ones that you are..
          the way I saw you last...
          keeping me going so far...
          so far.......

          .........esta tan lejos de mi amistad...!

        Thursday, June 3, 2010

        life at this moment

        Dragging a life..with a very thin rope.. at times it lags behind .. it snags on patches of hope parallel to the opposite of what would be good... these kind of feelings can... and will make it .. in time misunderstood...... dragging behind... incorrectly..misinterpreted uncontrolled..archaic...ungovernnable..that could affect us all... worn out..seems as though it's time....... .........time ... to hear the call. sometimes it jumps up on a hill of an optimistic scope.... it seems harder some times because of what I see in the day.. harming...destroying the visions of that hope.... there is no hope for changes..I believe that what is here ...is here to stay... some times when I get up... in a very beautiful day.. flowing in lovingly goodness of what I had to say... .................say to the ones .. important that day. I know the way it is, because of when I think of you... it's done to start the day ...........your image is a mission happens every day.....for me to start the day dragging a long life.... the hardship of a sustainable .. a long an hard pull.. to make it work for you... and for me.... sometimes for all to wonder.....what I have been.... what is left for you... and for the finish product that you see... is like feeling good when you haven't won the game... maintaining...excepting..-.. the embrace of others just to be the same fooling what you feel within you... degrading the injuries that can... and will be the intent to be the same.. at times I feel like crying....but no tears are there.. no ........there is no .one to erase the hurt.. no one could bee....or be... In the place of the every day struggle to tow the life... a life that is becoming more.. more a drag.. sometimes I feel it right behind my heel...scream.... is what I want to do.....scream is what I feel.. It got so close to me because it reached a winning streak.. maybe I did not hurt that day.... maybe I did not bleed...only to find another way to cry .. reach a scratch of a bloody patch... have to work to make it stop..........before it it gets to be ENCOUNTERED. encountered with something worse to come... like a blind spot on a story .. a story that hasn't happened yet.. a towing life is an accoutered song.. a fading which is wrong. a fading all it's own. all it's very own.

        Monday, May 31, 2010

        night objections

        1. I see a fog below..in a swirling confussion..
          slowly..dry..
          I feel the motion safely up here..
          from all kinds of dangers.......... ........
          ...........like the ones that lie the ones that cry.......
          ...........can not as I ...
          ...........can fly..

          the twisting..swirls... prohibit the ones that die
          ... .......there are machines down there....
                     Machines with wings...
                     eyes on the tips ...............
          Eyes that stare...
          with swishing movements... the sticking eyes..
          thicknesses of confrontations of living...
          ...........life below With bleeding hands..
          Wings .. with arteries ..
          flooding everything ..
          ...........the neurones of the minds..we know.
          Abjection's to the cry..
          the narrowness..A humbling rejection...
          to the minds below...
          ............ everything becomes very slow.. ..
          the fog is blinding.. coming up with stains from down below....
        2. wonderment obsessions....
          habits that we have and adore..
          not know any better...
          feels just right..
          to voice them to others proclaim .....

          abhor trying to impress others ...
          Machines impress us with their power..
          what you believe...is a dream..
          .............dreams.can be false......
          dreams are just for us repeaters are follower..s..

          Therefore when one repeats.. is s not the same..
          nor the one It's just a dream...
          .............we can only fly in dreams..
          Dreams of sweet machines..
          that can terr your thoughts apart..
          Dreams can be heaven..the ones that you want go back to..
          ............ It's the ones that terrorize you...
          .............frightening..feelings of anxiety..
          .............terror ... the one with all the fires..
          that can reach up there.. in your minds mirror....

          Both could be saying things to you in your subconscious.
          . mental activities of what you may be ...
          doing..
          .thinking..
          or believing..
          .............or bereaving whats a nightmare...
          .............that's what you are saying.....
          next day.. ....

          next day......

        Saturday, May 29, 2010

        perseveration

        in search of the old..
        my mind is now in a state of peripatetic..mold.
        inferences to the most..grievous .. .....
        a kinetic energy to find the gold
        • That I can not avoid.........
          ..........Ineluctable..
          ..........unable to resist the changes in my soul.....
          seemingly like a social disparity... .......
          a paramount ..
          abrasive injury...
          the feelings of waif...
          ..........flopping in the wind of my internal dialog.. ....
          ..........of the soul. ..
          like tinnitus of an urgent call...
          needing help..
          .assistance with the road that I have been in today ..
          listening to you......
          ..........of all..

          no need to find me... .......
          allusions of me are gone...
          hearing all of you in one voice...
          ...........in unison to hold ..
          takes a vast amount of courage..
          pleading for me to be there in the old.
          your group is the twelve small birds.....
          ............the one voice.. the old
          ............because of what you have been told.
          ............the internal dialog of my soul.

          like the many small quail that I see today running..
          That is the way it feels
          to have to take you there..
          the need I have is the need .. of us all..
          ...........is that what makes us be the same...
          ...........be looking for gold..
          together like the tiny birds that I see out in the sun..
          ...........sparklers on my soul

          ............out in the yards of a watery hole..
          I will never hurt you..
          in periodic intervals,,,,a cyclic way of thinking....
        • I will whole the Idea as if you were in there too.
          to tomorrow and beyond...
          I will still be looking for the change..
          ...........the ineluctable an irrefutable even strange......
          ...........there is a need to change..
          things are not the same as when I got here.
          then I had the means to be near..
          ...........now it hurts...
          .......... it hurts to know what I have to do...
          and to do the changes own my own...


           that's what is near...
          it is very near....... 

          a very persist tic...mode..........alone........

        Saturday, May 22, 2010

        imagination

        1. your nearness gives pleasure to the senses..
          it makes a plateau .
          .a golden hue.
          embracing me and you...
          ..........a stable condition on my feelings...
          ..........a range of emotional excitation.
          .interjecting a beautiful view.
          like when the sun is about to set.. .....
          ..........my body stops..
          ..........I cease to exist..
          like the sun ceases..
          at that moment projecting beautiful rays.
          feelings inter my existence.
          as when you inter my embrace..
          enclosing a love..
          ..........a grace of...
          ..........something far above.. ..
          ..........leaving just a trace .. .
          as a delicate..
          and lovely melody..
          dances inside my mind..
          ..........entangles tunnels..
          ..........vissions..
          ..........glorious..views..

          as if I was intertwined in the flash of those you left behind..
          when I think of you...
          ...........as if your touch is real..
          in my imagination is what I feel.
          ...........when you leave.
          .is like when the melody ends..
                     the sonatas...
          ...........the voices of the arias....
          ...........gone from the voices that were there.

                     tears so vast..
          so great that interrupts the rain..
          like the grains of send.
          ............in a river-bed...
          moving like the blood in a vein......
          disturbing your en brace.
          tears that disturb the beauty that was there..
          just before I feel your touch....

          ............once more it's just my imagination .. .
          it is therapy..
          it is the needs of much......
          ...
          it's the sadness part of my voice..
          my imagination..
          becomes excitation once agar....
          once again..
          stabilizing a culture in my heart..
          stabilizing the purity..
          the purity of love.....
          That has been left......
          afar-

        Friday, May 21, 2010

        subject to confinement

        sorrow well defined..... things that happened.. while inside .. still vivid in your mind... who would have imagined..even think of the.. crowing injections into the plasma of the thoughts to come.... to be there you will always find... ..or even fined.. collectively .. suspending the material in your mind...material whom would be thoughts ... Thoughts that will never come... see it now you are out.....leave it...un-remember... the geometrical ideas that are yet to come. the symbolic avenues that are ingrained ...engraved in your mind.. Geometry so foreign to your thinking...shapes of progression... shapes of regression... in the occurrence of the time... geometria..overwhelmed the detention... of the time... now here your find yourself as the object of concessions to us for all .. .. a study for all to get in line. nothing has been found.....nothing of the kind... you will forever be inflicted with the dirt..the scum... there will be times when you touch your-self... in the feelings..raw in your hands ... your thoughts ... your over bearing distractions that you do...to you.............. because of the things that came. .. .....that happened... they were there.... they were true.... forgive all... forgive them just the same... they were there just as you were ... convicted of a crime... a crime not well defined... it happens on the road.... it happens in the store...... the store of all the one that have to get in line .... .. what did you forget..... you forgot to run... You can not run.. if the guns are in the back...just as they are front. Whats the point in running.. the copters are in the air.. just as you were there.. the lights so bright... they can burn you... they can turn you.. For the crime of a gift... a gift of the gods....to us .. because that's what it is...it will only strengthens with the other gift of time... no one will ever eradicate it.... it just keeps getting stronger...they will be behind...as they have always been... behind with their money....insulated with their greed... promoting the lie...lies of the war on....good things.... it provides a good living for all the ones in their families too. just as long as they believe like you.. as you.. all the judges have it on... all the lawyers have too....why should they give it up...it's such a good give...put in the books.. and all the warms will pay...and pray.. you and I have to believe in prayer... what else is their understanding...just look at Fridays local rag...and you will see the propaganda....please believe in me.... believe in me.........in me. your conviction is right there and then.... just when you may think you have friends that will be there too. you realize that it's not the same as what they said last night it may even be them that lie to the ones.. the ones that got you here. got you there to get you in the state that you are in right NOW. the jealousy of the time..remembering every one... free music... free everything....just when it's time to count you in... you are never there..... you are never there...

        Tuesday, May 18, 2010

        allusions of the soul

        Distractions of the mind.. inside.. the vacuum... that you find.. Wondering ..alluvium is my soul.. is the emptiness of deranged..or just.. grief..anxiety.. can you tell me... mental amusement..or just.. maddened..troubled.. Amazement ..or just distractive.. to distrain.. may you come to me in a state of your insane. tow my distance.... tow a wonder..so the world can be the same..... the same as when you can ... you can arrange..... we hear..we listen..angels... and enemies here too.... in a denouement makes them ..appear.. to me as you.. untying the knot...that is so hollow.. inside the celestial. hierarchy... what makes them.. the enemy... in my soul... an attendant spirit..has been stilled.. and stole maybe we are here to draft a beginning.. or maybe the beginning is already here... tell me what it is that I need to know... are we starting to come into existence... my feelings are beginning to be.. are we touching.......... tell me so we can be...... originating..in the least degree... I don't know... I don't know what it could be.. we should just...... just thank thee.... thank thee

        Friday, May 14, 2010

        felicity

        happiness is a random feeling...
        happiness is ..no mail today...
        Bach..Rachmaninoff..
        even making up with your friend..
        your lover...
        your neighbors barking dog..
        ..........knowing where you stand...
        happiness is the sounds that water makes as it travels down the way..
        rushing at times..
        but sometimes ...
        ..........slowly going on it's way.
        happiness is Genesis..linkin Park..
        and the key-boards of Triumvirate...
        ..........so outrageous and the way ..
        ..........the way that you hear it play...
        happiness is when you say..
        the way you stay.
        ..........and sway..
        you bring a sudden beauty..
        you make the words come true.
        ..........just by being you...
        happiness is green.. ..
        look at the trees.. ..
        look at the way they stay..
        .......... they sway.
        it's the wind that makes them be that way....
        for now your hand is here..
        it's near to my embrace..
        finds it all so.. one can touch the nearness of a kiss..
        ...........touching of your lips ..the sweetness of your face 
        happiness is what it is...
        happiness is me .. on a dream of the day..
        ...........the day you were here..
        for I believed that day will stay..
        like a fine perfume..
        as the scent that I can feel....
        when you are so near....
        • and yet so far away.....
          happiness i felt today...
          your words seemed so near...
          as near as the smiles I see when I think of you..........
          The smiles that make you so beautiful...
          ...........the feelings that you bring in one...
          ...........that I will always have to do....
          to do again in the happiness of you.... ...
          of you being near once again.....
          ...........don't leave....
          ...........don't change....
          because the way your are is happiness...
          In my mind.....
          that is what your are to me.......

          happiness.....felicity to happiness !!

        Sunday, May 9, 2010

        NOW I SEE IT

        The fact that sometimes I'm amused..sometimes I'm sad .. sometimes I think I know what to tell you..what WILL I say to you.. and then there are times that I don't.. I can not recognize my feelings But never has there been the time that I'm glad... never. tell me that it's time for me to realize the meaning of your actions.. withdrawing your support .. tells me what it is that I have to do.. the message it factious.. I guess the whole picture is beginning to present it self to me...to my eyes. I did not believe that a tree... that has been in the ground for twenty three.. .. ..years.... would fall so easy with one jerk of a phrase.. one meaning to it's face..... I don't have time to plant another one that would last that long.... it may be time to culture the one that are there...bring them along.... I should compromise my position..I should just agree with whatever.... say yes..to be with you... with your incendiary... false...ideas... that have a small of the flailing that you do... two weeks ago you had said.....live in my place....live with me....i gather that at the time I was so fine...adjective was .. was in your mind. Such a short time ago I was denoting a quality.. in your mind it demonstrated the the utmost believes that you had... Now your actions demonstrate the insecurity..the insincerity.... the childishness of of that invitation. I can not even imagine that ever happening... ever.... the mendacity...the timing was not available to you... Now I hope that what you...and..I.. the adjustments that we have to do.... the enormity... of the believes that we have... to be so anxious.... that our daily activity do not have to suffer because of you.... because of me.... of me too..... for it was I..that uttered the words that were so offensive to you.. offensive........they happened to be untrue.. .. untrue. Te pido que me perdones,ise un error que no puedo diculpar....

        Saturday, May 8, 2010

        IT'S JUST A DREAM

        an image blended itself into my dream..... my dream was about a wide...a beautiful moving stream.. the image of angels.. of white angels re-living the turmoils... In the dark-black soil of the ones that fail..... the image appears in my mind when I'm awake as well... when i think of you.. .. the words that you have said to me in .. ..as arbitrarily.. as is my soul. erased the beauty .. that I saw.. made as dark as the water..became .. . after you waded in side of meaning...for us to see.. fanciful..is . quixotic..unreal what you say to me. the meaning of what your words can be.. what your words mean .. .. a realization..a chimerical.. is the meaning that I see in my dream.. I was a cocoon..a white cocoon.. I could not move..just going down the stream.. the meaning of what you said.. are as shrapnel embedded in my..thinking.. know that I would rather give up... what you mean to me... the love that I have for you... all the good things that you are.. have been. I will give up.. Rather then believe what you are saying.. the line that you tow.. the understandings that you have are not for me... not even for you... you just don't know.... YOU JUST DON'T KNOW........

        Monday, May 3, 2010

        estrangement

        my feeling are shattered.. they are a shred of the product at the end of time....... my emotions are as a graft..alignment..... of the monitor ..of an injured heart.. as my thinking...may continue.. may be in the parallel of a divided line. in..and there......couthe be aligned. like the stars do in a billionth year.. as they do when we are so far apart, our thinking...like a cosmic vastness our beliefs....... that far apart..... to break a once united image.. the individual statements in my existence today you are.. damage..the fruit..demolish... disintegrate a breaking heart.. drop the leaves, the pedals like clouds .. .. falling down from the sky is a wondering line.. to meet you and forever be again as it was before.. degrade the parts..OR... uniting our thoughts..our beliefs..as they were before.. to make a sense of to togetherness...... before it's to late......before it's to .. and beyond. Beyond the reach of a love that can fall apart.. the energy, the intensity to get this far... when two signs of fire energize as one.... may never come back as it once was... once was one ....

        Saturday, May 1, 2010

        a score of zero

        love is not just a condition, not a feeling.........of.. odd being alive, of being there in the light......love is not just you beaming tormented with the torrents of a line of exquisiteness of what you have been through, or that you may in time be brought back to .... what you were, Love is not your every day occurrence that happens to .. just the ordinary , the small of mind ,...........love is there to destroy... to build... to honer... to bring .... to concur to engulf to .. out do .. to paint to erase to shoe.........to bring you back to what you may have to do ... to understand what is sphere in the first place........ look. In the pain, the hurt, the immensity of the whole being......... how....tell me HOW can you, can I. believe that LOVE is blind, love is .. what ever hits the enormous extremity of you . all of you. at once.. to blind you fore....that moment , that moment could be forever... to find you in what ever you may..have encounter in the feelings of that moment. .. that forever moment.............. it could for the time of would me, and you be in the most outrageous ... OUTRAGEOUS .. way be into you and into me at the same time ..... without you ever being in there at all. go......Love is a moment....love is a life time.....GO and find the one that hit you with that time in your life...see if you can really remember the time and how it felt at the time........ allow the healing.....allow the interlude of what has happened........sit.... sit down..and be the one that brings out the ones to you , and be accommodating to the ones that need.....that have to be reminded of what it was......of what it can, will............ don't just allow them to be...may still be .. infested with that feeling.. that fragment .. that draws you so close to .. and makes you forget the the rose......... the rose is that view in your mind of the beauty that you can't forget...it was so good...so fine......so good to feel in the heart...in the existence of that moment in time we had.........shared....inbraced together. on time long ago..............very long ago.....no more time to go........................and go.

        egregious thought

        today's feeling are an eraser of yesterday. .. Yesterday should not have happened, it should have been deleted from my time. no way out for me....had to have it confront. When you love some one for reason that are beautiful... like the one..as I can see how your are. bring on the way they are.....beautiful..wonderful disposition...displays of genuine..emotion...a range of pleasure to the .. senses...to the existence of the one in mind....my emotions are injured...are..hurting because of what you have to bring into my mind. because of the persistence........that you can bring... that you reword the one in the front of you... resistance.....of what you are saying...the .. speech...YOUR speech .. that you are doing now.. help me understand..correct what it is that I do not know... what IS it that I'm missing .. in what you are saying.. the er-ea in your sources..SAY......... in the way you may be presenting.......this !......I want to be able to bring back yesterday........ you may want to hear... to listen... and to be your own .... Your own author of what you want to say... of what you believe... absorb..unite your thinking before you make a display of your thoughts to others...the ones that have a different point of view then what it is that you do.......... the one that have different...philosophy of Ideas as foreign to you may have to be true..// asking to forgive....I could...when i can settle a score in my beliefs...when I can be really indifferent..intolerant to my own energetic.. and abundance..... of my thought... of what i really know to be the truth.......The Truth in my mind... you ... following others that are not to be .. genuine...the games they play is an effort... the display of distortions... are a display .. of torture in my mind.....I see you in the grip of the ones..the others.. that are really out of their intentions... for the ones that..have become as you are... I want to understand..... help me....HELP ME...to believe the way you are......other then what I see in the inferiority of you intentions to the ones..... loyal in your mind......

        Sunday, April 25, 2010

        uncertainty

        the mood is here..is there.......came into me like a Field of unwanted heat......unwanted air.......... dubiety...stresses..what I find myself in today loneliness in the flash..........Ianthe way I lay myself to rest .......today..long is the dream..the dreams of what it may.. beautiful..day..so much to do....here i lay in a state of disarray..... Skepticisim...suspicion...evidence of the mistrust.. of the frugality .. that we have today..... suspicion. stresses the lack of faith.......the reality of what is causes that is the way. I lay on my back...with the mind of .. wonderment for I feel the darkness coming my way..I try not to service the need I have to be..angry...be destructive in the way I know how to be with me... In the flash. in the veins I can see the colour coming to the surface of the injuries....and well mental injuries...feelings .. that we all some how enjoy..must .. enjoy the emotional hurt... how good it feels to hurt as is that way... An out let that has been provided by the complexity of nature...the wonder.... of a design...for us not to be able to even comprehand...ever..should I dare say Forever ?...........the indulgence of a life time here ...now..........maybe never.... there has to be a way to.....have.....to dislodge the impotance....the..movement of those that see it that way.... lets find a way....together.. a sovereign .. meaningful .. part of the day. do when we may extend it do others .. lets isolate a dimension..lets eclair..points of our feeling ..like frosted sweetness..so that we can change the mood .. to reach those who we are.Then...THEN we can do the things that need to be done.....today....

        Tuesday, April 20, 2010

        delightful

        to feel a lovers passion.......overmastering .. feelings ardent.. affection................ love engulfs us together. an embrace of sudden energetic beauty.. all over my own being.systematic embrace.......... forever I will stay in you............in the fallen you .. warm excited...grace... feelings..zeal...excitement.persuit.. the warmth that is you when... WHEN will I ever know that.. even if it was only two....seems so much longer then two...days....again it is you.. if it's only today.. only one day.........remember my love.. remember after love........remember dias despues...........i will be there.....my love. euphoriaum.. I will feel again familiar is a way..........swayed..affected..of an inter wined desire to be................a coherent thoroughness... our bodies together..... introduce your love to me.. to my..to the observation of my mind..........the state I want to be...... elation. euphoric grace.. like a drug with you in my embrace.............. My love together again we will be today...... just like yesterday.......you leave as if you were forgiven...... forgiven of the passion in your heart .....into your forever being of mine .. ask me..... ask me....if we can blend this image of a love like no other.........then we can celebrate a true forgiven love.... For others to believe .. for others to understand where we are... some one will give your hand to me in the name of .......love.

        Sunday, April 18, 2010

        lonely road

        so long ... loneliness is long........maybe even forever.........or til you expire....along the descending.....line of a journey that one ends when you end............stirp...linege of ancestors ... passing by with you next to them in a line of life... you may encounter the fine, the wrong, the eagerness of the ones that use you, use that road to extract the lies,the truth,.........even the faith that one possess......is extracted beyond the reason of ones that pray.... .. they prey... believe in what you see, and what you hear may be..........those voices that constitute that internal dialog of forever...... in you voice....your inner voice....that no one hears....but you....... don't pray for the lonely.. don't pray for the difference in what you may find.... pray for the ones that have to be in line...................the line that the politician has .. and will .. define...............the one with all the controls, all the ordering in to..day. the day would have been just fine............ engage this today....engage what is there,,, in.time you finally fined the real arguments that do us what we were in the last......time .. of the ordinary...windows of your mind .. that ones that forever will... will see the openings that are there.. in so many years of the journey that we find .. SO long .. so long in this very troublesome .. time.......at random....canvassing opinions of this....the poll of our being here .. in... being with display.. of the ignorance of our time............this very unusual........and ugly demonstrations of the ones that hearing the lies, the distortions, the projections of the leaders of those that .. correcting this lonely road will some day be in the line... the line of fire with my scope on their mind.........find me here...find me hear...........in today .. the lonely road of my line....

        Saturday, April 17, 2010

        dusty lane

        white ford SUV coming fifty per hr attached to a cell phone.......... fifty in a 15 mile Zone...........she lives half a mile away southeast of my ten............believe my dismay.........dust allover my house, my car, my pump..........everywhere... just washed my car.......thought i would go somewhere.................wash it again. I know this a dumb thing to blog on....I live in a rural erea...on a dirt road, there is a Rd. called Dusty lane close by,and this lady drives by every ten minutes at 50 miles per hour, she seems oblivious of her surroundings, I use to wave at her, but her cell phone always entered-feared with my salutation, so I just stopped waving, and now I'm starting to make the sign of slow-down I'm hoping that some day she will notice and even maybe know what that may mean I have figured out that she may-be a stay at home type, with a child, and she drives the child to the corner to the school bus, and picks the child up , and during the rest of the time she just drives like hell on Dusty lane... I keep wondering what her man may say to her about the dust on the car, who changes the oil, the filters, the window-washer, and so on, I drive very care-full on Dusty lane so to avoid as much of the dust as I can, and yet I have to do all those changes on my car, often. I also know that the neighbors to the south of me have a teen-ager named DUSTY, and I keep thinking that they may have named him after Dusty Lane, if I ever talk to him I may ask him, but then I think what if he is insulted , what will I say then. You see folks I can say things without my usual style of rhythmic sayings... thanks for your ear.........

        Thursday, April 15, 2010

        deceptive act

        • email....
          invitation secret shopper....
          curiosity fraudulent parring on greed..
        on participation..
        ...........of the ones that need........
        incentive
        inducement...
        checks within four hours ...
        ............my dog chasing UPS...
        ............through the bed of flowers.
        Confusion, how can that be
        no one will ever send checks so quick to me......
        Instructions of...the greed within the hour follows........
        take it to the bank get your money quick,
        ............take your cut right there....
        ............send money to Manila.............
        should be within the hour.
        I don't know what to do........
        the rules of fair play the rules of honesty.
        can they apply to crooks.....
        • think...

          Think where you have been...
          the years of the past..
          ones that you have met..
          remember the blade inches from your face...........
          when they took your ride away.
          Meeting with the press,
          meeting with the law.........
          providing information..
          data of sequences to have in line for you act in your capacity...........
          have them on file...
        • have them printed out...
                  engage the crooks audacity......
          ........Imagine a fine,
          quite morning cent of coffee....
          confrontation of statistical theory........
          with this offer to act now....
          the money is on it's way.
          ............make two hundred ...
          promotions of deception...
          can your day... Some one tried to scam me..
          send me a cashiers check for $3,200.00 and then they send instructions for me to go deposit it in my bank, keep $200.00 and wire the rest to some one in Manila PI. Do we have those kind of scams else where ? or is it just here ?

        Tuesday, April 13, 2010

        dias despues

        In time we will know.....we will find that over-all feeling... intimate..feelings of... friendly course we have done the ones to be into you....into ..end........ wondering...response... firm...restrained..... energy..chemical activity in my veins.....missing. relationship that is quantitative between you and.. the process..lease that will never be.............between you..u.. us... What I'm seeing..now....stoic..is it... saddens..... meaningful, association..between you...me pattern of interaction.......gone.. tears..tears will flow.under what we said we would be...remember..after love..remember...my love....xxxxxxx...just remember... fraces De amour en UN carino.......vello...veyo..era asi..ayer.. my amor.... te espero...... Te espero.. que vuelvas .... que huelvas.... a mis brasos Ha abraso.. clearly marked identity... I see ... is not their..not .. us...not there... intoxicated... addicted...toxicity of love....it was. Emotion..could it end like this... how can it be...how can it possible .. dare...dare without proof.. give false appearance...pretend... spend the night....in a somber embrace..of defiance to my feelings..my aches...of the heart..without sleep..without a way out of the reliance of you...questions..in my mind ...the endangered post.diversion of what was...and no longer is....lying..here forever..it seems...foreveritseems....

        Saturday, April 10, 2010

        after love

        • suspended;.........
        suspended in a dream....
        .........a dream of what you are..........
        .........temporary function....
        .........the chain......
        Shaine of love supply:
        Uncertainty.....
        the cells that feed my love.......
        .........withholding..
        .........widening the extreme chord to my existence......
        the bruce's that you see, are from the night before..
        .........my lips......
        .........your lips...
        inflamed from the embrace..the passion ..from the violence;
        the violence of the night..of the love...
        of the world we shared ....
        that's what I feel today...
        It's not sadness that you see..
        It's not the glaze in my eyes.....
        that seems so far away..
        it's from the passion that we shared.........
        share again today.
        Look at my face...
        look at my eyes...
        look at my lips..........
        ........what do they say...what do you see................
        never mind what you think........
        a colloidal size emotion.......
        mental..suspension..
        excitement....
        character of the night before..........
        before it will be..................
        • AGAIN IT WILL BE...
          susceptible sensation..
          sensibilities..feelings..of temptation............
          on the eyes of the surroundings...
          ..........no one will ever see....
          no one will ever.........
          like.....
          as you and me........
          together again..lets let ourselves be free................

          again.  ..  ..  lets be free !!

        Friday, April 9, 2010

        my love

        through the leaves...
        • moving gently with the breeze...
          i can see the brightness of the sky.....
          as if it is your eyes...............
          ..........the blue of your eyes.... ..........
          ..........tears...
          ..........combinations........ .........
          .the hue of your hair....
          blurring the sounds...
          sounds of small birds
          .........whisperings in the air air.....
          the feeling I have as when you are there....
          .........you are their..in a depth....
          .........a perception.....
          penetrating....deep within....
          .........within my heart..
          .........within my passion.. .........
          like a preeminent stare. frozen..
          Cold...bluish.........
          that portion allowing..between gray..green
          ..........and violet...........
          the violence of my passion..... ..........
          for the yellow softness ..
          feelings I have there..... ..........
          ..........the nearness of you...

          ..........my sweet...... ..........
          ..........of you...
          allowing a passage of my love..
          for the entrance to your being.....
          ..........faster...
          fastens the rhythmic..
          contractions of the image of you... .........
          .in your heart............
          .inside of you..ism seeing.
                     The leaves look yellow..
          the branches look golden like ....
          the ones around your eyes....
          like the ones that make you as beautiful as you are........
          ............freezes a stare...
          ............as a cover of perennial ICE.
          floating like an ice...burg

          glowing in the sunset of you eyes..........
          melts it softly into the sea of your presence.
          of the beauty that I see..
          ...........that I feel....
          ...........when you are near....
          ...........be near to me...
          no need to wish..........
          for it is what I feel............
          allow me............ allow me to be near. .the sweetness of your breath.. ...........
          bring it here... ...........
          like the feeling I have whenever you are near....

          Whenever you are near.

        Saturday, April 3, 2010

        immigratus

        become stabilized........
        ..........ENTER........
        no need to be native...
        permanent.....why ?
        welfare to you.........
        you were scraped from cncnC....
        for saying the same.
        ........laugh... the other side..the..quality of the state.......
        ........state ?
        sprinkling victims.. an custom.....
        offer sacrifice what I do to you..
        ........my citizen.s....
        Sacrificial....victims of the south;
        South ? so far south even the tip of the world to be in.
        ........Sign here,
        I have done the paperwork for you..
        really no need to know or even speak, the language......
        no need to know. traditionally not moral ..
        principles not held  ..
        lasting fame...
        ........those who will burn in hell.......
        ........my government Greek/Roman....god,
        ........crouped officials..swear, and cast the spell........
        We bring to you.unsuspecting citizens of the north, pay your due...........
        ..........pay your tax....
        ..........say nothing and relax.........
        Rolling stones.of the south...we are here...
        we will help you do your fax...
        I will stay in line..until you are done.
        .........as a good American I will pay the fine.....
        .........n...
        pay my tax.
        spasmodic origin,
        cough your lies,
        .........cough ...
        you ..r.. metallic lies,to the flies
        the one that go north and establish ties.......
        and send my money south,
        and to the Caribbean sea........
        ..........forces me to stand in line..at the stores........
        every one can, and...do see.
        We rider...the horse....paying dues to gambling..to.......wait for me........
        ..........casino.rambling...
        ..........boss..paying less for working horse........
        the fields are grown to fill the bin in the north.."
        if I can't pick your ground,
        will pick up what I found "
        ..........amused.....
        ..........fun.....
        NO.......we are saying to those........
        about the human working horse.
        .........Enough...ENOUGH.......
        we won the war....
        we now own the the ground...
        stay away.in the deserts of the arizonasand..
        .........Look...
        Look up and see the score.......
        and.sound...
        .........and .. ground..
        we find you hiding.....
        ........fighting.......eating the strangest.seeds.....
        planting on the ground..
        even in the ground.
        ........we hear that our leaders are go..89..ing making...
        rights. on the emigre..we will make it right..
        everyone will be right.
        .........Out in the light...
        in the eyes of the ones that have to pay .....
        have to..
        you believe that the ones here will stay. What You Want,
        What you Believe....we hear you open..
        we hear you. but it's us that say....
        .........you have nothing..to..say....
        Citizens.. are you tired.....
        are you tired...
        supporting the ones that bring the ones the bring the one that we have to embrace...
        down there money..
        here and have to their way........
        • I cry..
          I pray...
          I hurt...what can I....
          what can do....
          to make you believe that I'm here too.....what can I say ...
          can you see where we are ..can you see what we have to do /
          .........work so hard for you...
          .........just for you.....
          can you even imagine that we feel for you....

          ........you....
          devoid.....
          of the image of a population that is greatly effected...
          greatly impacted by you....
          we are........

        Saturday, March 27, 2010

        PERFIDIOUS

        • Reckless in my speech i stand here with my slick.....
        I stand here..I'm the one that is per-ported to be.........
        I know you..I know what you want,
        what you are looking for..
        what you want to hear..
        ........steadfast..resolute..faithful..adherence..
        ........to my spill....
        you look so small to the ones that know the truth................
        .......will..... ....
        in time the wavering allegiance..
        will stand..be...will be still-ed
        .......manipulate ..counterfeit..........
        .......sham
        ..
        is what I do to what is..truth..
        I pass worthless imitation.. for what is real..
        for what is really in the still.....
        • I know you believe....
          ..........you are a blur..in the dust.. of what is real...
          ..........in the wind of this desert...standing still..
          I stand though...
          my slicker voice hard to really understand...
          who cares what I really mean......
          only that I'm here.
          You like my pink ?? church members.........
          ..........stand...in full communion..
          ..........faithful..believers...
          of my contribution to literature..we can all go rogue....vagrant---tramp---dishonest///
        • too.....?
        .................
        • destructive,vicious..animal----

        mischiviousgames....

        to pl;ay,,make turbid--we'll be here..we'll be--hear to stay. Weaken-the meaning is not the same-undermine-for you, what we say is real-

        weaken the quality of what has been said-----then-and then you can------------really can become- loosen the meaning as we do here for you to understand----put signs in the windows- in the windows of your business- " SHOW US YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE "---

        I --- some one will write just under it--- " show us the channel by which the urine leaves the body." After all if you want only the people that believe the way you do, for customers,,

        failure...you will fail, of the richness of your heart--of the corners of your star. they will turn around--running bad-running is a way of looking in the register of the one that----sad.

        Thursday, March 25, 2010

        satanas

        • citizens..
        the devil...
        saying....blaming----shifting...sulfur in the air.......
        dictators of the south....
        flames on his hair..........
        ..........they are flaming the blame.....
        look carefully....
        friendly to the bear.....
        ..........television, judges, radio,schools,........
        no more negatives about me....
        one belief, one party.........
        one rule...............
        ..........ME
        NO MORE GULF .........
        distributing the hardware........
        military...can I trust that you..
        ..........bear......
        can you believe in Simon Bolivar ...........
        could it be that you are just judging........
        ..........judging me..........
        to see how far...
        • Dialectical materialism and oil.
          pipes in the air...
          can only mix....
          destroy the waters.
          ............distort......
          the jungles.....
          if we are fair.........
          he is burning and yet he says it's you; YOU........
          the BEAR.....
          ............Satan lost..........
          ............LOST Lucifer...
          hear me we are the honest ones..the vote was rigged.....
          the other side..........
          the reason for what he has.........
          the Luna moth.saves your breath.
          ...........believing the Marxist theory...will he be lost...
          will make him lost design a plan with the other Marxist........
          ...........in the Island..the paradise...
          where people live in scare.
          play behavior, ludic, absurdity............
          we continue because of what we know about you.
          ...........you are really not the majority
          but we make you believe it .......
          act....
          you don't know any better.
          is what we loath.
          we encourage you to take illegal action we lead.
          we are your leaders......
          We will help you build a space program...
          this will make you gleam..
          will make you be-am.....the rich giant up north will not like it......
          be em into space.........but I know that you don't care.........
          believe in us............we will be so fair.........
          deliberate....subterfuge..ingenious double dealings...
          that's what we are better known for.....
          can we say the Slavic bear.....................
          tell me that it's fair.........?

        Wednesday, March 24, 2010

        deliberate interference

        All for the American people......
        • experts in hypocrisy incite...
          we guide.......
          the bricks on the others side..s...
          windows.
          they voted.....they forgot about you...
          we will tell you what to do........
          listen to me on the floor..
          extreme repugnance...
          .........I abhor.............
          .........RELOAD..........
          fulfill libidinal
          so many times we see on the stage we will be..
          .........recognition of me.............
          .........hostile jealousy.
        .........we will tell you in so many ways......
        .........destruct.........
        destroy...
        hold up your signs...
        the black sign this time.....
        we can win this if the votes go the other way......
        doing good in the ....
        believing the distortions of our say...
        the bill has funding for abortion...
        .........they will not provide anything for grandma......
        .........it will greatly accelerate the money to china....
        .........was construed in secret...
        he never; never ask us our say...
        .........kept in the dark..he never asked for what opinion of us.
        .........never......
        he and the speaker did it inside the tube....
        no one was there.............
        I'm going to Arizona and never come out again,
        I will not help in any way.
        .........buying stock in failing banks...
        .........money coming back, revolving door.
        I've said thanks.
        ........ethic
        ........committee...
        ........integrity..
        ........lobbying...
        a short prostate to offset the shooting.........
        like it seems...
        • .........on dreams of loud machines.
          It's all over.
          you can hear it on TV.
          look at it on radio,,
          fat mouth has said it....you have to believe it..
          ........and echos in the fox all the little foxes..s
          ........chime in;
          in unison....
          i have my chalk board
          i really know what I'm saying .. my boss pays me to be an idiot....he sides with me in controversial issues I'm staying. ..........
          money is good.so is the food...........
          we made a pack..we will always say no;
          NO ! NO ! NO !
          THREE HUNDRED BILLS STACKED UP, HOLD UP.......we say no.....
          we will find a way to destroy him...he is so black.......
          some one said that will be his waterlooooo..
          didn't they ?
          who was it ?
          and for what reason ?...............
          I don't know..

        Tuesday, March 23, 2010

        enmity

        Aversion;
        I hold my sign of hotheads....
        for all to see, ..
        Carry me...........
        ...........intense hostility...
        ...........educationally challenged...
        as you..........
        plainly I will be............
        this BLACK sine of ha thread.......
        the signals of a past time....
        when we had the hammer.....we had the sickle...
        ........   the mustached-ed is HE ?............
        shrapnel of hatred scatterers all over.......
        air thick with pieces of hate......
        embedded on what is here....
        ........... now ....
        ............what you are witnessing as you view...
        ............as you can see....
        ............today....
        I carry my child under my arm....
        that gives me votes....
        ............and sympathy.....
        ............I want a millions...from  you to see....
        ............me.....
        10,000.....for you to stand next to me..............
        up there I'm queen..
                   a
        I can scream......
        death panels.......
        pull the plug,,,,
        who cares what you believe...
        just believe in me.........
        ...........money is what you will see...
        you will see a rope of it streaming towards me........
        that is what counts...
        that is what is good....
        ...........a surrey to carry my bags...
        ...........my guns.....
        ...........my flattery.......
        my lies...
        they are there in a separate bag...belongs to me......
        sycophancy the need I have to be..........
        the character..
        ...........my behavior is what you are seeing in me..................
        ......... .Inflammatory...
        ...........a disorder that follows me.........
        Archaic..
        • I feel. Now down in the lower forty eight....
          I can't go back up there..
          ...........it's cold..
          it is damp........
          damp..and not so old...
          NOT.......
          SOLD........not hold....

          that old.....
          bold, and scold man..
          keep him away from Mr. .. me..
          he is gross

          Away from the shows..
          and feeling good to be...
          ............in attach mode..
          when I hear anyone saying it about me...
          want to hear the most of all brings out the real object which is......
          really.......
          ready ? ME...............!

        Sunday, March 21, 2010

        devoid entity

        NONEXISTENCE:
        Spend your money..
        ..........gamble..........
        the returns are fabulous;
        Sunday morning ?
        astonishing 
        light up the cigars too !
        ...........WONDERFUL, MARVELOUS,
        whats wrong with my eyes ? ...........
        faccia..presence.........
        lost all the funds.
        Having two,
        .........four,
        sides the dream is over EFFRONTERY:
        ask the question ....
        .........where are you now.......
        .........check them again,
        ..........maybe you missed the count............
        • CRY........
          try;
          ..........maybe............
          Wednesday,
          I still have two cuseros,
          Uros ?
          Rubbles,
          Whatever, wherever.
          YOU LOOSE. facade

          with THE neon's Wins Every time

        Friday, March 19, 2010

        corruptus

        Bad morals...
        .........rotten bribes.....
        affairs with my workers brides........
        impairment of integrity...
        .........spider web of lies..........
        I represent Nevada.....
        I hired my mistress son.
        His father works for me too...
        .........it's all here.......
        In the FAMILY. just like "C" street..
        my party is up in arms......
        I really thought that Clinton would resign......
        • Now i am serving mine...
        I demanded at the time..............
        that is what I would have done........I said that at the time...
        After-all.... the intern was easy pray.......
        better when they work for you....
        ..........it took a long time to get my mom to....... pay......
        ..........degenerate..
        ..........perversion..
        altered form of version..........
        the tax payers will never know......
        improper conduct....
        .........best way to go...........
        in congress...
        and on " C " street..
        we learn to misinform the side....
        .........Even in Uganda...
        they know how to hide.
        It may take some doing...
        I really want to stay...
        I thought that by now they would have forgotten what I had to say.
        I'm running for re-election..
        why would I want to cease the decay of my character.
        • .........why ....
          bribery..
          selling favors...
          it's what I learn.
          .........Did I mention " C " street ??
          We are all good...
          my friend from South Carolina is far advanced in the art of deception...
          he runs in the Appalachian trail...at the same time that he is in Buenos Aires...

          La vida en Buenos Aires es vella !.......si pierdo aqui, me muevo aya !

          ME MUEVO AYA !!

        Wednesday, March 17, 2010

        GREED

        By accretions of material.......
        tracks you leave behind...
        polypeptide..
        secretions..
        ..........in the era of the mind.....
        ..........seen by the ones......
        ..........hurting in vacuum...
        like grubs digging up roots..
        for something that is hard to fine..............
        • Drudge folks for money..
          I will speak for you........
          in the halls .....
          .........I do.......
          you believe me when I tell you that red is blue.
          I look so good.......
          I can tell you that I peak............
          I speak so well...

          .........when I speak the truth you can hardly tell. ...
          .........Disgust..
          .........distaste....
          please....It's just a phrase...
          protect me from the flexible loop connected to my fees.
          Like the Admiral deluding the sailor rum.....
          .........of me......
          you hear how...and what my reputation has become.........
          I look for all....
          .they have, all I can.......
          .I will get it done.....
          being next to me is like rubbing on the sun..........

          .............ihaveitall

        Tuesday, March 16, 2010

        common action

        belligerent enterprise:
        the borders.........
        ..........border;
        • ..........killing field. are result........
          designation to limit competition.. ..........
          Bloody distribution.........
          the common action on our door step:
          ..........orders come from above....
          ..........no doubt... ..........
          the suppliers......sealed in dusty rags. ..........
          burlap bags....

          ..........bloody twine...
          and duct tape....
          interlined..... ..........

          dirty bloody prints follows...
        Follows us to the hearts of those that die..
        ..........those that cry....
        ..........those my god............
          will forever lie....
        and Ly.............. .
          ashes of...... flash on fire..... smell of youthful human blood..... spills on the valley.... southern winds..caring it......... ...........north like a flood.............. a.........flood of great desire.. REDEMTIO.. consideration paid........ . the punishment.. ...........be headings.. for all to see.. talk in a noisy manner.. .........rant for me. Leaders with negative..and often undeserved reputation. ..........adverse consequences..
          for actions that we could not see..........

          will ever be. Dryness in the north..

          contributes to the thirst..... the white dust.. the leaves.. the flowers..gifts of the gods.. ...........beautiful....
        ...
          .tasty pods. Often showy heads......carduus..cirsium..ONOPOSITE; genera..snowy..green beds..... Attractive to the feds: ATTRACTIVE TO THE FEDS............