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-

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...

"In The Court Of The Crimson King" (King Crimson) por Luis Fernando Torre

Genesis - Dancing with the Moonlit Knight

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