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Monday, December 12, 2011

eight times ten +

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

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

    other times .. narrow..

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

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

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

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

    tears in vein

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

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

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

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

                    at the end

Friday, December 9, 2011

8..Times Ten

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

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

Thursday, November 17, 2011

an extent in time

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

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

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

    .....nothing to do..

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

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

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

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

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

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

!! perception...of deception !!

in the light of experience
an acute physical sensation .. strings in the digits of a life with one..
extending further then you can imagine..

please...
interpret that experience with appreciation...
with cognition..
with intuitive .. right or wrong ..

In direct awareness of your feelings.. ..
knowing that your soul is there..
that your whole self is there to.

possessing a given insight in to your soul..
into the  being of the ones that are not there..

help me understand this feeling of inundate..that overwhelms me...
that overflows in my heart when i see. .. what is in this world of disinterment...
in this world of discord..

allow me to make a disjunctive form... between the meaning of those that we oppose...and those that oppose us to.

allow me to be one that has a very precise disunity to what we are hearing on the narrative of this day...

this;displeasure.. this offensive ...annoying..archaic view........

that is out there ..
..........at to days presentation..that we can not avoid...
..........the air waves fill us all with disgusting phrases..
with what we do not want to know

lacking in loyalty..
no allegiance...or devotion
no obligation to any faith..
...........and asking for your full support..
...........no display of fidelity..
...........no obligation to any sovereign citizen..
or to an alien government to which one can see.

devotion....loyalty is only to their ugly greed.

we percieve the deception

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

palabras de amor

  • In time we will know.......
    we will also feel..the vacuum....
    the indifference..
    stoic seemingly..
    as all appear.......
    the association with ओने ..
    follows..
    ..........voluntary..
    friendly..intimate intercourse.........
    working together...
    ..........in unison....
    from passion..unmoved by joy......
    ..........indifferent to pleasure..
    time is what does...
    in time that is what it does to us..........
    to all...a lovers ..
    falling..fall.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

love..so hard to find

the ones that I love have gone way to far.
  • .they traveled easy on the bed of the stream as if it was life..
    as pebble do they change the brightness ..
             the glare of the sun..

    they change..the size like the tears do..
            as I think of you..
    hurting with each other on the edges of a cruel .
            .forgotten love..
             there is an end to all this ...
    when you find the one that you can love.. it will not be easy..
    for the one you look for.. is hard to find..
             you will find it.. when the pleasure runs out..
             runs out of time.. .
             some where there is.. he will guide you from above...

             I'm not there any more..
    I'm in a dream of vapor that transepts you of all.
    like the pebbles..
    not as monumental as they seem from above. 
             in contradictions of absence..
             of imagination..
             of reality..
             of transfinite..

    I ask one thing to you...
    please forgive me as if I asked you to convert.. to a condition of transform...
    no one will be there if you do arrive...
    the one you are looking for has been left behind.. long ago...
    remember it was just so fine.
  • The blood in your veins..
    the needs you have ..
                diminishes the beauty that you are..
    the wonder of your hart. .
    your intelligence...
    the softness of your being ..
    the love that you can give.
  •             seems so far ..
    one has always to forgive..

    ONE HAS A LONG WAY TO FORGIVE.

Friday, April 8, 2011

before day three

    1. off guard day..
      stand up..
      alert.
      to walk away..
    2. strait .. and to the right of way underestimate time.. how long is it..between here.. and there..
    3. check on his sweetness.
      over his head ..
    4. with room for him to hide,
      and peek too.
      moving back with steps of a short stride..
      with noise inside..your head ... ....
      but you do get back.

      stirring thoughts ..
      little hairs springing back and forth..
      creating melodies..
      divinely flavored songs..

      immersed into powdered dry emotion..
      gleaming in the sun light..
      shadows across the le'figure .
    5. three days have been in mind..
      will the trip be done or waiting just in time.
      call me ...
      call me again please..
      I want to hear it again.
      as if I did not understand..
    6. we have two..
      only two... after that I will go alone.
      with my divinely covered songs..
      melodies so hard. so strong..
      dissipating thought from your will arranging the steeping stone on the hill.
    7. .......a hill........

Thursday, April 7, 2011

entonces

  • lovely rhythm... ..
    in a hue of blessed roses.
    bodies as beautiful as the fragrance of your ...touch ..
    ..........entonces ..
    again with my eyes open to the symphony of lust..
    the distance of the universe :::::
    ..........find me..
    find a way to see me..
    reach to that vine...
    the tail of that swirling Galaxy..
    of the defined...

    thoughts untrained ..like an exquisite wine..
    a spray of meaning for every one to have..
    like a mist of the covariance in your embrace..
    ...........with me.... ...............
               .just me.
    entonnces..
    bien estamos entreunidos:

    ............intertwined so to become...
    one mind..
    the devotion one of an imagine kind..
    the night before...
    the breaking time..

    unforgivably as a thought ..
    like fog moving in the air...
    just before it enters through the cornea of your view...
    just to be fair................
    just before that thought made the changes...

    coming back from the sweet Oder of your garden...
    that velvet ....
    insane red..hue.. ................
    thy rhythm that is you..

    That is you

Friday, February 11, 2011

when we love

  • time for seeing why.. time too...
    for tears to cry....
    to find the ones out there........
    with reasons why..
                  arms of those so high..........
    on a trail of the a winding stair..
    like an imagine love ..
    walking on air..
                  a small universe in which to die.
    find one...
    find the dreams
                  .. .with reasons why..
                  ... like a stream of blood in ones unforgiving dream..
    that inters the veins to your heart....
    as a thought that never ends...
                   find the sorrow creating the tears of blood...
    streaming in fear..
    dying...
                   dieing.is what I see in your face .... i crave.. to be near...........
    .near to your embrace.. ............
    find the end of a yearning.........
    the end of feeling  ............

  • whispering ..  the sweetness of your breath.. ....
    ........in my arms to your embrace.......
    our flash touching..as if forever..
    ........was a moment of never..
    ........
    ........follow me to the end of a statement..
    ........to the end of thought..
    ........to the end of touch...... .. .............
    it is your love that I yearn so much .............
    as when the day ends...
             the beauty ...
    that remains in my thought..
    the image that stays within my thinking..
    ..........I can see the sun going down..
    ..........blood red.. as the feelings I have at that moment with you.
    ..........it goes.. cuts in half..by the tangent of the planet..
    so my heart so does..to.......
    as it goes.....down..
    that part of me goes down to........

    imagine a mountain of sorrow.........
  • an ocean of love...
    a sun-set of giving...
    a full moon of tomorrow..
    a forest of forgiving... ............

    ...........looking at you as if you were forever. ............
    ...........the beauty that you are. 
    ...........balancing...on a tangent of never...   

    looking at you as if your existence was the brightness of a star..
    the power of the sun...
    within me that it is...

    forever. .the power that is love..
    that is who you are !!

    THAT IS WHO YOU ARE TO ME