tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73218647802291839752024-02-08T09:02:38.844-07:00ecelliamOn his own, ON >ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-49625972416108575602013-01-11T23:45:00.000-07:002013-01-11T23:45:47.845-07:00 inconstant<div>
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.............cold</div>
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<li> beautiful curves from head to toe....<br /> oblivious to you and me too............<br /><br />no cogent reason to change....................<br />abruptly ....<br />that it took three days to let me know..</li>
<li><br />great dreams of your presence ........<br />a beauty .......<br />nightmares to think of you.......I can feel you<br />I can touch you...............<br />even though you are not there</li>
<li>temperament to a fixed position..<br />..............warm ... <br />a mere suggestion to ...to what I dream ...<br />because of what I see..<br />an emotional balance to the nearness of you..<br /><br />when we are there.........<br />just you and me.............<br /><br />I will never see you again.......<br /> .......I will see you ...........<br />in my dreams<br />like a tendency of inherent perversion..</li>
<li>in my dreams I make love to you... <br />I hug you.. I love you.......<br />.......................the hours of the night <br />like a forever scene...<br />I touch your body.....<br />I feel your nearness ...<br />the heart beat of your soul<br /><br />the sweetness of your breath<br />the softness of your lips.......<br />a mercurial.....constant devotion to what i saw <br /><br />.......when you were there<br />before the capricious change.......</li>
<li><br />the beauty of you..<br /> in my imagination.....<br />engraved in my thinking ...<br />like it was when you were real.......</li>
<li><br />you will never be real again...<br />you bolted in rapid fancy..........</li>
<li><br />I only know what I feel......as i did ..<br />the time that i touched you..<br /><br />my love.. my everything...<br />in my heart you will always remain<br /><br />forever...<br />I do not even know your name.<br /><br />NOT EVEN YOU NAME!!</li>
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ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-44717511480704556212012-12-31T22:58:00.000-07:002012-12-31T22:58:14.239-07:00agency of fear<br />
<br /> exerting power to the operation<br />
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has achieved the end to the ambassador</div>
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engaged in the business of others: </div>
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<li><em>but ....</em></li>
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<ul>
<li><em>To advertise the origin to others</em>........</li>
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.....to complicated for tears ............</div>
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"AGNUS DEI" </div>
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mind of the lamb God:.......</div>
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a reverential awe.......</div>
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an alarm of reverence.......</div>
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awe of anxious solicitude</div>
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<ul>
<li>......image of prayer..<br />to the saviour...........<br />embroiled in name today here is the same..<br />liturgical prayer.....your halo.......<br />your banner.........<br />a symbolic address to the cross...shamed.....<br />......so........................scared of my name ..</li>
<li>full of entice interest.........<br />agog with excitement..........<br />the lamb god .. in view__-<br />for the world.....<br /><br />and you............</li>
<li>aggravated assault to the senses..<br />........unprovoked ..<br />like hostile intention ..<br />to dominate your thinking......<br />functions of an agent ....<br />........Oder of fear<br />a scent of disturbance to the body..</li>
<li>feeling it throughout the torso....<br />unfinished .................<em>thyrsus<br />because you stop ed being...</em></li>
<li><em>you are no more............<br /><br />you are no more !!</em></li>
<li><br /></li>
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ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-23064140906889748552012-05-13T10:07:00.000-07:002012-05-13T10:07:36.691-07:00madre<div>
a long time in the wind.............</div>
<ul>
<li>i saw you in the three....<br />the road was gray......<br />leaves rolling by the then wind.....<br />was there any one but you and me.<br /><br />a blurry image it seems......<br />why can't we even be.....<br />i do remember more then you and me............<br /><br />I can feel.........<br />I can smell .........<br />I can see the flash that you have given me.....<br /><br />in memory i will never forget you.......<br />i kneel in the night just before i go to sleep.....<br />i pray for you.......<br />i see you every day in my mind......</li>
<li>i suffer for you today.....<br />this day as if you were here..........<br />as if you were in the day you came into this world of poverty..<br />this world of abuse...........<br /><br />of never ending curse...<br />like a wheel in an interval of time..<br /><br />like a permutation ...<br />a spiral arrangement...like an electric <br />orbit in the heavens...<br /><br />your name is mine to. .. <br />the love I still have for you...<br /><br />an interval that is in my mind forever as is you......<br />I love you mother,....,<br />the kindness that you represent ..<br />the sadness that is because you are gone from me.<br /><br />mother when you see God .please tell him that I want to be with you <br />when I expire........<br />I want to be with you....<br /><br />their must be another road for us to travel together. <br />once again my mother I love you.<br /><br />I love you dearly !</li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-42267492461839424512012-03-31T19:09:00.000-07:002012-04-01T09:14:43.284-07:00love is reserve In the interest of loves reserve...<br />
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we all manage to forgive the errors that we serve.</div>
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<li>to you....<br />..........so happily like the subtle aroma of .. Cognac...<br />is the softness of yours ...<br />..........in view.......all of you.....<br />the beauty of your eyes is like a song.......<br />as a subtle touch .......<br />of a forgiven wrong.<br /><br />...........as a winter night is when.........<br />when you are there to make me warm..<br /><br />...........the changes in color of your eyes ...</li>
<li></li>
<li>...........changes that are as like a torment of a winter storm.<br />the passion of your nearness.........<br />like the night before.......<br />can you remember then........<br />as it was <br /><br />when we were one......<br />in the night of love...<br />the intensity........<br />............as the like ..<br />the energy was coming from above.<br /><br />my sweet...my everything.....<br />my life ......<br />my love.....<br />.............all that exists..<br />is what you are to me....<br />as i try to evict......<br />to vanquish......<br />..............empty is the rest of me...<br /><br />THE REST OF ME !</li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-74254322058387450242012-03-17T20:26:00.001-07:002012-03-17T20:30:27.562-07:00wind ..........<ul><li>not so qua it today.........<br />
announcing the nothing of thought..<br />
.........wonder in this night...<br />
.........a beacon that is not bright<br />
<br />
that part that is not there when you go..<br />
even when one come along <br />
enormity strange defiance .... <br />
.........a challenge to be free<br />
.........imperfections played out for all to see.<br />
<br />
fortifications.......arranged In a certain way<br />
defilade......the enfilading fire that is there<br />
..........just beneath the surface<br />
..........so defile...<br />
dirty..<br />
unclean the thoughts ...<br />
unpleasant condemnation of ones very dream.</li>
<li></li>
</ul><div>please wake me up .....</div><div>as soon as you hear me scream........</div><div>because I'm flying to your wishes in my dream.</div><div></div><div>when you touch me .. it scares me.</div><div>.........makes my hand...</div><div> that you will reach me ..</div><div>.........makes me think that you will bring me down...</div><div>down to what is real....</div><div>........scary to be here....</div><div>........scary to be real........</div><div></div><div>do not allow me to come near.......</div><div>maintain.......prevent the course</div><div> vigilance and force</div><ul><li>imminent danger <br />
when I get down to the ground with you...<br />
.........i will wake up<br />
the wind hard on all things<br />
like the white sands<br />
<br />
flying above you ..<br />
.......... you do not know.<br />
until i come down to make a stand<br />
like a nature character ......<br />
conditions that are not normal..<br />
sinking to a low corrupted way<br />
<br />
..........that is how it feels......<br />
that is how it will be .......<br />
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today.....<br />
today in the wind........<br />
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<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-34707611970701469922012-03-03T19:33:00.000-07:002012-03-03T19:33:19.635-07:00loneliness<div>loneliness......<br />
.as the current that rounds the rock</div><div>like the one we see from the photos of a distant planet..</div><div>like the ones that gear up on the lose mind.....</div><div>the empty ones that we always find.....</div><div></div><div>..........hands that stretch up to the heavens........</div><div>of ones forgiveness in time...</div><div></div><div>..........bleakness......</div><div>desolation as one sees one distant star</div><div></div><div>.........the separation of others...</div><div>sadness...</div><div>dejection to be with the ones we are ..</div><div>no consolation.........away from ... </div><div>and to the other end of the constellation .. </div><div></div><div>.........no understanding</div><div>no touch.......in pretending.....</div><div></div><div>extension to a considerable decent</div><div>containing sounds of a different time</div><ul><li>possessing an uncommon length of similarity<br />
while we walk this line</li>
<li>embracing the mist of what we find<br />
<br />
rounding the face of the ones we see ......<br />
in those we animate</li>
<li></li>
</ul><div>the spirit......<br />
the movement of the ones we see in that state<br />
an apparent life like way...<br />
producing the form......<br />
<br />
.........the appearance of the body .. <br />
in an animated successive position of ones stay.</div><div></div>.........anonymous.....as a wish...<br />
anonymity........as the dreams we had today<br />
unknown.....<br />
the dark moments that we wish to stay.<br />
<div>.........we do not want anyone today...</div><div>bring me life.....</div><div>bring me faith.....</div><div>allow me to breath the candles of the day.....<br />
<br />
...........allow my dreams to be as they were yesterday...<br />
...........allow some innocence..make the dreams as they then<br />
<br />
.......... the loneliness of today......<br />
as if it was yesterday........</div><div></div><br />
<div></div><div></div>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-9284310318687959122012-02-12T20:33:00.000-07:002012-02-12T20:33:44.716-07:00the bullet hits the wall<ul><li> the father was eliminated.....<br />
eliminated with a thought...........<br />
that loud PING that woke you up .. was a thought of death from his son......<br />
they were guarding a valuable plant....</li>
<li><br />
tall........<br />
the father cut a piece of it.......the younger son objected ......<br />
the father shot him. ... on his way down to death....<br />
he thought the father to die.<br />
<br />
THE BULLET HITS THE WALL OF STEEL.<br />
<br />
discursive .. nonsense.........<br />
like a vulgar deception to the mind.....<br />
when you are awake.......<br />
<br />
with a smile to eat your cake...with a <br />
habitual cruelty to the sense....<br />
blustering all pretence.....<br />
<br />
browbeating in a behavior cruel to the stance ....<br />
cruel to the awaken side ....weaker...<br />
.........like a hired ...Ru-Fiann...<br />
<br />
indulge to the fantasies of the night...<br />
imagine---Nation of dream time...<br />
illusions with the fantasy .. <br />
<br />
to a dreary time in ones life......<br />
visionary creations in a bowl of the define...<br />
abstemiousness to release the dreamlike reality to the mind...<br />
strong desire to be alive..<br />
<br />
intoxication....<br />
retraining one .. <br />
if one wakes up ....<br />
<br />
until you want to abstain ..<br />
consider a part of the application that is coming to one.......<br />
in the night....<br />
<br />
all in the night !<br />
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</li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-83795520297632584882012-02-08T06:35:00.001-07:002012-02-08T06:39:08.835-07:00eight times ten +39<div>rest your head on a pillow of depth....</div><div>........perpendicular measurement downward...</div><div>bring it to this side when you can...... a condition-ed nightmare </div><div>........reveal the options that are there.....</div><div>the laud ping of a bullet hitting a wall of steel</div><div></div><div>drops to the ground with the force of gravity</div><div>in amazement wake up........tell the world of ...</div><div>the sobriety...the indignity of that side</div><div></div><div>tell the world what is there .. on that side..</div><div>not wanting to live is not suicide... </div><div>............it is the desire not to live...</div><div>the desire to end what is on this side......</div><div>............not to be alive.....</div><div></div><div>the laud ring steals the sound of dieing......</div><div>the power of your dreams made it happen. and you wake up..</div><div>............cuts it up lake Cain....</div><div>............cuts it up like a valuable vain ..</div><div>............the value of something that is rare</div><div>like vein........</div><div></div><div>alarmed so early ...</div><div>gets up to work......</div><div>before you forget what you saw the night before..</div><div>in your dreams...</div><div>.........the knives..</div><div>.........the blood...the power of your brother standing high . looking down at you ..</div><div>.........useless you....<br />
unable to lift even a hand to defend yourself...</div><div></div><div>.........your little sister comes to counsel you...</div><div>.........gets down on her knees and cries with you...</div><div>three are against you.....two are not there at all in your dream..</div><div>what should that mean.....</div><div></div><ul><li>your father the authority figure is there not ........<br />
.........yet<br />
the dream has only begun so .....<br />
so maybe ..<br />
he is coming.... <br />
to neutralize the frightening dream..<br />
with a terrorized monstrous one yet .. <br />
he is.......<br />
as he is always there causing the evil spirit to awaken one to safety.... <br />
<br />
awake is safe.<br />
never to sleep again........ever !</li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-4913423557238433652011-12-12T10:15:00.001-07:002011-12-12T10:25:05.458-07:00eight times ten +<ul><li>standing at the threshold of the future: <br />
it looks short .. <br />
will not just jump in...<br />
<br />
turn around and look back. ...<br />
can not see the end....<br />
it has been to long of a road....<br />
sometimes wide.. sometime small...<br />
<br />
other times .. narrow..<br />
<br />
sometimes with foot wear.. <br />
other times ...barely sufficient..<br />
less of a standard....<br />
a slander width of ..<br />
limited in scope of the world around me ...<br />
meticulous .. with a ration of rich..<br />
woven in close success to.....<br />
..............eighty..</li>
<li>It looks like plus..<br />
decrease in the gifts you came with .. the breadth to extant further then ....<br />
the day you were born.<br />
<br />
brought forth by the native combination....<br />
resulting in poverty....walking alone ..<br />
in the dirt..<br />
forgiving the pain of the day you are gone....<br />
<br />
gone into the fields......broken<br />
<span style="background-color: yellow;"> </span>torn...<br />
inside of your heart in a violated form...<br />
broken into pieces ..<br />
...................separated ...<br />
irregular pattern of the life you were born...<br />
shattered...<br />
damaged world ....<br />
reduced to a rank...with views of other into your own....<br />
<br />
caring water in buckets...<br />
with a shudder sudden form...shuddering the well below...<br />
walking the mud.....<br />
crying .. with pain...<br />
buckets of tears..<br />
<br />
tears in vein<br />
<br />
no scape from that day...<br />
no scape from the fear...<br />
of the nightmares of those days in a very young mind..<br />
<br />
nightmares in the youth....growing up..<br />
limitations of knowledge...<br />
limitations in progress ...</li>
<li> Ignorance<br />
by those in commend..<br />
violence.. comes with existence ...<br />
only the intelligence of the one that is you..<br />
<br />
only part of the road to the end...</li>
<li> When life come to the boundary...<br />
the point when one ceases to exist...<br />
beyond we don't know...<br />
<br />
cessation...<br />
the pursuit of activity...<br />
the remnant of what was there...and will soon be forgotten ..<br />
<br />
at the end<br />
</li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-61563008949687885162011-12-09T21:16:00.001-07:002011-12-09T21:39:08.407-07:008..Times Ten<div>brilliant sky...</div><div>shining a valley of optimism...</div><div>you got there...a girl...a canine</div><div>fields of Golden shine...</div><div></div><div>a cantus firmus .......octaves above....</div><div>........parallel....</div><div>an organum as love....</div><div>eight times ten...</div><div>........gives you the right to voice motions and power above....</div><div>........the world of thinking......</div><div>........the last years are most favorable actions....</div><div>to the decades that past learning ones way....</div><div>feeling your way into the day.........</div><div>abuses....</div><div>hungry man.....</div><div>wondering in a fence behind</div><div></div><div>in a crowded westerly motion.....</div><div>with pain only on the inside.....</div><div>.......the streets are not there yet</div><div>where paradise meets the ocean<br />
<ul><li>long state .. <br />
numbness....in depth...of life <br />
till you are awake again <br />
in the the feel of gravity.....<br />
.......for a later pain....<br />
<br />
which now I know......reaching the end....seeing yesterday<br />
the future looks right.......<br />
can you see the light .. the steps going in......<a name='more'></a></li>
</ul><div> years....a mood of years...<br />
expressive..desires<br />
a continuation... of wishes....hope<br />
the power of the mind a posse ion of one genetic scope...<br />
<br />
high on life.......<br />
high on materialism........<br />
the everyday fruit of the endeavor...<br />
programed by the lateness of your travel.......<br />
<br />
a way to catch up.....<br />
traits...of your journey...<br />
<br />
liberal in giving........love what you are..<br />
noble in spirit ....years of nothing.....<br />
like a blindness for you....<br />
only for you.....<br />
<br />
when you get to the fair...<br />
when your hat is blown by the wind<br />
when you arrive at the station you know you are there..<br />
<br />
you will know when you get there that is the end.<br />
that is the end........</div></div><div></div><ul><li></li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-15245571658238402462011-11-17T19:46:00.001-07:002011-11-17T20:00:47.634-07:00an extent in time<ul><li>the possession of ones place... <br />
a crescendo exploding in the view ..<br />
.even in the action occurring...bat tans cracking skulls .<br />
.the lie res explanations of the few .. <br />
<br />
of the few....<br />
representing you ....<br />
<br />
a high...thick...masonry structure..<br />
protecting the ones with control .. <br />
the one being in abuse<br />
have nothing to lose<br />
<br />
.....nothing to do..<br />
<br />
shell we praise the valor, <br />
or is it a sold Idea. <br />
that it's time has come into view...<br />
<br />
can an idea be erased with battens..<br />
or are we all falling for the few...<br />
suffering in the cold...<br />
wind..<br />
drugs...<br />
hunger... <br />
loud venison out to a falling few<br />
<br />
consider the swirl... motions in the air..<br />
to pass confusion...<br />
to twist .. and shape the idea for your benefit to..<br />
<br />
swengen... shaking to beat the source..<br />
obedience to lawful authority..<br />
together in a standard which one has just claimed...<br />
<br />
abundance of support with food and gender to come forth.. amazement to the few that control all of you<br />
<br />
all of you..........</li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-2871925588641934352011-11-17T12:02:00.006-07:002011-11-17T12:23:14.921-07:00!! perception...of deception !!in the light of experience<br />
an acute physical sensation .. strings in the digits of a life with one..<br />
extending further then you can imagine..<br />
<br />
please... <br />
interpret that experience with appreciation...<br />
with cognition.. <br />
with intuitive .. right or wrong ..<br />
<br />
In direct awareness of your feelings.. .. <br />
knowing that your soul is there..<br />
that your whole self is there to.<br />
<br />
possessing a given insight in to your soul..<br />
into the being of the ones that are not there..<br />
<br />
help me understand this feeling of inundate..that overwhelms me... <br />
that overflows in my heart when i see. .. what is in this world of disinterment... <br />
in this world of discord..<br />
<br />
allow me to make a disjunctive form... between the meaning of those that we oppose...and those that oppose us to.<br />
<br />
allow me to be one that has a very precise disunity to what we are hearing on the narrative of this day...<br />
<br />
this;displeasure.. this offensive ...annoying..archaic view........<br />
<br />
that is out there ..<br />
..........at to days presentation..that we can not avoid...<br />
..........the air waves fill us all with disgusting phrases.. <br />
with what we do not want to know<br />
<br />
lacking in loyalty..<br />
no allegiance...or devotion<br />
no obligation to any faith..<br />
...........and asking for your full support..<br />
...........no display of fidelity..<br />
...........no obligation to any sovereign citizen.. <br />
or to an alien government to which one can see.<br />
<br />
devotion....loyalty is only to their ugly greed.<br />
<br />
we percieve the deceptionecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-75756359794883592482011-10-04T20:06:00.000-07:002011-10-04T20:06:30.651-07:00palabras de amor<ul><li>In time we will know.......<br />
we will also feel..the vacuum....<br />
the indifference..<br />
stoic seemingly.. <br />
as all appear.......<br />
the association with ओने ..<br />
follows..<br />
..........voluntary..<br />
friendly..intimate intercourse.........<br />
working together...<br />
..........in unison....<br />
from passion..unmoved by joy......<br />
..........indifferent to pleasure..<br />
time is what does... <br />
in time that is what it does to us.......... <br />
to all...a lovers ..<br />
falling..fall. </li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-75083145347660396862011-06-30T19:29:00.007-07:002011-07-04T08:07:36.916-07:00love..so hard to find<div>the ones that I love have gone way to far. </div><blockquote></blockquote><ul><li>.they traveled easy on the bed of the stream as if it was life..<br />
as pebble do they change the brightness ..<br />
the glare of the sun.. <br />
<br />
they change..the size like the tears do..<br />
as I think of you.. <br />
hurting with each other on the edges of a cruel .<br />
.forgotten love.. <br />
there is an end to all this ... <br />
when you find the one that you can love.. it will not be easy.. <br />
for the one you look for.. is hard to find.. <br />
you will find it.. when the pleasure runs out.. <br />
runs out of time.. .<br />
some where there is.. he will guide you from above... <br />
<br />
I'm not there any more.. <br />
I'm in a dream of vapor that transepts you of all. <br />
like the pebbles..<br />
not as monumental as they seem from above. <br />
in contradictions of absence.. <br />
of imagination.. <br />
of reality.. <br />
of transfinite.. <br />
<br />
I ask one thing to you... <br />
please forgive me as if I asked you to convert.. to a condition of transform...<br />
no one will be there if you do arrive... <br />
the one you are looking for has been left behind.. long ago... <br />
remember it was just so fine.</li>
<li> The blood in your veins.. <br />
the needs you have ..<br />
diminishes the beauty that you are.. <br />
the wonder of your hart. .<br />
your intelligence... <br />
the softness of your being .. <br />
the love that you can give.</li>
<li> seems so far ..<br />
one has always to forgive.. <br />
<br />
ONE HAS A LONG WAY TO FORGIVE. </li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-58250821073529154142011-04-08T20:16:00.001-07:002011-08-23T20:05:34.570-07:00before day three<ol><ol><li>off guard day.. <br />
stand up..<br />
alert. <br />
to walk away..</li>
<li>strait .. and to the right of way underestimate time.. how long is it..between here.. and there..</li>
<li></li>
<li>check on his sweetness. <br />
over his head ..</li>
<li>with room for him to hide, <div>and peek too. </div><div>moving back with steps of a short stride.. </div><div>with noise inside..your head ... ....</div><div>but you do get back. </div><div><br />
stirring thoughts .. <br />
little hairs springing back and forth.. <br />
creating melodies.. <br />
divinely flavored songs..<br />
<br />
immersed into powdered dry emotion.. <br />
gleaming in the sun light.. <br />
shadows across the le'figure . </div></li>
<li>three days have been in mind.. <br />
will the trip be done or waiting just in time. <br />
call me ... <br />
call me again please.. <br />
I want to hear it again. <br />
as if I did not understand.. </li>
<li>we have two.. <br />
only two... after that I will go alone. <br />
with my divinely covered songs.. <br />
melodies so hard. so strong..<br />
dissipating thought from your will arranging the steeping stone on the hill. </li>
<li>.......a hill........</li>
</ol></ol>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-15816074470692423422011-04-07T20:01:00.002-07:002011-08-25T12:24:54.580-07:00entonces<blockquote></blockquote><ul><li>lovely rhythm... .. <div>in a hue of blessed roses. </div><div>bodies as beautiful as the fragrance of your ...touch ..<br />
..........<strong>entonces</strong> .. <br />
again with my eyes open to the symphony of lust.. <br />
the distance of the universe ::::: <br />
..........find me.. <br />
find a way to see me.. <br />
reach to that vine... <br />
the tail of that swirling Galaxy.. <br />
of the defined...<br />
<br />
thoughts untrained ..like an exquisite wine..<br />
a spray of meaning for every one to have.. <br />
like a mist of the covariance in your embrace..<br />
...........with me.... ...............<br />
.just me. <br />
<strong>entonnces</strong>..<br />
bien estamos entreunidos:<br />
<br />
............intertwined so to become...<br />
one mind..<br />
the devotion one of an imagine kind.. <br />
the night before...<br />
the breaking time..<br />
<br />
unforgivably as a thought ..<br />
like fog moving in the air... <br />
just before it enters through the cornea of your view... <br />
just to be fair................<br />
just before that thought made the changes...<br />
<br />
coming back from the sweet Oder of your garden...<br />
that velvet ....<br />
insane red..hue.. ................<br />
thy rhythm that is you.. <br />
<br />
That is you</div><blockquote></blockquote></li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-84850016140024698192011-02-11T20:36:00.004-07:002011-08-20T18:35:27.784-07:00when we love<div><ul><li>time for seeing why.. time too... <div>for tears to cry....</div><div>to find the ones out there........<br />
with reasons why..</div><div></div><div> arms of those so high..........</div><div>on a trail of the a winding stair.. </div><div>like an imagine love .. </div><div></div><div>walking on air..</div><div></div><div> a small universe in which to die.</div><div><strong></strong> find one...</div><div>find the dreams</div><div> .. .with reasons why..</div><div> ... like a stream of blood in ones unforgiving dream..<br />
that inters the veins to your heart.... <br />
as a thought that never ends... <br />
find the sorrow creating the tears of blood... <br />
streaming in fear..<br />
dying...<br />
dieing.is what I see in your face .... i crave.. to be near...........<br />
.near to your embrace.. ............<br />
find the end of a yearning.........<br />
the end of feeling ............</div></li>
<li><div><br />
whispering .. the sweetness of your breath.. ....<br />
........in my arms to your embrace....... <br />
our flash touching..as if forever..<br />
........was a moment of never..<br />
........<br />
........follow me to the end of a statement..<br />
........to the end of thought.. <br />
........to the end of touch...... .. .............<br />
it is your love that I yearn so much .............<br />
as when the day ends... <br />
the beauty ... <br />
that remains in my thought.. <br />
the image that stays within my thinking.. <br />
..........I can see the sun going down.. <br />
..........blood red.. as the feelings I have at that moment with you.<br />
..........it goes.. cuts in half..by the tangent of the planet.. <br />
so my heart so does..to.......<br />
as it goes.....down..<br />
that part of me goes down to........<br />
<br />
<strong>imagine a mountain of sorrow</strong>.........</div></li>
<li></li>
<li> an ocean of love... <br />
a sun-set of giving... <br />
a full moon of tomorrow..<br />
a forest of forgiving... ............<br />
<br />
...........looking at you as if you were forever. ............<br />
...........the beauty that you are. <br />
...........balancing...on a tangent of never... <br />
<br />
looking at you as if your existence was the brightness of a star.. <br />
the power of the sun...<br />
within me that it is...<br />
<br />
forever. .the power that is love.. <br />
that is who you are !! <br />
<br />
THAT IS WHO YOU ARE TO ME</li>
</ul><blockquote></blockquote></div>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-70377988702827831422010-12-24T20:35:00.001-07:002011-08-26T08:22:07.454-07:00aggressive endtwo ..<br />
<div> in costume leading one by the tips of the smallest digits to cross the line... </div><div>enforcers pulling hard......</div><div>aggressive players.... </div><div>pulling one to have him sign.....</div><ul><li> the house is clean... <br />
empty... <br />
open.........<br />
<br />
.come on in.....<br />
the bars are polished too.. ..................<br />
in this case..<br />
<br />
just for you.just for you .. <br />
the distress is with the girl.. <br />
the one the never talks... <br />
she is a star......<br />
the queen ... to the rightest far...<br />
queen to the ones on the other side.......<br />
come and sign in... you need protraction..... </li>
</ul><blockquote></blockquote><ul><li>but you must sign..the given badges......... ..........<br />
.............with the sharks design... <br />
.............they will find you...... <br />
forget the glass that hits your head..<br />
it is just a bruce.. <br />
much more serious is the ones that stab.. <br />
if you can run... <br />
do it now...<br />
run to the nearest crowd.. <br />
<br />
you will meet the players in the house of fun...<br />
tell your father ..<br />
tell him that is done... <br />
tell him you will be late tomorrow .... ..........<br />
<br />
but it is fun...<br />
with a broken arm. ...........<br />
that you can drive<br />
<br />
protract....<br />
continue outward .. <br />
delay your time in the fin-of expiration... <br />
some one will follow .. some will call it fun.....<br />
the termination of your time.. <br />
<br />
prolong in space.. <br />
your time is fixed by law.. <br />
a law that will not change. exploding in your face...<br />
<br />
retract your time...... .. <br />
give them one.. .........give them lots of space...<br />
<br />
<br />
..................retract your time........<br />
<br />
>>>>and give them one ! </li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-34018425901290274472010-12-05T09:48:00.003-07:002011-08-18T09:35:04.925-07:00..........feelings<ul><li>feelings arranged in a cert..<br />
in a way like chairs..<br />
waiting to be set on... <br />
to be accursed for a wide insertion of your stay... <a name='more'></a>in a heavy stressed option to you .. <br />
so that can slay..and slay.. <br />
you may not see your way...<br />
<br />
in the water later today.... <br />
to occupy the inner-self of your way.... <br />
what can one be... <br />
what can one feel.. <br />
when you work..when you bleed ..............<br />
cry....<br />
sing..<br />
or die.... </li>
<li>water up your arms.....<br />
tears..of sick..the way you feel...tears of fear.. <br />
when you ring..<br />
her arms are there..are into your feelings..<br />
as you hear her sing.. melodies...so cold... <br />
your hat all the way down your face.. ...........<br />
<br />
.so bold...... <br />
<br />
listen to her as she talks..to any one that will listen.... <br />
as you are... the night is so cold... <br />
sympathetic.. an aesthetic..a..responce..<br />
a repulsion of her words... keep your hat down. ..<br />
<br />
her face is so old..... the night is too long to be over... yet ...<br />
the water is like an emotion...an agitation .. <br />
with sentiments of adolescence. <br />
likings of memoirs... <br />
passages of passion..<br />
filled with commends of the strong.. <br />
<br />
very powerful digestions of those that are wrong...........<br />
bringing to you a touch of emotion ..<br />
.employing the nature of intensity.. <br />
carries strong implications of the love of ones self.... <br />
for you to object as being so wrong............... <br />
loving your self.....<br />
your ways........<br />
.employing self-embrace... <br />
no pity...no passion to revenge the power .. <br />
<br />
the ruling of your love.. <br />
emotion.. <br />
of the feelings that are there...<br />
keep your hat down.. or you may discover what is in the room with you...<br />
<br />
before it is the time to start again.. <br />
to have your arms in the water..again....<br />
like the torture that can be... <br />
inter the sounds of the objects falling into the stainless steel binges of things to come .. .<br />
for the rest of the night...<br />
until you see the one that is so beautiful..<br />
to change everything when you see... <br />
the beauty that ... <br />
can change everything...<br />
EVERYTHING THAT NIGHT ! ... i will never see again......i know for sure that I will never see again........ <br />
instill the belling will be regain. again.</li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-8467201812696497532010-10-22T08:19:00.002-07:002011-08-26T08:50:15.878-07:00VOTE FOR ME<ul><li>deception passing by.... <br />
........vastly....<br />
........falsely .. ........<br />
as if our feelings...<br />
our beliefs..<br />
our dreams .. .......<br />
.........jousting from the sky.. ........<br />
.........with wings...with energy to fly...<br />
extended as if they were beautiful colors..... <br />
adjustments to our thoughts ... .......<br />
..........thoughts of you and I... <br />
..........forever to bring into our life is ... <br />
..........a window like the view from a butterfly ........<br />
..........double dealing fraud... ........<br />
mislead....deceive .. <br />
ingenious acts...of thought...</li>
</ul>trickery...<br />
..........intentions of deceit...<br />
dupery....<br />
......... gaining what I need... <br />
when you listen to the air waves...view the picture of deceit.. ........<br />
of your applaud. it will soon be over... <br />
two more years..... the adoption of conceit...<br />
..........telling of a lie.. <br />
in the hope that you not think back...<br />
in order to escape the guilt..<br />
the guilt.. in orders comply...<br />
<br />
......... or to gain and end... <br />
and end that will have ramifications for you......<br />
as well as I ...<br />
embrace me ......<br />
..........iamb you.......<br />
the first amendment..... ........<br />
..........where.. ........<br />
..........really........ .......<br />
.church and state....... ........<br />
the Constitution........ <br />
have some tea.....<br />
do not forget about me.. <br />
my dog is lazy....lays around......<br />
just acorss the sea.....<br />
.......... does nothing..... and depends on me...... <br />
and he is black.....<br />
and does not know who his father is. <br />
he could vote........vote for me.... just like you and me........<br />
<br />
the terrorist are coming from the northern border........ ........<br />
you look Asian ... <br />
TO ME if you are old enough........<br />
............vote for me.....<br />
lets put in place a literal test for those who vote... <br />
as in the old days...... <br />
when we kept them away...... <br />
can they spell <br />
<br />
"Vote" <br />
<br />
in English..... .......<br />
.MICACA..<br />
is what they say..... <br />
we will take our country ...back....<br />
small government.....<br />
............this one is telling us what to say..... <br />
the chamber of commerce.............THAT IS SO OK....... <br />
<br />
WHY IS THERE FOUR HUNDRED BILLS STALLED THERE...... <br />
jobs over seas we are united to to filibuster to keep them there.... .......<br />
...........dummies do not know .... the difference anyway........ <br />
you will see. deregulate wall street...<br />
corporations can do best.. <br />
remember the last eight......... <br />
health care ........<br />
...........please....<br />
repeal is the way to go. health care repeal it anyway...<br />
America will take care of us there. <br />
they will vote for me.......<br />
...........it is in the bag.. <br />
<br />
THEY WILL VOTE FOR ME ?<br />
<ul></ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-28598530686955878012010-09-26T07:59:00.000-07:002010-09-26T19:11:23.227-07:00sunday morning mourning<p>.......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.
</p><p></p><p>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..
</p><p>you can get on what ties this early..
........defiantly .. is not like any other way.. </p><p>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..
</p><ul><li>define what was said on that day...
when you do...</li><li>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.......</li><li>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..
</li><li>HAPPENS EVERYDAY
..........at much to my dismay... Sunday morning
..........mourning
</li></ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-61539982575264323542010-09-19T12:20:00.000-07:002010-09-19T12:20:22.874-07:00The Secret Election -- Signs of the Times News<a href="http://www.sott.net/articles/show/215295-The-Secret-Election">The Secret Election -- Signs of the Times News</a>: "http://www.sott.net/articles/show/215295-The-Secret-Election"ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-41843439208255522832010-09-15T09:36:00.001-07:002011-09-12T09:32:20.541-07:00obscurity<ul><li>........shrouded.. ........<br />
hidden .. <br />
the darkness of the mind.. <br />
what injuries will we find... <br />
.........forgotten in the walls of the ones so well defined... <br />
.........bring out in-to the open..<br />
benefit .. <br />
the ones that stay behind.. <br />
.........forgive my passion.. .........<br />
.........forgive me fair... .........<br />
.........forgive my expression.. <br />
the rudeness of my song... <br />
the spinning of what may be wrong. <br />
erupting a state of mind.. .........<br />
.........i know what it is that hurts.. <br />
.........when you hear those words of mine.. </li>
<li>pear-sing...like a knife.. <br />
like a dagger in the heart.. <br />
destroying what has been defined .. <br />
..........a need to be up there ..<br />
not readily understood..<br />
ambiguous...<br />
an equivocal...<br />
enigmatic..<br />
...........state of what we have to yet find... . ....<br />
....<br />
.......<strong><em>vague..</em></strong> <br />
cynical thoughts of cryptic ideas.. <br />
implying the lack of defined words to have you in my mind. <br />
deceiving. a purpose to obscure poems ... <br />
for one to defined... <br />
<br />
you in my thinking to be so fine...</li>
</ul><ul><li>again forgive me.. <br />
to continue in a well coveted box...<br />
so the we do not stray behind.. </li>
<li>into the air..<br />
that wonder that may be called a future.. <br />
for us to intentionally conceal..</li>
<li> for us to purposely hide the meaning of what we feel.. <br />
in consideration of the hidden..<br />
make believe treasures there to be deceiving us... <br />
.........but only in our minds.. <br />
.........consciousness of steel. <br />
often involving measurements of the state of our mind... <br />
description..of the reference to occurrences .. <br />
to record of what we may have done .. <br />
in an observational well being .. <br />
so that we have something to offer in time... <br />
for you to come back and say that you are fine.. <br />
you are well.. .........<br />
<br />
you are in my mind..<br />
YOU SO VERY FINE </li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-75542348428044856692010-09-06T19:39:00.001-07:002011-09-13T09:27:27.792-07:00lavor to sustainthe length of time.... <br />
<ul><li>the years we have ..<br />
have been there.. <br />
nourished...<br />
support this thinking.. <br />
.........heavy losses..to withstand... <br />
.........how will we know if it is today.. <br />
.........can we bring back that time.. <br />
<br />
a time.... ...........<br />
that was the one for us. </li>
<li>thoughts of those days like the truth is yesterday.. <br />
because we were young........<br />
that is why...... <br />
..........that is why you yearn for yesterday... ...........<br />
..........It maybe tenderness.. ...........It -may be things .. you remember of that day. <br />
<br />
<strong><em>............giernan.....chairein.....hortari... </em></strong> how can we make that one for us....... <br />
you rule the night.....<br />
you rule the time...........for me.... <br />
...........for all to see.........<br />
...........to mean the same.. as wistfully...or sadly be.... <br />
what I am doing here this day... <br />
...........today........<br />
................... <br />
sweat running down my face....... <br />
like tears on the sun....<br />
my ears going deaf....... ............<br />
............the loudness of the machine... <br />
............composing song for me to sing......... </li>
<li>so........when this day is over.....<br />
...........Am I still sane..... am I still the same..................<br />
...........animals running all around me...<br />
I will join them to sing a song......<br />
a dance for rain.. <br />
a dance for the <strong><em>genus porphyry .. </em></strong></li>
<li><strong><em>in our eyes. in our thinking ..<br />
this thought will be maintained... <br />
<br />
THIS THOUGHT WILL BE MAINTAINED </em></strong></li>
</ul>ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321864780229183975.post-86900426734095172062010-08-27T20:03:00.001-07:002011-09-13T08:40:42.132-07:00......love ?<ul><li>smears-like streaks across the sky's... <br />
sometimes as beautiful as the ones I see in your eyes....<br />
never as near.. <br />
.........never as clear.. <br />
.........as when you are here... </li>
<li>my love of all...<br />
my dear. <br />
melting away the feelings of fear. </li>
</ul>the nearness of you.. <br />
the warmth of your touch .. <br />
to me .....<br />
<br />
when we realize the distance...<br />
..........so far.. <br />
..........as the sight of a star... <br />
..........please help me understand .. <br />
what is it that I feel.....<br />
when you and I embrace .. <br />
the melodies that I hear .. <br />
..........and what they are .. <br />
..........forgive me my love.. <br />
pretend that you are invisible to all ... <br />
so that no one suffers.... <br />
for how beautiful you are.. <br />
..........in real flash....<br />
I could never accomplish the wish of a star.<br />
when you are near me... <br />
those feelings that get in the way.. ...........<br />
are to all invisible.. ...........<br />
to be the ones in the sky- <br />
and not to me at all.<br />
<br />
I want to dissolve.. <br />
melt away.. <br />
be no more...<br />
to finish it all .. <br />
<br />
so that the beginnings are still fresh there for all.. <br />
nothing left for one to see...<br />
nothing at all.. <br />
the Oder of love.. <br />
............the path of emotions..<br />
............the lyrics so strong. <br />
the love of a song. <br />
the hearts of the ones that are strong.. <br />
infuriating the ones that are wrong. .<br />
the words.....<br />
the meaning still there.. <br />
to the ones... <br />
so wrong in the love of a song..<br />
love is so wrong.... <br />
so.......wrong.<br />
the ones that belong..ecelliamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183681608774503523noreply@blogger.com0