love is reserve

          In the interest of loves reserve...

we all manage to forgive the errors that we serve.

• to you....
  ..........so happily like the subtle aroma of .. Cognac...
  is the softness of yours ...
  ..........in view.......all of you.....
  the beauty of your eyes is like a song.......
  as a subtle touch .......
  of a forgiven wrong.
  
  ...........as a winter night is when.........
  when you are there to make me warm..
  
  ...........the changes in color of your eyes ...
• ...........changes that are as like a torment of a winter storm.
  the passion of your nearness.........
  like the night before.......
  can you remember then........
  as it was
  
  when we were one......
  in the night of love...
  the intensity........
  ............as the like ..
  the energy was coming from  above.
  
  my sweet...my everything.....
  my life ......
  my love.....
  .............all that exists..
  is what you are to me....
  as i try to evict......
  to vanquish......
  ..............empty is the rest of me...
  
  THE REST OF ME  !

wind ..........

• not so qua it today.........
  announcing the nothing of thought..
  .........wonder in this night...
  .........a beacon that is not bright
  
  that part that is not there when you go..
  even when one come along
  enormity strange defiance ....
  .........a challenge to be free
  .........imperfections played out for all to see.
  
  fortifications.......arranged In a certain way
  defilade......the enfilading fire that is there
  ..........just beneath the surface
  ..........so defile...
  dirty..
  unclean the thoughts ...
  unpleasant condemnation of ones very dream.

please wake me up .....

as soon as you hear me scream........

because I'm flying to your wishes in my dream.

when you touch me .. it scares me.

.........makes my hand...

 that you will reach me ..

.........makes me think that you will bring me down...

down to what is real....

........scary to be here....

........scary to be real........

do not allow me to come near.......

maintain.......prevent the course

         vigilance and force

• imminent danger
  when I get down to the ground with you...
  .........i will wake up
  the wind hard on all things
  like the white sands
  
  flying above you ..
  .......... you do not know.
  until i come down to make a stand
  like a nature character ......
  conditions that are not normal..
  sinking to a low corrupted way
  
  ..........that is how it feels......
  that is how it will be .......
  
  today.....
  today in the wind........
  

loneliness

loneliness......
          .as the current that rounds the rock

like the one we see from the photos of a distant planet..

like the ones that gear up on the lose mind.....

the empty ones that we always find.....

..........hands that stretch up to the heavens........

of ones forgiveness in time...

..........bleakness......

desolation as one sees one distant star

.........the separation of others...

sadness...

dejection to be with the ones we are ..

no consolation.........away from ...

and to the other end of the constellation .. 

.........no  understanding

no touch.......in pretending.....

extension to a considerable decent

containing sounds of a different time

• possessing an uncommon length of similarity
  while we walk this line
• embracing the mist of what we find
  
  rounding the face of the ones we see ......
  in those we animate

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

.........the appearance of the body ..
in an animated successive position of ones stay.

.........anonymous.....as a wish...
anonymity........as the dreams we had today
unknown.....
the dark moments that we wish to stay.

.........we do not want anyone today...

bring me life.....

bring me faith.....

allow me to breath the candles of the day.....

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

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

the bullet hits the wall

•        the father was eliminated.....
  eliminated with a thought...........
  that loud PING  that woke you up ..  was a thought of death from his son......
  they were guarding a valuable plant....
• 
  tall........
  the father cut a piece of it.......the younger son objected ......
  the father shot him.  ...   on his way down to death....
  he thought the father to die.
  
           THE BULLET HITS THE WALL OF STEEL.
  
  discursive .. nonsense.........
  like a vulgar deception to the mind.....
  when you are awake.......
  
  with a smile to eat your cake...with a
  habitual cruelty to the sense....
  blustering all pretence.....
  
  browbeating in a behavior cruel to the stance ....
  cruel to the awaken side ....weaker...
  .........like a hired ...Ru-Fiann...
  
  indulge to the fantasies of the night...
  imagine---Nation of dream time...
  illusions with the  fantasy .. 
  
  to a dreary time in ones life......
  visionary creations in a bowl of the define...
  abstemiousness to release the dreamlike reality to the mind...
  strong desire to be alive..
  
  intoxication....
  retraining one .. 
  if one wakes up ....
  
  until you want to abstain ..
  consider a part of the application that is coming to one.......
  in the night....
  
  all in the night   !
  
  

eight times ten +39

rest your head on a pillow of depth....

........perpendicular measurement downward...

bring it to this side when you can...... a condition-ed nightmare

........reveal the options that are there.....

the laud ping of a bullet hitting a wall of steel

drops to the ground with the force of gravity

in amazement wake up........tell the world of ...

the sobriety...the  indignity of that side

tell the world what is there .. on that side..

not wanting to live is not suicide...

............it is the desire not to live...

the desire to end what is on this side......

............not to be alive.....

the laud ring steals the sound of dieing......

the power of your dreams made it happen. and you wake up..

............cuts it up lake Cain....

............cuts it up like a valuable vain ..

............the value of something that is rare

like vein........

alarmed so early ...

gets up to work......

before you forget what you saw the night before..

in your dreams...

.........the knives..

.........the blood...the power of your brother standing high . looking down at you ..

.........useless you....
unable to lift even a hand to defend yourself...

.........your little sister comes to counsel you...

.........gets down on her knees and cries with you...

three are against you.....two are not there at all in your dream..

what should that mean.....

• your father the authority figure is  there not ........
  .........yet
  the dream has only begun so .....
  so maybe ..
  he is coming....
  to neutralize the frightening dream..
  with a terrorized monstrous one yet ..
  he is.......
  as he is always there causing the evil spirit to awaken one to safety....
  
  awake is safe.
  never to sleep again........ever !

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
  

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......

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

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.

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.