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........

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

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 !!

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....

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........

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 ....

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.