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Let's fight until the fight is fought until the living mourns itself while the one is finally alone undigging the trenches on self waiting for at least one argument a bullet or a funeral a cry without, the laurels of...
Read More →I tripped into the abyss Yes, you had me at hello and the letter "e" The path of least resistance Was it meant to be? The years wasted in our youth If you only knew what this means to me...
Read More →You Had Me At Hello… I long for your touch To hear your voice sends me I here the one minute warning One day a week to see your smiling face The glass that divides us, shades the color of...
Read More →Pale Morning Dawn The Golden Aspen Leaves of Fall shimmer in the sun their bright gold silhouette along with the Pale Morning Dun Dancing on the liquid tension of a high sierra lake The fisherman stands anxiously awaiting this day's...
Read More →Allow me to introduce myself: ↨ I am the unknown, cognitive to no one including myself in the allowing morning in between dream and duty in the ungrasping the what I was told, is svelte, responsible; quite charming I would...
Read More →we can say there is " a time for happiness", we can say there is " a time for forgiveness", we can say many things about this… time may or may not be on our side… we will certainly see…...
Read More →Pachlebel I hear the pianoforte it takes me to a place of green and mist lace and grandeur the horse and carriage a castle candles that light the way white gloves tall hats masks the gowns that flow with each...
Read More →The color is so lite creamy even, like a blue sky a smart shape, it's tasteless filled with molecules, to reconfigure my brain morning ritual morning ceremony I am blunted, only a version of myself the color envelops me the...
Read More →Why should one wait, the hope or dream the patience has been given as obedience, not virtue one will receive what one despises, at their will missing the cue, will wait in line, forever until the doomsday reveals itself, rigged...
Read More →Rip my feathers from my back the gravity reasons their faith! the pillow I make from them makes my fall bearable flipping the wings I would have stayed in limbo for an eternity or two let me go to sleep...
Read More →Do you remember " let's talk" ??? perhaps I was seated on the toilet ranting I think I was trying to say something… I wanted to ask you if it is real… You were laughing… it was funny… no sense...
Read More →in search of the metaphor of the truth bounded by 25 gods by known love, hated and in between running away from every juvenile center, society Ferel I couldn't become anymore my departure, a form of self denial while sacrificed...
Read More →The glimpse and its belongings stopped I was afraid along were you the drop I felt, the rain you came for Cicanela
Read More →Death came in the room upon request and I laughed at her obedience. Then, we made love like two horny strangers everywhere else I begged for her to appear
Read More →In the empty space that surrounds my being appeared a solid mass of delusions covered with dirt. The breeze tells me nothing yet something is heard in the limbs of the shurbs. In the silence I hear the sparking gems...
Read More →TRANSMIT INFO: to me… bits, bytes.. this bites… virtual teeth RECEIVE INFO: compacted places of fluff.. brushed off words.my stance is balanced. strong core. leaking fluid. slowly… TRANSMIT INFO: slide your touch along a smooth granite wall. twinkle is the...
Read More →To the light! The army was marching to conquer. In the camp, in the night The spoken was born In the morning; with silence Too quiet to fight A battle of dreams, instead Had to come. By the camp, a...
Read More →Twist your eye to the sky Light leaps into your retina Consecrate the photons A great crimson powerful sight Day is Day… the whisp of Earth is changed Gaze the power of change Consider what consciousness? Consider alliteration click the...
Read More →stepping in, left and right. right as wrong can be. in the ether coagulant spins into a frothed beard. a hopeful thought can pass but may not move further than these bricks. wrongfully yours might contain the smoke of a...
Read More →after they made the day, its end a cluster-keeper was needed, the year from there, for ergonomic reasons, pipelines of months, so agony’s circulation poured civilized For a change, from under premature scabs, it rains A little triviality by pure-...
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