anthony-b-perales - Hello Poetry

There is such a thing as paradise. Its not on any of our maps. They gave us space and kept paradise a secret. Its only spoken of in the mystery schools. Its the promise of paradise that keeps powerful men in line. They populate paradise with the dead and the missing . The promise of paradise is only for those on the side of the serpent. Or those willing to raise their young inverted.

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Apr 27, 2022

Apr 27, 2022 at 9:26 PM UTC

There's More Land {Promise of Paradise}

There is such a thing as paradise. Its not on any of our maps. They gave us space and kept paradise a secret. Its only spoken of in the mystery schools. Its the promise of paradise that keeps powerful men in line. They populate paradise with the dead and the missing . The promise of paradise is only for those on the side of the serpent. Or those willing to raise their young inverted.

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I aimed the old car south and ran as many red lights as my luck would allow. Kept my sunglasses on as I listened to Frusciante singing nothing but the truth all through the magic of my radio. Left the madness of the city and entered the land where atomic bombs and peoples sanity have both been tested. Desert roads littered with desert lies, like oasis and promises made in Vegas. I took a toot off the side of my hand like I seen them do in the movies. Wasted the better part of my stash on this foolish trick. This ride I'm taking is real. On my way I'll be looking for a wild young girl to roll my joints and laugh at my jokes. Give my eyes a place to rest in. I'm looking for a lovely from the low side of town. Whose spirit has yet to be broken and whose mind isn't already filled with their lies. Watched as the California landscape turned from beaches and tropical palms to cactus taller than most men and dry forgotten land that most come to die in. From congested freeways that hold the drivers hostage. To wide open desert highways where its safe to drink straight from the bottle without that pestering public servant there to ruin your ride. If I make it out of this dam desert alive with my wallet and my sanity still intact. I'll look back at it all as just another memory. And try not to give in to ever going back.

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Apr 22, 2022

Apr 22, 2022 at 9:58 PM UTC

Leaving California

I aimed the old car south and ran as many red lights as my luck would allow. Kept my sunglasses on as I listened to Frusciante singing nothing but the truth all through the magic of my radio. Left the madness of the city and entered the land where atomic bombs and peoples sanity have both been tested. Desert roads littered with desert lies, like oasis and promises made in Vegas. I took a toot off the side of my hand like I seen them do in the movies. Wasted the better part of my stash on this foolish trick. This ride I'm taking is real. On my way I'll be looking for a wild young girl to roll my joints and laugh at my jokes. Give my eyes a place to rest in. I'm looking for a lovely from the low side of town. Whose spirit has yet to be broken and whose mind isn't already filled with their lies. Watched as the California landscape turned from beaches and tropical palms to cactus taller than most men and dry forgotten land that most come to die in. From congested freeways that hold the drivers hostage. To wide open desert highways where its safe to drink straight from the bottle without that pestering public servant there to ruin your ride. If I make it out of this dam desert alive with my wallet and my sanity still intact. I'll look back at it all as just another memory. And try not to give in to ever going back.

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He has to drink his meals. So, I drink mine to. I have to drown his cells in nutrients. I'm trying to keep someone alive.

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Apr 19, 2022

Apr 19, 2022 at 10:17 PM UTC

C85.90 {Revisited]

He has to drink his meals. So, I drink mine to. I have to drown his cells in nutrients. I'm trying to keep someone alive.

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Can you write without the drugs? Create without the sadness? Make something without losing it all first? I probably can but we'll never know.

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Apr 15, 2022

Apr 15, 2022 at 12:06 AM UTC

Talking to the muse II

Can you write without the drugs? Create without the sadness? Make something without losing it all first? I probably can but we'll never know.

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The cruelest of all things is the short amount of time the Gods have allowed us to spend with our pets.

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Apr 15, 2022

Apr 15, 2022 at 12:05 AM UTC

Cat Years

The cruelest of all things is the short amount of time the Gods have allowed us to spend with our pets.

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Everyone needs a fan. Some earn their living from fans. Some despise them, yet still do the things that attracts them. My city attracts fans. They come from all over the Plain. Their favorite writer lived and died here. His wife still occupies the only home the writer ever owned. He's buried in our local cemetery. The headstone isn't fancy it bears his full name, his years on earth and some boxing gloves. Though all the stories I've ever heard said he always fought in the streets. And two words. "Don't Try". Fans often leave beer cans, wine bottles, cigars and cigarettes, notes and printed copies of his work. Which to me is all fine except when they decide to visit after hours and leave their messes behind. If you come here seeking to catch a glimpse of his home and maybe even his wife. You will only see large old Sycamore trees and giant palm fronds that hide his home like a Gisha's silk fan across her face. If you don't already know where it is good luck asking any of the locals. San Pedros always been a rather ruff port town the place where sailors and ****** came to spend their money and test their skills. They'll lead you all over, up and down streets similar to his with its Royal Palms lining each side of the block. All poking their fronds towards the heavens a hundred feet above the L.A Harbor. When you come here you will be welcomed with white California smiles but when you start asking questions about his ivy hidden classic Los Angeles Spanish style villa with its fruit trees and grape vines. We'll first tell you to please be respectful which will only help convince you we are telling you the truth. Before we write down directions sending you to the wrong place. That's how Hank would've wanted it.

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Apr 15, 2022

Apr 15, 2022 at 12:03 AM UTC

Home of the writer {Where the poet lived}

Everyone needs a fan. Some earn their living from fans. Some despise them, yet still do the things that attracts them. My city attracts fans. They come from all over the Plain. Their favorite writer lived and died here. His wife still occupies the only home the writer ever owned. He's buried in our local cemetery. The headstone isn't fancy it bears his full name, his years on earth and some boxing gloves. Though all the stories I've ever heard said he always fought in the streets. And two words. "Don't Try". Fans often leave beer cans, wine bottles, cigars and cigarettes, notes and printed copies of his work. Which to me is all fine except when they decide to visit after hours and leave their messes behind. If you come here seeking to catch a glimpse of his home and maybe even his wife. You will only see large old Sycamore trees and giant palm fronds that hide his home like a Gisha's silk fan across her face. If you don't already know where it is good luck asking any of the locals. San Pedros always been a rather ruff port town the place where sailors and ****** came to spend their money and test their skills. They'll lead you all over, up and down streets similar to his with its Royal Palms lining each side of the block. All poking their fronds towards the heavens a hundred feet above the L.A Harbor. When you come here you will be welcomed with white California smiles but when you start asking questions about his ivy hidden classic Los Angeles Spanish style villa with its fruit trees and grape vines. We'll first tell you to please be respectful which will only help convince you we are telling you the truth. Before we write down directions sending you to the wrong place. That's how Hank would've wanted it.

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I've had a headache for the last 4 days. I'm sitting in my room surrounded by mementos I keep meaning to throw away. Everything I own is covered in dust, this way I can tell when its been touched. My Cat lays dead in a card board box wrapped in her favorite blanket while I sit here trying to get as high as I can before burying her in my front yard at midnight. I have 5 hours until I have to drive over 100 miles before the sun rises all for $26.00 an hour. Another friend died, a close friend, at one time he was my best friend. I skipped the last 2 funerals and fought at the last one I went to. Did I mention my Cat. She saved my life once. She was 18 years old and died in my arms. I've had a headache for the last 4 days and I refuse to take any kind of pills. I'm still alive but dead on the side you can't see. I'll count the signs along the highway and pray for someone to hear me. She invited me to dinner , I haven't gone anywhere but work and the liquor store in years. I told her I missed her but asked her not to stay.

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Apr 15, 2022

Apr 15, 2022 at 12:01 AM UTC

Aging Gracefully {Only the Dead Complain}

I've had a headache for the last 4 days. I'm sitting in my room surrounded by mementos I keep meaning to throw away. Everything I own is covered in dust, this way I can tell when its been touched. My Cat lays dead in a card board box wrapped in her favorite blanket while I sit here trying to get as high as I can before burying her in my front yard at midnight. I have 5 hours until I have to drive over 100 miles before the sun rises all for $26.00 an hour. Another friend died, a close friend, at one time he was my best friend. I skipped the last 2 funerals and fought at the last one I went to. Did I mention my Cat. She saved my life once. She was 18 years old and died in my arms. I've had a headache for the last 4 days and I refuse to take any kind of pills. I'm still alive but dead on the side you can't see. I'll count the signs along the highway and pray for someone to hear me. She invited me to dinner , I haven't gone anywhere but work and the liquor store in years. I told her I missed her but asked her not to stay.

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There's been a lot of unnecessary death in San Pedro these last few years. People I once considered brothers, some at one time I would have done anything for. We are all getting older, a lot of things have changed. Some of the things we used to abuse now have the power to **** us. Be mindful of what it is you are doing, things aren't the same anymore. Remember Never Do It Alone its not the same anymore. Please be careful, you know who you are. Call me if you have to but just don't do it alone. The reasons we've all had for not speaking for years shouldn't matter anymore. We are living in a time like no other, not everyone will make it to see the outcome of future events. I should've answered his message instead of being mad about something 10 years ago. Now it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late. Rest Easy My Friends F.Laponovich B.Ardias R.Monje D.Monje Sr. R.M Monje B.Wheat C.Ivisovich M.Faust J.Beazera

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Apr 15, 2022

Apr 15, 2022 at 12:00 AM UTC

Too Late

There's been a lot of unnecessary death in San Pedro these last few years. People I once considered brothers, some at one time I would have done anything for. We are all getting older, a lot of things have changed. Some of the things we used to abuse now have the power to **** us. Be mindful of what it is you are doing, things aren't the same anymore. Remember Never Do It Alone its not the same anymore. Please be careful, you know who you are. Call me if you have to but just don't do it alone. The reasons we've all had for not speaking for years shouldn't matter anymore. We are living in a time like no other, not everyone will make it to see the outcome of future events. I should've answered his message instead of being mad about something 10 years ago. Now it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late. Rest Easy My Friends F.Laponovich B.Ardias R.Monje D.Monje Sr. R.M Monje B.Wheat C.Ivisovich M.Faust J.Beazera

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I'm in a world full of Giants. Everyone looks down upon me.

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Apr 14, 2022

Apr 14, 2022 at 11:58 PM UTC

I make myself small and yet they still see me

I'm in a world full of Giants. Everyone looks down upon me.

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Unionized Teachers and Radicalized Administrators believe somehow they know whats best. Agenda driven issues disguised as ideas. Tolerance and equality have both lost their way. Bearded women dressed in ******* read stories about Princess Boys to confused children. Kindergarten boys drawing Crayola vaginas while the girls form phalluses from play do. Inverted celebrities influence the young. While the verbal history of their elders is ignored. All of this is by design. The Law of Reversal is their law not mine. Their goal is to usher in The End of Days like they have so many times before. The twenty somethings are all for science and progression. Yet have no idea what freedom ever was.

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Apr 14, 2022

Apr 14, 2022 at 11:57 PM UTC

Crowleys Kids

Unionized Teachers and Radicalized Administrators believe somehow they know whats best. Agenda driven issues disguised as ideas. Tolerance and equality have both lost their way. Bearded women dressed in ******* read stories about Princess Boys to confused children. Kindergarten boys drawing Crayola vaginas while the girls form phalluses from play do. Inverted celebrities influence the young. While the verbal history of their elders is ignored. All of this is by design. The Law of Reversal is their law not mine. Their goal is to usher in The End of Days like they have so many times before. The twenty somethings are all for science and progression. Yet have no idea what freedom ever was.

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