jonathan-pizarro - Hello Poetry

Words and letters are written on walls Some as vandalization others as messages Words and letters are written on walls Words and sentences are written on billboards Some serve as advertising others to arouse awareness Words and sentences are written on billboards Words and paragraphs are written on my brain Some serve as inspiration others to support guidance Words and paragraphs are written on my brain Words are the weapons I use in a society that controls my image Words are the only thing that can divide me from being ghetto or educated My words are the only thing that I can vouch for like my ***** My words are the root of the intelligence that propels this sentence Letters in my words stand close to each other eager to make a statement If I do not show my words, my letters of cheerfulness begin to fade away Sentences are the compound of the mind that begs to be understood Sentences are made up of a tyranny chained down by a trendsetters mood My sentences contain verbs, nouns, adjectives and subjects that explain a lost purpose My sentences define the meaning of an ironical imagery that leads me to dream Sentences paint a picture that any blind character can see If I do not paint my sentences how will I ever show my brains art gallery Picasso used the paint brush to express his moods and feelings on a canvas Shakespeare and Allan Poe used ink to utter their thoughts on a sheet of paper Somewhere in my mind the collision of words and paint occurred Where I fused the essence of writing with the masterfulness of painting My words and sentences have met a significant other called paint Paint and words are my new best friend Paint and brushes are splattered and used upon walls Some are called vandalization while they represent artistic skills Paint and brushes are splattered and used upon walls Paint and words are written on subways So the eyes of the young and old can see the traveling message Paint and words are written on subways Paint and words smack up at my face So that the world sees who conveys this message Paint and words smack up at my face Paint gives visual to what words cannot picture My Paint serves as a method of expressing the mind’s tears and smiles My Paint becomes a tour guide through the loops of divine wonders Paint is just a stepping stone to the magnificent path of beauty A brush is just a brush depending on who holds it A brush is like the keyboard I constantly battle with to unleash my mind A brush can combine negativity and positivity and make peace A brush unites celibate beliefs with those whom are perverse Words and sentences along with paint and brushes help explain my motive Jonathan Pizarro Lost Cause © 2011 April 17th, 2011

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Sep 28, 2011

Sep 28, 2011 at 12:42 AM UTC

Words and Paint

Words and letters are written on walls Some as vandalization others as messages Words and letters are written on walls Words and sentences are written on billboards Some serve as advertising others to arouse awareness Words and sentences are written on billboards Words and paragraphs are written on my brain Some serve as inspiration others to support guidance Words and paragraphs are written on my brain Words are the weapons I use in a society that controls my image Words are the only thing that can divide me from being ghetto or educated My words are the only thing that I can vouch for like my ***** My words are the root of the intelligence that propels this sentence Letters in my words stand close to each other eager to make a statement If I do not show my words, my letters of cheerfulness begin to fade away Sentences are the compound of the mind that begs to be understood Sentences are made up of a tyranny chained down by a trendsetters mood My sentences contain verbs, nouns, adjectives and subjects that explain a lost purpose My sentences define the meaning of an ironical imagery that leads me to dream Sentences paint a picture that any blind character can see If I do not paint my sentences how will I ever show my brains art gallery Picasso used the paint brush to express his moods and feelings on a canvas Shakespeare and Allan Poe used ink to utter their thoughts on a sheet of paper Somewhere in my mind the collision of words and paint occurred Where I fused the essence of writing with the masterfulness of painting My words and sentences have met a significant other called paint Paint and words are my new best friend Paint and brushes are splattered and used upon walls Some are called vandalization while they represent artistic skills Paint and brushes are splattered and used upon walls Paint and words are written on subways So the eyes of the young and old can see the traveling message Paint and words are written on subways Paint and words smack up at my face So that the world sees who conveys this message Paint and words smack up at my face Paint gives visual to what words cannot picture My Paint serves as a method of expressing the mind’s tears and smiles My Paint becomes a tour guide through the loops of divine wonders Paint is just a stepping stone to the magnificent path of beauty A brush is just a brush depending on who holds it A brush is like the keyboard I constantly battle with to unleash my mind A brush can combine negativity and positivity and make peace A brush unites celibate beliefs with those whom are perverse Words and sentences along with paint and brushes help explain my motive Jonathan Pizarro Lost Cause © 2011 April 17th, 2011

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Define a modern day criminal While hypocritical political beings run our land Living in a critical pitiful painful physical caving roof With a senseless empirical prototypical lost truth Indivisible people with inimical minds destroy the parasitical But we don’t dream We don’t wish And we fear Impermissible values atypical to the nonphysical morals Incorporated with subliminal messages conveying hypercritical cynical thoughts That create a clinical stereotypical that cousins the excremental Archetypical of hatred and malice of our digital kind Visible scars traditional to the mental demons in our minds But we take the beatings We’re let down And we disappoint An occipital which lacks visual of the coincidental Leading to a sentimental moment where the only desires are miracles The minimal heart becomes gentle and suffers pain A pain in the temple far from accidental that can offer supplemental guidance Unconditional love and fundamental care But we take for granted We’re selfish And we fail An oriental vibe in the beat box’s instrumental welfare Which adorns the continental flesh like a spring ornamental plant Judgmental is the incidental human race, the municipal force of the universe Oppose the parental control against the environmental curiosity of our infants Because unlike rental we can’t take back our wagon of mishaps in a world so hypocritical, cynical, stereotypical, digital, and just mental. Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © March 7th, 2011 5:42am

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Sep 28, 2011

Sep 28, 2011 at 12:19 AM UTC

Inimical Mind

Define a modern day criminal While hypocritical political beings run our land Living in a critical pitiful painful physical caving roof With a senseless empirical prototypical lost truth Indivisible people with inimical minds destroy the parasitical But we don’t dream We don’t wish And we fear Impermissible values atypical to the nonphysical morals Incorporated with subliminal messages conveying hypercritical cynical thoughts That create a clinical stereotypical that cousins the excremental Archetypical of hatred and malice of our digital kind Visible scars traditional to the mental demons in our minds But we take the beatings We’re let down And we disappoint An occipital which lacks visual of the coincidental Leading to a sentimental moment where the only desires are miracles The minimal heart becomes gentle and suffers pain A pain in the temple far from accidental that can offer supplemental guidance Unconditional love and fundamental care But we take for granted We’re selfish And we fail An oriental vibe in the beat box’s instrumental welfare Which adorns the continental flesh like a spring ornamental plant Judgmental is the incidental human race, the municipal force of the universe Oppose the parental control against the environmental curiosity of our infants Because unlike rental we can’t take back our wagon of mishaps in a world so hypocritical, cynical, stereotypical, digital, and just mental. Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © March 7th, 2011 5:42am

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Define a modern day criminal While hypocritical political beings run our land Living in a critical pitiful painful physical caving roof With a senseless empirical prototypical lost truth Indivisible people with inimical minds destroy the parasitical But we don’t dream We don’t wish And we fear Impermissible values atypical to the nonphysical morals Incorporated with subliminal messages conveying hypercritical cynical thoughts That create a clinical stereotypical that cousins the excremental Archetypical of hatred and malice of our digital kind Visible scars traditional to the mental demons in our minds But we take the beatings We’re let down And we disappoint An occipital which lacks visual of the coincidental Leading to a sentimental moment where the only desires are miracles The minimal heart becomes gentle and suffers pain A pain in the temple far from accidental that can offer supplemental guidance Unconditional love and fundamental care But we take for granted We’re selfish And we fail An oriental vibe in the beat box’s instrumental welfare Which adorns the continental flesh like a spring ornamental plant Judgmental is the incidental human race, the municipal force of the universe Oppose the parental control against the environmental curiosity of our infants Because unlike rental we can’t take back our wagon of mishaps in a world so hypocritical, cynical, stereotypical, digital, and just mental. Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © March 7th, 2011 5:42am

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Sep 28, 2011

Sep 28, 2011 at 12:19 AM UTC

Inimical Mind

Define a modern day criminal While hypocritical political beings run our land Living in a critical pitiful painful physical caving roof With a senseless empirical prototypical lost truth Indivisible people with inimical minds destroy the parasitical But we don’t dream We don’t wish And we fear Impermissible values atypical to the nonphysical morals Incorporated with subliminal messages conveying hypercritical cynical thoughts That create a clinical stereotypical that cousins the excremental Archetypical of hatred and malice of our digital kind Visible scars traditional to the mental demons in our minds But we take the beatings We’re let down And we disappoint An occipital which lacks visual of the coincidental Leading to a sentimental moment where the only desires are miracles The minimal heart becomes gentle and suffers pain A pain in the temple far from accidental that can offer supplemental guidance Unconditional love and fundamental care But we take for granted We’re selfish And we fail An oriental vibe in the beat box’s instrumental welfare Which adorns the continental flesh like a spring ornamental plant Judgmental is the incidental human race, the municipal force of the universe Oppose the parental control against the environmental curiosity of our infants Because unlike rental we can’t take back our wagon of mishaps in a world so hypocritical, cynical, stereotypical, digital, and just mental. Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © March 7th, 2011 5:42am

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A mask of lies disguises my inner thoughts Accompanied by a black veil which conceals my sorrows A cage of snakes hold captive everything I ever bought While ropes of disillusions hold back my tomorrows Encountering materialistic poisons that plague my existence With a side dish of infectious bad habits Offered with a full menu of self-destructive malignance That are stuffed into my boxed head like voting ballots Having a desire for unwanted capitulation Which lead to uncontrollable regrettable decisions But a light guides me on a path to true elation With nervousness overcoming my body like a surgeon making his first incision Darkness becomes light blessed with colorful roses A flame of love has ignited its route like a traveling circus Followed by a wandering mind that creatively composes As life’s symphonic strings are strummed, this writer finds his purpose Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © January 29, 2011 2:40am

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Feb 20, 2011

Feb 20, 2011 at 9:31 PM UTC

Traveling Circus

A mask of lies disguises my inner thoughts Accompanied by a black veil which conceals my sorrows A cage of snakes hold captive everything I ever bought While ropes of disillusions hold back my tomorrows Encountering materialistic poisons that plague my existence With a side dish of infectious bad habits Offered with a full menu of self-destructive malignance That are stuffed into my boxed head like voting ballots Having a desire for unwanted capitulation Which lead to uncontrollable regrettable decisions But a light guides me on a path to true elation With nervousness overcoming my body like a surgeon making his first incision Darkness becomes light blessed with colorful roses A flame of love has ignited its route like a traveling circus Followed by a wandering mind that creatively composes As life’s symphonic strings are strummed, this writer finds his purpose Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © January 29, 2011 2:40am

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Standing against the crime of my heart I’m tired of falling for your type Today I’ll find my way and break apart I’ll celebrate my victory with Irish bag pipes But I’ll cry for you on lonely nights How can you have made my days so bright How I wish I never know ya Now I’m all alone in this room in a Hotel in California Divine were your kisses of pure seduction Now I’m lost on this one way highway Who would of known you were a terrible destruction I’m meaningless without you! you were my dossier! How come no one told me life would be such a bad ride? Surfing in a ocean of my tears with a forecasted high tide I’m pouring out my feelings on this ***** napkin Cause unlike you, it at least holds a bit of dignity We were foolish to claim to love each other into infinity! The hunger made me eat too much with my eyes Forgetting my values and my only decency And I fell under the spells of your lies Roses of pity in a bouquet of discord Can’t even afford to pay attention Can‘t keep going on with this tension, People where is our Lord? I just want some words, give me the silliest explanation Heal the pain you have purposely caused Your false image keeps running thru my veins Black rain won’t mask the painful distraught The thought of seeing you again will be an attempt so vain In which I try to forget those events From all my mistakes your one I wish I can prevent A soup so hard to swallow with these sour condiments You’re a horrible person I take back my beautiful compliments Can’t believe my days will be filled with your torment I hope this is for the time being, just for the moment They judge me for what I’ve done but what do they know? If my only companions is a comfy carpet and a bottle of Cuervo Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © January 29, 2011 4:31am

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Feb 20, 2011

Feb 20, 2011 at 9:30 PM UTC

Sour Condiments

Standing against the crime of my heart I’m tired of falling for your type Today I’ll find my way and break apart I’ll celebrate my victory with Irish bag pipes But I’ll cry for you on lonely nights How can you have made my days so bright How I wish I never know ya Now I’m all alone in this room in a Hotel in California Divine were your kisses of pure seduction Now I’m lost on this one way highway Who would of known you were a terrible destruction I’m meaningless without you! you were my dossier! How come no one told me life would be such a bad ride? Surfing in a ocean of my tears with a forecasted high tide I’m pouring out my feelings on this ***** napkin Cause unlike you, it at least holds a bit of dignity We were foolish to claim to love each other into infinity! The hunger made me eat too much with my eyes Forgetting my values and my only decency And I fell under the spells of your lies Roses of pity in a bouquet of discord Can’t even afford to pay attention Can‘t keep going on with this tension, People where is our Lord? I just want some words, give me the silliest explanation Heal the pain you have purposely caused Your false image keeps running thru my veins Black rain won’t mask the painful distraught The thought of seeing you again will be an attempt so vain In which I try to forget those events From all my mistakes your one I wish I can prevent A soup so hard to swallow with these sour condiments You’re a horrible person I take back my beautiful compliments Can’t believe my days will be filled with your torment I hope this is for the time being, just for the moment They judge me for what I’ve done but what do they know? If my only companions is a comfy carpet and a bottle of Cuervo Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © January 29, 2011 4:31am

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Pumping an uncontrollable substance through my heart Hope this feeling never ends or I’d be torn apart A magical sensation with every pleasurable pulse This must be illegal, something for the adults Every moment, every thump, makes me lose my thought Lets runaway together with the thrill of getting caught Shuttle me thru your loops of vibrational divines ****** my flesh with your soft hum while I slowly unwind Make me lose myself with no method of meeting time If your admiration is at the top of the wobbly hill, then I’ll climb But understand I’m wrapped around your finger with every minute that passes by I’m in a meeting with your roots with nothing on, except a tie This must be the so called meaning of life Listening to every word and every piece of advice That you simply can not only be mine But is like your part of me, somehow connected to my spine A strong emotion I can’t get rid off, where is its rubric? Maybe your suppose to be a part of me, perhaps you’re my runic This is such an indulging pleasure I can’t confuse it Because I’m not in love with you girl, I’m in love with music Jonathan “Prototype” Pizarro Copyright 2011 © August 30, 2010 11:12am

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Feb 20, 2011

Feb 20, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC

Vibrational Divines

Pumping an uncontrollable substance through my heart Hope this feeling never ends or I’d be torn apart A magical sensation with every pleasurable pulse This must be illegal, something for the adults Every moment, every thump, makes me lose my thought Lets runaway together with the thrill of getting caught Shuttle me thru your loops of vibrational divines ****** my flesh with your soft hum while I slowly unwind Make me lose myself with no method of meeting time If your admiration is at the top of the wobbly hill, then I’ll climb But understand I’m wrapped around your finger with every minute that passes by I’m in a meeting with your roots with nothing on, except a tie This must be the so called meaning of life Listening to every word and every piece of advice That you simply can not only be mine But is like your part of me, somehow connected to my spine A strong emotion I can’t get rid off, where is its rubric? Maybe your suppose to be a part of me, perhaps you’re my runic This is such an indulging pleasure I can’t confuse it Because I’m not in love with you girl, I’m in love with music Jonathan “Prototype” Pizarro Copyright 2011 © August 30, 2010 11:12am

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Today walked down the street in my wheel chair Rode the bus and train but forgot to be pay the taxi fare Found my self with a blind guy who gave me directions Got educated by an eighty year old on morning erections Held an interesting conversation with a deaf friend Listened to a book with no meaning and no end Sitting down made my legs hurt but mostly my heels Skinned an orange, threw out the bad stuff and ate the peel Breakdanced the morning moon with a dude who didn’t have legs Simmered the night sun with tea that was poured out of kegs Had dinner with a vegetarian and we shared my steak dish Also, we swam in the sky with a remarkable flying fish Saw a janitor perform heart surgery on a machine While the doctor told a cricket what was wrong with his spleen Wrote lyrics with a dyslexic composer on a piano Tanned on the beach lines of Alaska with a dark albino Found my way thru the day with a dull flashlight Slithered around with a snake that offered a colorful sight Today was a day much more opposite than any other Is this the confusion you had when you saw me with my lover? Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2010 © May 12, 2010

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Feb 20, 2011

Feb 20, 2011 at 8:53 PM UTC

Night Sun

Today walked down the street in my wheel chair Rode the bus and train but forgot to be pay the taxi fare Found my self with a blind guy who gave me directions Got educated by an eighty year old on morning erections Held an interesting conversation with a deaf friend Listened to a book with no meaning and no end Sitting down made my legs hurt but mostly my heels Skinned an orange, threw out the bad stuff and ate the peel Breakdanced the morning moon with a dude who didn’t have legs Simmered the night sun with tea that was poured out of kegs Had dinner with a vegetarian and we shared my steak dish Also, we swam in the sky with a remarkable flying fish Saw a janitor perform heart surgery on a machine While the doctor told a cricket what was wrong with his spleen Wrote lyrics with a dyslexic composer on a piano Tanned on the beach lines of Alaska with a dark albino Found my way thru the day with a dull flashlight Slithered around with a snake that offered a colorful sight Today was a day much more opposite than any other Is this the confusion you had when you saw me with my lover? Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2010 © May 12, 2010

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