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Hágale pues mijo.. que si aquí a cualquier hijueputa se le dice doctor pues a cualquiera mierda se le puede llamar arte.

No te preocupes por
lo que dirán los demás..
Síguele duro y parejo,
fuerte y tenaz.

Exhibeselo a todo el mundo con entusiasmo y fervor y.....
Si ese es tu don
tu deseo tu ardor....

Dile a todos los que piensen pararte... pues ud. con su arte
y yo con mí arte
Colloquial Colombian double entendre that says don't let anyone get in the way of your artistic passion or hold you back from developing the gifts the universe has granted you. Tell them you do your thing and I'll do mine while ******* on you.  .......Impossible to truly translate the comedic double meaning
Pump them full
of lead in protest...
that's sure to
knock em dead.
Use all your ammunition,
leave em ****** read.

Be the Gatling that
mows em down,
the bullet lodged
inside their head,

Be black powder
burning imagery on
their minds unkind extinguishing the misery
that makes them lost
and blind
Hey pal pay now

on eBay too long
input and verify
Challenge and call
Bunch of ****** *******
to sell some used *****

Take all my data who knows where it goes so I'm persona non grata the internet blows

12 hours later still ain't walked the dog.  I say this is hell....what do you think God?
Twilight shadows gather
in an empty park,
to celebrate the close of day usher in the dark.

They run around and
chase each other
whispers on the ground
one last game of hide and seek
before they can't be found

They relish dusk until
our star finally bows its head.
Then in a rush
the park's hush-hush
til dawn gets out of bed
I've always believed in shadow monsters.  Inspired by the immortal Michaelangelo's Dusk and Dawn sculpture in the Medici mausoleum.
I travel through mirrors transcending time, reflective clone of a genesis divine. I see not 2 or 3 but a plenitude, a sea, endlessly expanding at angles and tangents by factors of me.

each of these pushing, still, forward until the primordial spark fades, making illumination impossible, lest they all catch up and we.... me ....regroup to collectively angle the fire back home to push on again by myself all alone.

I travel through mirrors, a transit through time, reflection of a universal consciousness with a singular yet transient genetic design
Universal consciousness
white wall patch on the floor a lonely broom in a corner, two
ft. from a crooked door. 

the foundation's cracked and slowly sinking. 110, hot, yet the sun has set & here I sit, alone,
just thinking.

the saying goes there's reason for all... missed my flight perhaps to answer some cosmic call.

these moments of solitude are golden ...my hand beckons me to procure pen and paper. the walls are all prepped no more need for a scraper.

so out pour the words, like a can of paint, flowing onto the
paper smoothly, with no restraint.
Stuck in Fort Worth 2018
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