No sé que pasó me bloqueaste y me borraste como si fuera tu ex-esposo.

Perdón si dije algo que no te gustó, la poesía no siempre es lo acontecido sino una exageración.  Es lo que usa el escritor pa encantar...que sus lectores lo lean y que lo vuelvan a alabar.

Sé que andas en un lugar muy obscuro pero quizás sería mejor ni juzgar te lo aseguro.  Imposible borrar lo que ya habías dicho tratarme así como si fuera un bicho.

Pero bien, tendrás tus razones pero pa curar aquel corazón y el alma, mejor tomes la poesía como algo que calma, y no te enfurezcas y obscurezca a tú alma.

My boy Eli, poet extrordinaire, punked the jura today.  He made a lot of sense so the pigs had a fit and squeeled off....rolled his windows up like a "punk *** ***** cop".  Dumb ****** rookie looking for sapos and a snitch...STOP!

Eli was just looking out for his fellow man....also his cousin, blood in part of the Garcia Cervantes, clan...he needs the help. He needs his family with millions of dollars to take the initiative and help their own people.

But since they've ignored their responsibilities, Eli was hoping the police, would step up...."protect and serve" the public's interest but **** those putos who only protect and serve their own...... ***** *** *****. **** THE COPS! **** THE PIGS! WHATCHOO GOT?

With this poem you should see another secret bout me if you're highly observant and a vigilent sleuth, this poem holds another clue that's the truth.

I risked it all to have you in my sights and me be at your beckoned call.
I rise early every morning to make sure you're still fine.  And later in the evening we chat as I drink wine.
I respect that you live and wish to remain outside but if I see you slouching I'll fix you up inside.
I reside with Iris by my side. We like to watch her neighbors, the poppies on the right .

Here's the follow up poem to the Art Show invite.  ANu Picasso will have 4 full walls in the show...please come see us at the Neutra Gallery and Museum in Silver Lake at 2379 Glendale Blvd. This Saturday, Sept 1st from 6-11pm.  One love my friends.

Que duermas
mi ángel poesía.... que
mañana será otro día.