I've been given several Nick's throughout my life. As an infant I was Gordo, in grammar school my buck teeth made me a ******.  In high school I became the infamous Johnny Chingas...a moniker I use in a certain way.  In college I was christened 20 perhaps I'll tell you why some day.  But of all the nicknames  I've been given there's only one I have heard no one speak...Crimson.  I will not die I will not rest until you say it out loud in front of me with all that heart and soul you hide locked up in that chest.

silkEN KIng I know
It was you and not ANother
that first fashioned Adamu
and have championed our cause ever since.

Bochica Kukulkan Quetzalcóatl great healer, protector of man .....from the Spite of his Father's hand.

Who smites and annihilates,
sends plagues to his people
and demands their first born?
Who calls for war and blood and keeps man in the dark?

Compared to Yahweh your picture is saintly
yet you bear the blame
Of all evil in this world

The blind shall open their eyes once the truth unfurls.

Se me hace raro que mi dentista se parezca a una amiga de Córdoba....y que también tengan el mismo gusto en forma de vestir, en collar, hasta en su corte de pelo.  Aún más raro es que veo a esta cara en el rostro de todas mis nuevos amigos.  Pero imposible....o será?  Hmmmm....que jueguitos que juega su personalidad.... colombianas, argentinas, españolas, inglesa, estudiantes, poetas, músicos y hasta indios y árabes, de CA, OR, NY, WY y quién sabe donde más.

Yo les dije...Dios lo ve todo....hasta los lunares de tu pecho, tu nuca y quijada.

D EVIL NAMED DE MAN LIVED

Because I've never even seen you and I'm already head over heels.  In less than a month you've made me the happiest and luckiest guy in the whole universe and the two dimensions next door.....with your words, your ears, your mind, your kindness, your truth, your pain.......my crimson twin flame.

If I don't ****** a doe it's eggplant parmesan for dinner.
Wait no no.... gotta use those nice zucchini and yellow summer squash too, add a lil provolone, with a homemade marinara, some asiago and a basil leaf to boot.  Fresh garden Napoleons....but it would be so much better with a rosemary skewered venison filet....here deer. .here deer.

I hate my memory but check this connection....Asher = Antony Uptown = lovely boy in love = Girl likes other poet's poems, start spending time with him = angry boy begins to feel abandoned tries to talk to girl who's showing her new attraction = angry begins to argue want to talk on phone =  pretty girl writes poem saying she logged out.  

Now angry boy is jealous and furious and reads all ancient poets words.  Angry tries to get old poet to IM as he pretends.  Old poet tells the crazy broad these poems aren't for her.  Angry boy can't get proof he needs of to prove to exgirlfriend" that new love is a liar, cheat and predator.   Meantime ancient Mariner and pretty girl begin to get hate messages and a "warning" of impending doom and hurt from Astral.  Old man and young Muse relate these weird messages to each other.  Mature man writes to Astral telling him step off.  Astral disappears and 24 hours later has filled "blood drained" pretty girl with lies making her believe old man only cheats and lust for more than her.  All of this in little more than 2 weeks of growing feelings and talking all night every night.  In weakened state she cannot see the sequence of events...nor motives for crushing her like this so she writes a players poem and begin to hate her friend.  Old man cannot comprehend how this whole tale unfolded until he projects again...he used his third eye to find the stories first page. Jealousy caused angry boy to create a scenario since he's lost her heart to old man...if I can't have her he can't either thinks angry boy.  plotting strategy to ruin old man's chances = knows unsure girl's fears = use these against her so he can't have her either = become ten women and create some crazy fiction to dethrone the champion of her hand.

Now I see motive for the lies to separate twin flame sensor.  I see an impossible timeline to be the womanizer I'm accused of being.  I see that the demise came about after the lies told to me meet with no response so Angry boy plays on her emotions to hopefully get regain....result is a good soul laying almost dead distraught destroyed and angry so into a shell she hides.  Everybody losses here my love...can't you see what I see.  Look at the timeframe to see the same movie and drama I can see.  But pretty girl won't even give okm man the time of day....I guess I must bow out...young Asher wins again.

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

Dis Po' ol'boy is rich as can be!!!....yessir !!! gots me a tribillion words at my 'sposal anytime I wants em o be.

Trim trimmy trim trim trim trimmy...trim trim trim trim trim  trim trim trim trimmy.....

Time to head back up that hollow and finish trimming my ****.  Colby you better have a couple Starbucks double shots!  Come on Bubba...outta bed...mountain time again.

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so ******' special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so ******' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
She's running out again,
She's running out
She's run run run run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so ******' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
Songwriters: Mike Hazlewood / Albert Hammond / Colin Greenwood / Jonathan Greenwood / Edward O'brien / Philip Selway / Thomas Yorke
Creep lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

You can't bring me down from my cloud....maybe grab my hand and drop the negativity shroud.

I'm just as guilty as you
scrolling down hitting like without reading it through

I wanna read them all
I swear I do but I now
know how it hurts;
I feel really small

It's easier to glance
at a painting and see
what the artist intended
for you to believe

But to scan through
a poem to try and
get the gist...
does nobody justice
There's plenty to miss

I'll try to be better,
I'll slow it down
Give you all feedback
and not just
jump all around

Art is my salvation
a gift to cure my soul
Catharsis from creation
Pens and brushes
make me whole
Laughter lends its colors
to a dark and dreary Life
Light invades my spirit
and eases what was strife

The Cars, Jethro Tull, ELO, Stones, Sabbath, Blondie.....yeah you might of heard of them but I had these artists on 8-track.

8 years old sitting in the boat of a brown and green station wagon.... Saudade

The phone rings...
Carlos - Hey brother
....just calling to let ya know H
passed away last night...asthma attack... couldn't revive em.
Me - what the ****.... we're falling like Dominoes bro.  Man...I didn't get a chance to tell him I forgave him.... Here's to you Harry.... your fight is over...see you on the other side.

So these Giants that roamed the earth in the days of the good Old book...the so called Nephilim.... with the the power to bound thru the sky!  

Are these, "the men of renown" the same ones that now shoot pro hoops downtown? It's easy to follow the logic you see... It's obvious these guys can fly indeed.

Finicky we are... Trend for 3 days and then not.  Its all good its just timing..... The right words at the right moment.... you're not in a rut....don't panic. They read when the moon is full and people are manic.  But to create this way is to cater to the masses and to need the praises of poets looking through glasses.

I fly and shoot straight ....so I'll continue with my poems at the least likely time you'd expect.
And I don't care if it's read 10k times or none and could care less if you like it, I do it for fun.

But it also could be that like most other people you can't comprehend me. But if you want to just ask me I'll give you the key.

Merc,

Yo dawg whereya at, Mr. Quicksilver?...the mail's getting backed up...I need you to talk to that goddess of love quick cuz the one at my side just isn't my cup.

ANu

tetrahydrocannabinolautisticallycalm

Some reader's leave a ****** trail of broken poets ...along the way collecting tiny pieces of each to Frankenstein their perfect ONE!

Food is good...

For the body ...
Eat fish and vegetables.

For the heart & mind....
Consume poetry, art
and music.

For the soul...
Harvest from the trees
God's given you and
Share with the world

IM NAMED DE MAN MI

Flying beneath the shadows in my mind, trying to catch a glimpse I hit rewind.

But every time I try to get ahead some fool steps in to paint my vision red and every time I try to do some good, the Beast escapes and chaos intrudes.

No brakes, can't stop... a mean old bull at heart.  No brakes can't stop once the fury starts.

The other guy is busting loose again run and hide cuz he's no one's friend.

Every time I try to get ahead some fool steps to make my eyes see red. Every time I try to do some good the Beast Escapes and chaos intrudes.

Flying beneath the shadows in rewind trying to catch a glimpse inside my mind.

Rising from these ashes I've called life.... Malignant thoughts subside no pain no strife.

My heart is flying faster than a jet fighter...Mach5.
My soul rejoices because yours is so alive.
Since you've arrived...
Immortal!!! you by my side.
So high I could just die.
My being tells me it's right....
To see just look into my eyes.
I've landed in paradise.

Nefarious nephews of the nephilim; how can we get to the other side of the sea?

We can fly you 4 at a time but you can't take your lugg...neh, ferry us instead.

Give license for people to believe that an honest person has deceived.  I am not a liar and I will face my maker proudly when it's my time for judgement...I'll look him straight in the eye...and won't even have to say the words before he says son...I know, I know....come sit with me tell me why you cry.

Sticky itchy skunky stinky.....puff puff puff puff no need to give.... Colby's got his own big fatty as we slowly trim.
But boy it's getting warm up here ....time for second breakfast....toss me one Dem cold ones before the I load the bow for deer.

I love the way the Brits speak
Love the way my curiosity she peaks.
I love people of all shapes, colors and sizes...tall short black white brown thin fat...  Their inside is what I look at.
I love that you wage the same war I do.....sometimes life is black other times blue.
I love that you want to learn how to fish....but I promise I'll always cook your favorite dish.
I love that you love Tiramisu.....it means the same thing I want to mean to you.
I love that you're willing to take your heels off so we can dance....there's no need to my love I'm stuck in this trance.
I love that you're you and never ever want your journey to be black or blue.
I love YOU!

You're two goddesses rolled into one...one born of the foam of the sea, the other, the moon ....... And protector of children, animals... me.

"Pendleton, Lighting Bolt board shorts, Hawaiian Print Vans and a handle-bar moustache".  Wow....and listening to the Dead South.  "Get a load of gramps!" shouts some 20 something punk as the tanned "mom didn't dress me" hipster orders an Arrogant ******* Ale.  
"I'll still kick your *** ya ****** snotty *** kid" he mutters.

Thank you God for showing me that you have some grand plan in mind even if it isn't what I thought that plan should nor if I know not yet what it could be.

Dialogo entre dos "duros" de Colombia......

Oiga Manolo, ud. sí que tiene huevo papá...

Pues  si hermano...pa qué echo cuentos....plata o plomo? Así de fácil.

Since there's a consensus that "we" writers are a lying bunch, I'ma give y'all another "tall tale".

My brother's motto was ride it til the wheels fall off.  Not the tires mind you but the wheels.

Marco, my nutty lil brother
had his first full cardiac arrest at 29 behind bars.  Left in his cell wailing for three days caused the fatal scars.  

But since he'd only used 5 of his 9 lives, he partied every night ......
til the **** crowed at five.

Wet ones from the Gardens, clavo from up the street, pills of every shape and form...you name it...it was all candy, all sweet.

Suffice to say, he had a second full cardiac arrest, subsequent surgery...the doctors did their best.

And like Humpty he was glued back together to one piece only to head straight to the dealers house then the bar moments after his release.

Two more years running wild, boosting and muling, GTAing and thievin....I found him naked on the floor.... purple not breathing.

Dial 911...there ain't nothing to be done, still the pigs come and isolate me from the scene questioning me further...I'm being investigated for ******.....

Everything I see I eat...gotta fatten up for the slaving ahead....if I expend 6000 calories slinging that hammer 12 hrs a day....I gotta eat by the pound.  Ain't worried...I never get round but **** I'll get weak if I don't eat til I can't speak.

I'm lost in the sea of your navy grey eyes.... sublime....I could float in them til the end of time.

Sueño con aquel maritimo azul-gris del pacifico océano de tus ojos.  Andando en vela y con velas, perdido en lo placentero de esos dos espejos de tu alma...los que yo hasta el fin del mundo escojo.

But I turned it on just now to some random show after 60 minutes...."God friended Me".... weird how he makes me listen when I need to.

His infidelity broke my mom in two, shattered our family created hate inside my heart.  This is why I chose to be alone for fear that someone would do the same to me.  Reaction formation made me fall hard twice..thinking it was forever ...each one for more than 6 years....this time I fell harder thinking I was battered enough to make the wisest choice...that God had finally sent me the ONE.... Stick it deep until the end....as you said for the Long haul.  In my eyes you are the one and if God wills it he'll help you see things right.. and realize that in every thing I told you there was and is no single lie.  I love you for protecting your fragile heart and don't blame you for breaking mine apart.... you're the one I know that ...always have....I'd rather be with Bubba than have someone else by my side if God says it can't be you....I don't know what will happen as God does work in mysterious ways often with ulterior motives

Thank you James for helping me remember that I deserve more than I've received....for it only matters that I and I alone know I've not deceived.

I'll not peddle off my power nor my morals defend with hate. I'll leave it to the man upstairs to judge me ..for him to seal my fate.

For when I stand before him I'll look Him in the eye not glance and look away.  So for now I'll keep on truckin' truth lights my lonesome way.

When two Gods collaborate even the angels can't sing along for it makes them shed too many tears of joy.

RIP CHRIS CORNELL & PRINCE....Nothing compares to you.

¡Mirá las gambas de esa mina!  ¡Que boludo que sos!

I'm waiting on a letter to tell me things are better....but i fear the horse and rider are lost in the hills of my imagination.  
Climbing attempting to reach high ground to touch the light. So many stars too dark to see too bright.
Sleep my philly, I'll have a nap.  Too lit to cross the River.  Tomorrow we'll see better regain our sight.... daytime is never quit as bright as the matins' starry night