Has de beber

Totalmente este situacion
Complentamente en los sentidos de tus antepasados

Has de creer

Totalmete en el poder del ser
Solamente en un gran pasion

Has de saboriar

Totalmente los rayos del sol y la luna
Unicamente en los brillantes rayos de la alma

Has de cantar

Brevemente de los llantos
Frequentemente con tus amantes

Has de bailar

Rapidamente como los ojos del joventud
Lentamente como el sabiduria de los antiguos

Has de ser

Puramente un amalgacion
Tranquilamente tu propio verdad

Has de tocar

Suavemente al mundo que has alimentado
Firmemente al mundo que te acose

Has de saber

Hoy siempre se terminara
Y manana tienes la gracia de comenzar

Has de entender

No es el mundo que te trata de danar
Que el miedo nos dana mas que nos protégé

Has de amar

Sin ser egoista
Sin ser imbecile

Has de…

The throbbing is almost blinding
I’m up In pain starving & alone
It’s not the pain
I can even be happy alone
(some days)
It is the starving
Not for food

Not

Well not for just anything
Today would have
Would have been

Been
No
Is

Is 1 of those days
Where I’m starving
Because of you
Yes
You

It’s just the ideal
I tell myself
The easy
Oh so easy thing
Because of what I did
I do
Do to myself some nights

Thank someone
Anyone

Because it isn’t
Isn’t ever going to be
Fire knives guns & drugs
Any more
Try as I might
I am going to be
A statistic

Some place
They will have My box
And I will just
Check in

Just not like today
Not one of these days

When I’m starving
For you

When the gaunt look
Is rooted on my face

When my decisions
Have been poor

(“aren’t they all” you gently chime in my mind)

I prefer the old way
A lil’ salve & the
The fire knives & guns
Disappear


Ominously



Obviously





It is one of those 
   Days

its been
moments since I thought about you
in any capacity
minutes since
I remembered some portion of our story
hours since I felt anger
days since I tried to pick up my phone
weeks since I last contacted you
months since we last touched.

its been

months since you crushed me
weeks since I put on the brave face
days since I longed for you
hours since I spoke of you
minutes of starring into a blank screen
silently pleading
moments before all this is behind me again.

It’ll be

Moments of weakness
when I think about “us”
Minutes of silent cursing
while you run through my mind
Hours of rationalizing
before I let it go
Days of depression

I know

Weeks of emotions crammed into a few minutes
Months of self doubt and insanity

Soon it’ll be

years

But I’ll always have


the



tears.

arbitrary
beyond
conception

development
eruditely
functional

go­verning
honing
instilling
justifications

kaleidoscopic
laelia
ma­nifestations
negating
oafish
palpebrations

queries
reflect
summa­tions
trouncing
ubiquitous
vagrancies
within

xenophobic
yoked
ze­itgeists.

Pen to paper
My old friend

Advances in script
Either show I’ve grown
Or merely become decrepit
Since I last drew
Upon this time honored medium.

A lazy penchant is this

My old habit to write
Selfishly just for me

Some scrawl indiscernible
To any ones eye but my own.

Some how I feel
In some place it stirs
Hoping for a visage P
raying for an avatar
Begging for a symbol.

Something that marks
An item to burn
To scar the earth

In its joyous existence
An acceptance.

For this it searches
Some legacy in the world
For that place
It doesn’t inhabit

Yes, it cohabitates
Truth will be known
To those with unclouded eyes.

Peace brought to the wrangling edge of my own being
I look and I find I search and I am lost

Keeper of secrets
So many evil ***** things lie in the recesses of my mind

I have forgotten more evil than most people truly consider
I have looked deep in myself
to see the wandering lust
that drives a community of mad
Yet mad
individuals

Women and men
who have found solace
in the darkest part of me

I take them all in
I care for the ideals they set forth
Yet they are lost
into the echoed chambers
of my mind

Each time I grow

Each time the line falls away

I see you all again
wandering deep inside there

Seeing some of you wandering
makes me consider
if what you spoke
was ever true to you

this is the lean season
where the weight of the world
is my weight

when I begin to have grand delusions
where I picture atlas

and think….

he and I are kin
quiet kin
begotten of Sisyphus…

ha! Leave no stone unturned
upon the landscape
from which you feed

each stone is mine
in this Sisyphus-ian dream
none to small
none to great
all things compared
I will wear this stone and road smooth
before too long

Each thing in its place and time
And to each place some time

I correlate the strain
that is blinding me

Looking for a cause in the universe
A common event

that brings down
the true space

That simple cell
that would surprise everyone.

I was given this exterior for many reasons
None I ever consider

I look upon it’s hues and textures
and consider many an item.

Cara de nopal

hecho de piedra y hierro


Lomo de Pipila



Con alma

esta alma

tan




Perdida

I saw the situation
I can read the look better than most
I sense beyond the obvious

You need attention
You need the affirmation

The structure is built the mortar appears firm.
Yet the simplest action
Removes whatever you consider stable
Shatters the foundation.

I wont strike it
is cowardice

It is the belief
That commitment to quality will be rewarded.

it is thinking believing
that once i repair
that which is wholly incorrect broken and in need of repair ...

Belief that in your fiefdom the world is sensible

Should I know that of the fairer *** ?

That I will be attracted to
That which I perceive and see

Yet ultimately will never correlate.

I crave
I yearn to touch
That which I build
Honestly all things begotten of my mind.

Yet so slowly
I must come to the understanding

I look too deeply