People will judge you,
    so judge them back;
                  stick to the facts,
                Ignorance is bliss;
                           no change in that.
                           the blind leading,
                           the blind.
      
  So you can judge--  just don't react.

You were made with all the love..
From the universe, you were blessed by the stars..
Now here we are, 17 years on..
In a universe, where we were given our own minds,
and our own little red hearts
And now with ached words, spilling onto the page, I'll try to explain, why it's okay if I don't fully let go..
Cause I was made, to share with you, a thought from my mind, a little piece of my soul

And you don't have to give it back to me
Oh my love comes with no receipt..
I could spend the rest of my life,
Trying to spell out what you mean to me
But I'm sure you get it now
All it takes is just a moment with you
And suddenly everything turns clear
Everything is beauty somehow

And you don't have to tell me I'll be fine,
I know the universe has someone else for me, in mind
You don't have to tell me that space is a good idea..
I'd still write to you everyday for a year
You don't have to tell me that I meant something
I went to Saturn and I found a ring
But someone else is gonna offer you better
Someone else is gonna do more than write you lame things

.. See you are loved, from every thought you express, to every breath you slowly let out..
So it's okay if we don't meet again, but is it okay if I write a poem, to you every now and then?

.. Cause I was made to make brave choices, and letting go is not the safest thing right now..
Oh I'm in love with every thought you express, and every breath you slowly let out..

P.s you're beautiful too

I remain
irrespective
of your content
my awareness beyond
questions not
I am indiscriminately open
to all your appearances
and know this
and know that
is of I

Let us make Spanish the official American language.
All Spanish speakers have a touch of the poet in them.
There is a bit of Neruda in every humble trucker.
It is a mellifluous and sonorous tongue.
If you want her in your bed, te amo is more likely than I love you.
English, on the other hand, is a language to make deals in.
How much? is probably the most repeated phrase in English.
English is the language of ******* people over.
English is the language of conquest, money and ******.
We insist that the world speak it so that after
we bomb them, invade them and **** them they can thank us in English.
Let us make the change official. What have we got to lose
except our insufferable indifference, arrogance and greed?
On top of which, siestas will become the national pastime.
I am taking this to the UN. I have no hope but it's worth a try.

   ~mce

I have a rose as white as snow
The beauty from heaven above
Sparkles so bright, yet as .gentle as a dove
And purer than you'd ever know
The garment of my pride and my undying ego


2.
The nemesis of the midnyt moon
I closed my eyes, imagined another day coming so sooon
Like d panacea of something I don't know
And waiting for the yerters yers noon
Craving for a love so deep...yet so low


3.
A blossom of natures impeccables bloom
I once had...never existed...how could I ever show
Hw much life you instilled in this sullen soul
Irrefutable mistakes of reckless abandon...twice in a row
If I could hold back d ugly hands of time. ..I would make its rotation so slow