Medical practitioners
Will tell you get to
The e.r if you have
An
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Lasting longer than four hour's.
Flip
That channel boy:
I tell you as
Your nurse,
If you have an
*******
Lasting longer than normal men,
Get back in that room
Make your woman happy
At least try
Or pretend.

Here he comes
His broadcast rays.
Hot-------
Chic. He's getting warmer,
He just might burst.
His boiling's reached
My feet.
emitting radiation
In his starburst color.
Mr sun, I love your
Warmth, I promise
I'm not cheating I don't want any other.

She's cold, she has holes
In her soles, she has
Soul, Mrs moon always
Knows, when the eclipse,
Will make her moan.
She Cry's, and she
Sleeps, she wonders why,
Her scene does creep.
But when it creeps
It lights the way,
For all the other
Planet days.

Mother earth
So they say.
Is really a
Child
An offspring that fades,
It's dying away
Beneath Mr sun.
Woman moon has lost her tune
The earth doesn't swoon
Like it used to.
So sisters and brothers
Meteorite and asteroid.
They love coming close
To each of the belts
To the sun, moon,
Earth. They won't avoid.

Today I choose
To
Open
M
Y eyes. Today I choose
Humbling,
Setting
Away pride.
Today I choose the right
To freedom.
Living
Life.
independence, liberty
The happiness
Oh my.
The peacefulness oh
My!
The autonomy
Of being aloud
To be.
Careless
Happy
Free.
Just like my god
Made me to
Be

Buenos días American virtuoso doyen's.
Buenos días English poet's between and around london.
Buenos días African designer's of the untamed poesía,
Buenos días Asian wordsmith's all over new and old Asia.
Buenos días Spaniard men and women of spicy descent
Buenos días to the rich, young, old, poor, to those who don't make rent.
Buenos días to the Arab's in dusty sand's, also those not Arab, just middle-easterners with a pen.
Buenos días to people's not discovered, lost-clans unknown to men, though with their pencil markings on walls- we will discover.
Buenos días to you who are in agony, may that agony leave.
Buenos días to those who smile, continue to be happy.
Buenos días to the hip hoppers and rappees. Freestyle for me.
Buenos días to the country music makers, play the acoustic please. Buenos días to the rock stars, drum a verse and sonnet,
Buenos días to the jazzy's play a saxophone so **** I can't forget.
Buenos días to the bluesies, drop a baseline of the fifties.
Buenos días to the poets in big, large, tall, small, or no cities.
Buenos días to those country, with that southern honey charm.
Buenos días to the east coast, York-jersey-maine-all around, where the city lights take away Your stars.
Buenos días to the Midwest, heart of the land-
Buenos días to the west coast, Washington, Oregon, Arizona, Nevada, Colorado, all of you, especially the cali-forn-i-ams.
Buenos días to all of you, and a Buenos días for the next day.
Buenos días for the world of poetry as a whole.
Buenos días I'll say.

Final
Breath
Is
Not
By
The morning.
It's when
Your specter
Leaves your *****,
And you watch the funeral
Crowd.
J
O
I
N
You in mourning.

Inside all the nook's
And crannies------
I got lost between
A blare uncanny.
A glare streaked
My hair nothing
Would compare
To
This deal of furtune.
A wheel of hot and
Scorching
Flame.    I'd never be the same
Inside the cavity I found myself
Dying, drowning, burning, skin
In flame, eyes were mourning.
Weeping to the crys of other Cry's.
I didint believe at once I was deceived,
Following the educational books from
Mankind. This place was horripilante!
I dreaded with angst, no sidewalks here
Or moons to spare, no money, no malls
Amor, or banks. I scrabbled next to the
corral, and the horde of the horrid, my
Tongue wanted just one drop of water
To pour in. Ayúdame Dios came spewing
From my teeth. Than that's when I awoke
From the hell binding dream. After awaking
Hell all went away, but at the moment I awoke,
I started to choke, thinking today I'll do better,
Today I'll turn to Dios,
If this is my
Last day.

My body
Once a land for little immature boys to desecrate
Now a vessel
Of loving kindness.
Giving love
For amor,
Is not
To late.

Live and let live
I'll stick
To that
Motto.

A respirator
Need
Ed.
To pump me
Back to
Motion,
Want
Need
A man
Of devotion.
Oh wait
Never
Mind.
Don't want a man anymore
At least not now.
I'll be independent
I'll be somehow,

At least
On
This I can
Be humble
And say I have
transgressed
And my life
Has

F
U
M
B
L
E
D

Knitted in with
The greats
Be-
Fore
Me.
I can see Pablo Neruda
Creating amor from visuals. I can
Picture the bright star
Born from John Keats.
I can sense Oscar Wilde's wild smile.
I can listen to George Herbert pleading
To
God.
I can touch la Vita Nuova, of Dante-
Master of the
Divine comedy,
I'd shake the hands
Of these poets trees,
I'd ask can you give me advice
On
How to
Write?
Pretty please?

Intimacy
Attachment
Endearment
Good reaction.
Two parts
One fraction.
Intimacy
Love
Kissing
Hugs.
Fondness-appreciation
Warmt­h
Adoration.
Ardor
Desire.
Marriage hood
Ignited fire.

Compassion
Caring
Courageous
Daring.
Regard
For another
Loving one
Love another.
Kindness
Good Will
No harm
All filled.

Romance
Love affair
Not in cheating
Not cheaters stare.
All things fair
All things true
I want just one
To say I do.

But I'm alone
I have no vows
My voice is marked
By Eerie sounds.
Consternation
Comes my way
Maybe tomorrow
Will be a brighter day.
But I will fight
Kick my sway
And hope a prince
Will surely stay.

I drew a circle
On the map
On the steps
Of my flat
A place of
Serenity
Virtue and
Peace. I knew
Before this
Place of seats.
A seat to sit on,
Became recommenced,
Perched on a tree
In a lovely breeze,
High sprung I rung
Past the old self of
M
E.
Taking notes
Learning
Lessons.
Keeping memories
Of morning blessings,
Putting away in a casket
The fears and questions,
Now again I feel caressing.

I see the clouds
As big holders
Of poetry

Ready to
R
A
I
N

D
O
W
N
On me.

As a newcomer
To this premier
Website for
poesía,
I
Get
Motion
Sick
Ness.

From seeing
The disdain
And despise.
Seeing other
Poets young
Old, couraged
Bold, happy,
Molds in
Their prime. Get bullied by other bullies.

By fanatics who ****
And maim, while their
Heads are held up in shame.
With a halo of pain
Murdering one
Another.

I seemed to have forgotten
Aren't we sisters
And poetic brothers,
Yet giving hatred
For hatred!
Not healing
Its
Wounds.

I believe in a powerful
God who loves, not based
On a theory of Darwinian
Baboons.

Message not clear
To
You. We are indistinguishable.
With the same red flowing through our arms.
Hearts that beat
With homes
Alarms.
Some drive cars
Others can't afford them.
Some have high class suits
Some are poor,
Some handle food
Some open doors.
Some journey
I want to explore.

To the point
The
malefactor and villain
Is not the ones you
Choose to
Make smaller. You only make them BIGGER
As your size
Capsulates as a pea to the wind.

Your the same you killer of poetic flame!
YOU ARE THEM.

So stop Killing
With words
Of no
Knowledge.

Start shaking hands
Saying good Job
Poetic muse
Of earth wind.

As you slay
And think -hey-
Maybe today I won the fight.
Always
Remember
You ****** yourself
Slowly
And that piles
Night by night.

I will
Man
I
Fest
Into a rest
Of
Peace and wake,

Ready for the
New day!
Eyes open
Boundaries I break
In the most

Fantastic of ways.

I will step into
Illumination
Intrepid to
The so
Called
Strange.      My foot shall lift
Leaving me in bliss, unimpeded
From the bad things that try and make
Gain. No contrived copy or duplicate
To remain. Only natural to become.
As the become became a perfect
Example
Of
Sanity's sane.
I'm as rain falling through earth's atmosphere
Making puddles of poesía
Everywhere I go.

Politicians
The ultimate bringer
Of.                     t.
H.                   R.  H
E.                 a
L.             E.         L
L.        O.            E
         T.              A
                        D
                   I
             N
       G
U
S
Spiraling
Downward.

Self
Lubricated poetry
To loosen your bowels
My words
To be my
Poetry
B
     E
   N
D

Over for me
Let me hear your
Howl

taste<3buds
                                Lost in the honey hole
                            Of depression and loneliness

I was once
Your *****
Now your girl
That's why I
Left
Your sick
Little
World.

I'm not some
Cha cha cha
Chia
Pet
Where you can
Water my head
With lies
And watch me
Grow.

I'm more of the
Fly catcher

That catches you,
Churns you in
My salivic poison

I sit back while you
Drown
In my soiling
Growth.

I just want to slither through the grass



Like a snake in a bush.



I want my life to last,


Continue the push.




Someone make me alive again



Make me enough



Only God can save me



From a tiresome flush.



I'm
Going
Down
Down up
Again
Spin around
life I've found
Life to begin


I've lost it
I'm gone with the wind
Not your original span
Of existence.


Reminiscence

Far past due.

Where to go from here
My laugh is wide
My
H
E
A
D
S
In the peer.
Peering to a something
I dont know anymore.

On a day such as today

Valentine I have none, I wish one would stay.

I've always been left, cheated.

Played slapped and beaten.

Used up dried out, treated as trash from the
Daily paper
Route.

On a day such as today
I see swooners swoon

In my own heart

I see amor gone dead
Dying

Doomed.

Happy valentines
I tell myself
Clinging onto the moon

Hoping the moon will find me

A love..

That won't leave me so soon.

Feliz Día de los Enamorados back in the homeland

Or a Feliz día de San Valentín here.

Hopefully mi amor

Will come around this time next year.

Though it's a valentines I fear.

Maybe because I've always surrendered to only knowing hurt.

The dirt I taste like tears.

I'm not the prissy
Kissy kiss me
Type.
Sometimes I go to bed
In pajamas
Sometimes
T-shirt night.
Sometimes I like steak
Well
D
O
N
E.
Sometimes I go south american
Traditionally more fun.
Sometimes I'll talk in
My
Sleep to another smaller child.
The child is me who escapes reality
With her poetry
And life that's
Hot and
Mild.
I escape into my files
Computer or paperwork.
Sometimes I sing tunes of my
Own
R
   U
  I
N
Sometimes I like to take the hurt.

Sometimes I can be sweet
A dumbo
A squirt
If even
I'm eating vegan
I have a Heart of flesh
I bite its ****.

Sometimes I just
Like to be the
Sometime kind of
Gal.
Sometimes I get caught up
Sometimes I'm let down.

Sometimes I cry in a wonderful
Or sadly way. Sometimes is
Sometimes. That
S
    O
   M
E
         T
      I
M
E
    S

Is today.

Living isn't so bad
As long
As you got
One to Love.

I'll shine like the new days star
I'm back
Shaking the foundation
Of the good and bad
Happy and sad
Hope is the now
Tommorrow doesn't exist
Here's for the
2016
Wish.

It is better to be
Then to
Be-
Come.
It is better
To fight
And stay
Then
To
R
U
N!
I hold my own I put away my guns.
It is better
To stay
Then to run.
My poetry
Is a volume
And scale on which
My life is balanced. I won't
Be shut up!
I'm a woman!
I won't be shut up
To negativities
Violence.
I'm back
Happy
Here to stay! I'm back im vicious
In a poetic way!

Because of the constant nonstop angst
Of this site,
I say adiós
And a toast with my pen
Held
H
I
G
H.
Tired of the war
Here. Revolted by
The abhor mirrors.
That trap young
Fun loving writees to be
Spit out like chew
Swallowed and sneezed.

So I say adiós
poesía en vivo.
May brilliance
Be a path to
Those I appreciated's
Enlightenment.

Why am I this way
Why
Won't it
Go
A-
Way. No More
Sorrow, come again
Another day. Pain
Opening to scars to tar
Decay. Decayed in
Fleshly illness.

Sick.
Popped brain matter
To make poetry
From slate.

Men want the apple bottom
And a body from a fitness god.

I want a man with brains
Who keeps me warm in the
Rain.

I want a
Man
To treat me better
Than
He
Does his
H
O
T
R
O
D..

Daddy told me not to ****
I killed myself with men.
Mother told me to get my fill
Of poetry and lyrical pen.
I told myself I'd write the words
That now leaks in my dna.
I told my self I'd be unheard
Yet I get louder day by day.

I'm con-
Tent-with
The-love-in
My-being-
I'm content
With
The
Woman
In
M
E.

Some miss out
On
L
I
F
E.
Because they pay
To much
Attention
To others lives.

Who is in control?
Other than God,
You are, so make
Better
****
Decisions!

I can never forget
Your silver
T

O

N

G

U

E... And your fast wit.
The way you casted
Spells on these
Spaniard hips.

I can never forget
Your wicked kiss.

Like eve drew in Adam
You cursed my
Hearts
G
R
I
P.

Don't cage me
I'm not meant to be a slave.
Don't enslave me
Im a bird in trees with good daze.
Don't hit me
I'm a human being you know.
Don't tease me
Or my flaws will peek and show.
Don't beat me
I'm not meant for black and blue.
Just love me
Because at once I did love you.

They classify
Me as
A saint
Not a sinner
I'm both
I'm both dead
Living,
I'm heavenly
With a realm
Of a sinnish
Hellish
Center

The sun's ray's
In my heart
And body
Pierce the window panes
I feel pain
I'm going in-
Sane\sanity is lame,
What's your name
Señorita, sènor?
I can't hurt
Not any
More.

A
burgeon-
Of laughs, laughter, and voices-
So many paths, fullness, other half's-
Noone near here, silent voices.

I got the case of the
-Idiots stay away from me-
I've seen
Enough
-Idiots
To make a
Dead
Man
S
N
E
E
Z
E!

Hachoo!

I didint come
To
Reason
I came
To make
Poetry
From
Poetic
Symphonies.

The most
Ago-
Nizing
Feel-
Ing of all.

Is seeing
The
Pain
Not that
You've caused
Yourself
Throughout
Your life,
But rewinding time
And seeing
The disgust
Sadness
Sorrow,
Hurt
And
Pain you've caused to those that you love the most.
As you want to go back
In time and fix what's been destroyed or lost.
Then all's gone, all's already ruined, forgot.

Upon the
Horizon,
I'm ex-CITED,
The storms I've
Rode, and still
Riding. Makes me
Think there is more
Than just me, there is!
Truth! Verity! Reality!
Actuality, peacefully
Totality! I don't want
The malicy, you who
Cut-me-bleed-me-****-
Me-see
Me
I'm breathing,
Life's easy,
Take it easy.
Slow down.
We have no one to judge.
But God will judge all.
I ride the see-saw
I climb up
I
.
F
A
L
L

But I rise back up again
With the impor-
Tance. Of amor
From family,
And good
Trust
Of
Verified
Friend's.

Lost my
Want for
Doing the bad
Temptational
Things------
I realized
Temptation
Isn't
So nice------
When it's
Your own heart
That stings.

Be happy
Try
To
S.m.i.l.e
It's ok
Stick around
Relax
For a while.

A woman is
What you
Make
Her
To be.
You can
Make her a *****
****
Tease.
One problem,
You didn't
M
A
K.
    E
M
   E
G
O
D

Made
M.
E!

I came across
An inter\
Section.
I quest-ioned
What path to
T
A
K
E............... I had to choose
My soul or you,
For both of us
It did break.
If we question fate
We
Question
All
Meaning.
Things happen for a rea-
Son......... If we question, it only
Means we're human.
Though sometimes being
H
U
Man......
Can choose fates
Date with the
Pa-th-way-to-hell.
I wish our fate
Sometimes didint exist.

I wish
My fate was better than this.

Loving
Breathing
Seeing.

Is believing.

Mouth opened
Teeth bleeding.

Of poets
Amor.