In haste
I free flow
Towards the
luminescence.
I can see my guardian
Protectors,
I see their
Unearthly
Care
T
A
K
E
R
Essence.
I'm gleeful
And pleased
As next to them
Is God's presence.
This to me is a
Present.
As amor
And vim
Overtakes me.
I rest unwearied
Easily,
H2o through me
Shows
The banner of my
Existence.
I thank my guardian
Angels
For their hovering over me
And their loving kindness,
Keeping me on the path
To fufiill
Gods mission-

Wild woman of
The wilderness
Not giving into
The Wiles of my
Past. Ravenous
For multicolor
Glass, to see
Through the
Kaleidoscope
Of endearment.
Attachment I
Feel it, as
materfamilias
Of  the most
Extreme commitment
Where amor is the door
You take in and out.

A backward smile
Smiling backwards
A frown turned up
And the up part turned down
A Mexicali turnaround:
Festive pinata
With one stick for a try
Birthday time!

He went off
With another, I'm here
I needed a friend
He left me to tear's.
They say time
Can heal all wound's,
Though why did you go
To her? The wrong move.
Your woman here loved you
I was thrown to your back outing
Who am I to you
A slutty girl shouting?
I'm not your others
Though you contend you are the best man for me
I was stunned to notice
Your just
A fool
Like me.

My beauty is in
The eye
Of the beholder-
Don't mean man's
Beholder\
Dios\
My beholder
The one who gives
The beauty to
Behold.

Mother said I could do nothing
Father said I can do all, so
Now I do all, and that's why
Most girls are closer with dad.

I take on
The burden
Of
Men
And the
Travail
Of
A woman!

My mind is a
kaleidoscope of
Worries and hopes
In different colors
Various scopes-
All not seen by
The ordinary,
Openly now free,
To the load I once
Carried.

Collect all my
Tears and store
Them into a glass
Wine bottle, count
Them one by them
And don't dismiss who
I was to you and what I
Could do, lucky I'm not
As vengeful as I used to be
Now I've learnt being a better
Breed, one who doesn't slash your
Tires, most importantly one who doesn't
Slash your throat, do you still have hope?
Luckily I do, that's why I changed at the last minute
Not for you, for me.

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.

I am feeling better the
Last few day's, thought
Provoking, I'm no longer
Choking, I'm breathing
Better in the future's haze.
I stayed silent now I'm ok
Because I speak my Spanish
Mind. If I was ignorant then,
I no longer am, I am my maker's
Design. So take down this note.
Take it note to self, we have free will
To be happy and still, depend on your
Creator.
Not nobody else.

Take my heart and boil it
In your **** kiss and make me miss
What I once had,
Call me mami
I'll call you papi
No, not dad.
Make me happy
Keep me happy
No not sad
I'm not some playgirl
Robin hood.
As you claim to be.

She was born into the poor
Ravaged by the rich
Grew up wanting more
Bypassed money for the
Knowledge
Itch- money
Can't buy
Happiness
She learned on her
Own-
Money is a self
Sensation,
That's when you
Learn you are
Alone. Because
Greed has shook
The foundations
Of good creation
I've learned being
indigent is a whole-
Some sensation.
I'd rather
Have
N
O
Th
Ing- going into
My Lord's
Realm- then looking
Up from a cave,
Asking for dios mercy,
By my own greediness
Being trapped inside of
Hell. Hombres y mujeres
Choose their choices
Here, the hereafter is
Where you meet your
Master- whether the God
Of whom you've rejected,
Or the winged one who
You don't fear. So you can
Wipe away your tears-
Or forgot dios, squeeze
Down a beer, get busy giving
To other's- or get greedy by
Your own mirror.
The making
Is
Y
O
U
R
O
W
N
T
H
E making is
Clear.

Free
Fall
Ing.

In
To
T
H
E
Depths
Of
He
LL.
Unlatch me
F.                     C . e. L. L .
R.              Y
On.       M


Anyone here
Is this site working
Is this page
Being
S
E
E
E
E
N!
Hello
Angel
Ina--
Wake
F
R
O m
Y.  O
R   U
Dream's.

Me and the familia had a huge picnic today
Peanut butter and jelly
Spanish rice for dad
Mom had a jelly sandwich to
And the little ballerina, her dress again ripped from new
As mommy had to change her for the third time
In two day's.
She's a little messy, but who isn't? Even grownup's are

We give effort for hurting
Another by our action's
We give effort in deserting
Causing sorrowful reaction's
We give effort in not returning
The amor that's given to us
We always want more, selfish
Door's, opening to material stuff.

We give effort in taking, though
Never to give back- we give effort
In debating, instead of listening to
Facts--- we give effort in sleeping,
Not awake to what's around---- we
Give effort in always speaking, though
To listening we give no sound's.

We give substance more importance---
Forgetting the incorporeal existence----
We give darkness calling it light-----
Giving into seducing spirit's-----
We give thing's that have no meaning (meaning)
We take away meaning and replace it
With soulless idol's, and Walmart greetings.

Honor
What is honor to some?
Is it moving about from our past fear's?
What about out past mistakes ?
Is that honor:
What is honor?
A badge to wear like some war medal?
No!
Honor is honoring our family
Because their all we have to honor
And the only one's who honor us.

Hatred is a poison that fills your body. It becomes impossible to think of anything else but the object of your hatred. Sometimes if you don't encounter the object of your hatred for a length of time, the hatred may dissipate throughout your body. You may be under the impression that the feeling is gone. The truth is that is has spread like a cancer. It is very important if possible to tell the person who you are angry with how you feel. If this is not possible it might be helpful to discuss your feelings with others. In any case do not let this hatred sit and poison your body.

If you are going to let me fall
Have the *****
At least
To pick me
Back
     P...
U

Take a bite
I'll take a chunk
Take a chance
I smelled your closeness
It really stunk
Take my complaints
Turn them to hope
Make me see
And make believe
You are a ghost
Take me out
Just one nice meal
bebé isn't it
Me you feel
Is anything real
Or thinking nothing
Everything can be anything
But to you
I wanna be something
I thought I was stunning
You played the hand
Like all the others
I was your playing sand
You kicked me around
Left me to die here
As in dead, voiceless
No sound

Don't cheat me
Don't beat me
Don't yell
I'm not another
Don't let me fall
I've already tripped
Don't push me to the wall
I'm not one to hit
To be angry at me
Don't play games
You are the liar
I am the same
Don't slap me
I won't slap back
Why are you
Still like that?

I never knew beautiful
Until you came along
My
L
   I
      T
        T
       L
    E
Ballerina.

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..

Rational
What's rational?
I'm a poeta-
I'm far from the
Rational.

Hermano: Alonzo Dominic Lopez, desde ustedes izquierda
Yo tener estado muriendo como ustedes murió!
Hermano: Alonzo Dominic Lopez= yo perder ustedes así mucho!
Hermano: amor ustedes

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.

Freebie's are not
Me, I'm a hardworking
mujer. I take what I can
Get, I give my heart from
What I bet, I leave past behind
And do forget, the crime's of other's
Of fateful mess, but I do my best if
Someone else don't like, it's OK I'm
Fine, I'll be alright, because on when I
Shine, I will pass the other's who do not
My heart was broken long ago, now it's better
I've grown some, I have lost a little, gained some.
Tossed a light extra baggage to the side, sweet twenties,
For some a year for parties, nightclubs and the fake life.
Twenties for me is ballerina and me, my daughter, and I hope
To be somebody's wife.

My mood
Is enhanced, I'll take a chance
At finding amor,
No more
Holding
Back.
No more
Thinking
This
Or that.
Just going for it
No edgy guessing.
Just me,
Something great
Is bound to happen.

Sometimes it
Takes a
Cut or
A burn
To remember
It's reality
Around the
Corner
Making way
To your turn,
Making way
To your
Urn,
As actuality
Hit's you-
The saying
(Ashes to ashes)
(Dust to dust)
Though after
I remember that
Line--- I remember again
Our bodies are just crab shell's
For the crux
Inside of us.

Rubber soles, pliant souls
Turning in my hours of
Sleep, for something
More mystical.

A cup of coffee, the
Columbian kind.

Dark thick
Quick as bricks
The brew to
Uproot the
Mind.

Take me through time
Where the worries are
No more, sweet Java bean
Memorable, satisfying
I taste your cling.

My lips buzz and bing
Suds that link into
The casted out shadows
Like stones and bones
My insides rattle.

I'm hanging above the
Skylines, afloat in the
Reasons of life. I've
Overcome talkers
And talk backers
I've been through
This before, I get
Higher from the
Laughter of sweet
Innocent's, I'm still
A child and a girl.

This is my cup
Of mi amor.

The sweetest euphony
The cutest epiphany
Is with my laptop
And my index finger
Making harmonious Melodie's
With this write.

I surrender to the goodness
Of my fellow poets around
Me-----<3 a gracias to all
My friend's,
My hello\poetry
Family!

You all are
Inspiration's, gifts from
Dios- your own
Rad\
Io\ station's.

Making song
Vibe and grooves-

Hello poet's
I really
Love
Y
O
U-

Making up
Making out
Making news
What it's about
Making friends
Making war
What are we
Doing for.
Making time
Making it go
Making issues
We don't know
Making acquaintance's
Making others
Be ourselves
With each other.

Better for bad love to crumble
Than to make a bigger mistake
As most do
I'm most

The snake
N
E
V
E
R
  Bites
O
F
F
M
   O
     R
       E
T
H
En it
C
A n
Ch
Ew.

i want to coadjust
deep beneathe your lense
i want to sense robust
can we not pretend?
I dont need a fob
only something that lasts
i met hearts of stone
mine breaks to fast
your flux is pretty damning, partial to the core
go away from me
is what you said
now im happier than before.

A mother's gift

Her daughter's

smile.

Morning glory
Sweet definition.
Raindrop's to candyfloss
Window's closed, new extension.
A record to keep
My smiles and laugh's.
A heart that mourns
When past day's are torn
Flesh to freshly cut grass.
A new cycle
To spin me through
Though I will be
Clean
I'll be brand new.

won't say that I love you
because I've said it too much
I won't say that I melt with your touch

I won't tell you that I miss you
I won't tell you that I'm true
because all that you already knew

I won't tell you that I'm yours
And that to you I belong
because I feel that you are bored from this long song

I won't tell you that I love you in despair
because I feel that you really don't care
And that you now have her

Each day I promise and bet
That about you I must forget
And when we met
All the promises were broken
And about that I always regret

And again I tell you that I love you
Again I say I miss you
Again I tell you that I'm yours
And to you I belong
Though I'm sure that this is wrong

A woman is
Not just some
House-slave-house-
Maid-property.
We are house-of-
God's beauty,
Shrine's not
For ruin.

Are you ready
Your last could
Be t
O
M
    M
O
R
O
  W---------------- are you sure
Have you released angers and
S
  O
R
R
O
W
S-  are you ready
For death heaven or hell?
Or the not so deep sleep-
We make decisions NOW!
Your choice and fate is in
Your hand's destinations keep-
Don't be fooled, make the
Right decision,
Clear your\view-open your eyes
Don't be deceived by world vision.
Imprisoned?
Choose now
Dios or diablos-------tommorrow might not just come
As you'd expect. Check yourself \ on
F
A
C
T
S\ reflect/

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

My Apple
Caramel
Skin
Needs taken
Stroked touched-
No not by some
Manwhore,
I'm not for sale
I'm not
Your
L
U
N
C
H.
Especially
I'm
Not some
Crystal ball to arouse,
Meaning
Not a ****!

To the alcazar
I'm afar, behind
The bricks
Where amor
Goes far. No
Mortal bars
To hold my
Features.
Early  know-
How, of cerulean
Teacher's.

I made a move
You pushed me away
We laughed, cried, our love was decayed.
I remembered after you left, that you made me your slave.
In love no one should be in slavery, baby you misbehaved.

Just a
Little
Girl
In a
Grown
Mans
World!

Mexico city:
The metropolis of my mexicana heritage: Nirvana of the country.
Growing up here from the young innocence of a little girl
To seeing my cousin only being ten year's old
Shot and her innocence taken at only such a young time.
It showed me men's innocence: as you can say it showed me
Their difference.
Though we have no difference
The only difference isn't blood or ones thoughts.
We all think alike
Some crazier than other's.
The separation is love and hate
And you have to know how to separate the two,
Or you can be stuck in the middle to both love and hate.
One outdoes the other:
I'll stick to the loving path
Because you got to have an even balance
Or the scale will tip.

Magnolia White's are my favorite
To grow from the old city
It shows me my own tenderness
Growing in the nectar gritty.
I don't want pity
But to grow old with you
Make me brand new
Hermoso Osito
Make me ready
Handle me I'll give you all
Catch my ripples
As effects will Rob
Our calm and quiet
Shaking for all.
Wake me teddy bear
Wake me from my night
T
E
R
R
O
R.

I should have known better
Releasing the thread
I was concerned but yet OK for myself to feel content
Yet content I went through the traffic of life, leg's crossed
Arms were bent forward in a state of comfortable position.
Yet when crying didint lose my invention,
Of the better things to come
I slapped my hand back
And now I'll live
And have fun.

When you get one
Try at this life
You better take
It- our breath's are
Quick and veins
Are thick. Though
Only so long does
The river blossom.

Happy wide eyed
Children turning
Into mazes and
Mixtures-- some
Die young, young
One's learn to draw.
Mom and dad's teach
Artistry by scissors.

What is and
Always was
The
BIGGER
P
I
C
T
U
R
E?
Dios
familia
amigos--
tu espíritu!
tu alma!
What's important to
You, decides
perpetuity-
Your destiny.