It's
Already
The
Year
2016/
\hoping
This year
Will be better
Than it
Seems.

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.

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.

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?

Take my flesh
Devour it.
Make me your
Princess, inspiring
Wish- I  f. A
                  L
                  L
Down at my
Feet,
Waiting and
Hoping
It's you
I meet.

Put a diadem
On top
Of my feature.
The pictures
Getting foggy
My cut
Needs a
suture!

I want a future of living where I only have you and I dont
Have -------to----------worry€>>>>>>>.  
About
D=
Tommorrow!
I can't take
No more sorrow.

Took the pain
Landed in the flame
I guess I'll do it
Again
Again
And again!

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.

Critical other's: bombardment of poison
Sweet liar's: give a bane buss
acusaciones is a flock with no trigger
Su destino,agujero *****

Compassionate. Giving.
Loving. Living.
Dying. Sinning.
Sinking. Swimming.
Losing. Winning.
Birth.
Now.
I'm beginning.

Where you are
I am
Where its far
Distant, I need your best friendship.
I'm heavy on your demand,
There by your side
As your bride
Who
Will do
All.

make believe  
is what we choose to believe.
Storms and the seas swallow me.
For am i just dreaming~a dulce man has swept my love
and my breathe.
Should i give him all i have left-
or stash the all of me.

Em
Pty-
Means
I'm on
E.E.E,
Need a fill
Up please,
Not the watered down
Dreams- Em
Pty- need full,
I'm not a fool
For fools, I'm not
A girl for tools,
Or imaginative planning.
Words mean
So little
Actions are high betting,
Actions mean all
When the words are
Anecdotal guessings.
Show me act-----
Ions-------- I'll show
You my wo-rd-s
By my
Actions!

An empty container
Doesn't always
Show the fullness
Inside. An empty
Container
Just means your in
For the biggest
Surprise of
Your life.

A new year
To
Come
Hope it will be
More
Exciting-
Then the
Last one.

good morning little daughter
good morning mother earth.
Good morning city water.
I will swig your hissing turf.
Good morning shade of grey
start the page
a better way.
Good morning
morning.
And a good morning from my ballerina.
A sweet morning for a grown
and young latina.

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.

A man
Takes care of his gal.
A man
Takes a stand and fights down and out.
A man
Supports his babies and wife.
A man
Does what's needed,the protector of what's right.
A man
Kisses his ******* her head.
A man
Brings flowers no matter living or dead.
A man
Can listen and not just hear my tone.
A man
Makes me warm, not freeze me to the bone.
A man
Is always here, never leaving me alone.
A man
Is noone here,
I'm
Waiting
By
The
Phone

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/

Today is
The day
Renewal.
Today is
The day
Better
Than usual,
Today is
The hour
I help
Another being.
Today I'm
The tower
Of beautiful
Things.

Don't cop an attitude
An you won't get the same back!

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.

Men treat us women
As plastic made
Underpaid
Dumb hog
Tied slaves
They create
For us
Graves
And say'

'Babe, I'm sorry'

BABY
BABY
HELLO?
CANT YOU HEAR ME.~
WHY ARE YOU ACTING SHADY?
HELLO.

Sometimes I'm hot
Sometimes
Cold.
Sometimes an angel
Sometimes evil and bold.
Sometimes I listen
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes
Someday
Some hour
Your way
I just might
Give
In.

Beau, where
Are you; sleeping
In the blue, or
Awake in the
Deep. Your
Sensory pecks
I need but now
I'm weak. My
Vessel's in me like
Stories speak----<3 of a\
Downed clock making
Time from the split
Part's of this mechanical
Engineered beating
Machine. Open me
Search me- see the
Smile I use as someone
Meek.

I'm a cast away
From my own
I'm a second away
From all I know
I'm a smiling *****
At least to you
You are a sweet forget
From all I knew.
You are the shrew
Little boy.
I'm not your ****
Or little toy.
You, you I try
To avoid.
Scenic routes
Are better inside.
Inside myself where
I take my own steps.
Being alone I've
Figured is the
Best,

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.

Honey
Be
My
Honey
Until
The
End
Of
T
     I
  M
E.

My little one behind me
My man beside me
My casa in the front of me
My love inside me
The planet under me
Bills payed up
My gratefulness around me
The swings I push ballerina on
The bed I sleep with husband in
The yard to be fenced in
Good thoughts
For a bright future.

The best poet
Is in the back
Of the
R
O
O
M.
He's writing rhyme's
On popular poet's dime's.
Shouldn't the lost poet shine.
So much trending
That shouldn't be
The poet who's mouth shut
No, not talking about me.
The poet who's introverted
Missing.
Come here poet
Receive my blessing.

I am so much
Better
Without
Your
D
O
W
N
F
A
L
L
.

There's better in me
Now that I left
My daughters better
And away from stress
Am I doing
My best,
Si si I
Am doing much better
Without you around
I hope you
Get that dream home you always sought.
As for me
I'm better off.

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..

Started at my belly as I
Slithered between your naval
Down through your legs,
I got stuck
I stopped
My tongue did the rest.

My body
Is carved
From sticks and stones
As they say
But words
Shall never hurt me.
I was filth,
*****
From past words named to me.
But what he didint
Know
I wasn't his
***,
I was a princess.
A tone,
And hue of
What he missed.

Simply this,
He missed
Out on what goodness
He could have had
A loyal girl,
A sènora
Who was beyond his
Wildest imagination!
Beyond any other woman
Or grab!

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!

Let me not be given
Your sympathy
Let me
Taste
The
Tears
You
Bleed!

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

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.

Like hound dogs
The press
Always constricts
Their own
Crushing poet
Bones
In the
P
R
O
Cess.

The time, seemed
In
R
E
V
E
R
S
E

R
       E
                W
          O
     U
N
D.

Down
Down
Down
Until I woke!
My heart at that moment when he wasn't with me,
Broke.

My watery eyes
Have been brush
S
  T
R
O
K
  E
D
To mankind's lies,
So I tidy up
Package myself into
A shell
And sing hush
Angelina
Fall asleep to
Lullabies,
Where young girls
Cry. You can find me there.

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.

Some guy's
Won't realize.
Their word's can **** a woman
Just by the flick of their chatterbox.

Advice. Men always
Watch those nasty poisonous
Words, that slip from your
Nasty mouth's.

I'm not your kindest girl
I'll knock you
Out.

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

Let the streams of colors *******
Where it may
Let the sunshine turn to my paths sublime
Perfection in openings shade.
Let the willows grace me
With cold chills
And warm hours.
Let the entrance
Into the galaxy
Make me see clearer
In my journey.

Taking it slow
my breathing,

Im grateful for the ones who broke me.
It made me stronger for the players and disbelieving.
Men and man can be decieving..
Though ive locked myself into a bubble.
You cant pop it
i have self defense in the liquid walls
of the suds and halls of
my mind im your biggest trouble.
Quick to speak.
A beautiful senora with a heart that is weak~
dont even try to shatter me
im the living dead.
Come close
off with your head.

I see the clouds
As big holders
Of poetry

Ready to
R
A
I
N

D
O
W
N
On me.

I just want to rest
My head one day on your lap
On a queen size bed

I just want to say to you I forgive you for all that you have done
                                                  And
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