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Purple box of tricks
Occupying the space, under the bed.
Mind, body and soul,
A death sentence.
Floor spattered,
Evidence revealing itself,
Another episode,
The night before.

It will do no good
Taking you captive.
A prisoner, forgetful,
With no aim, no answer,
No why or what for.
A purpose remains a mystery,
To you and I.

Corridors too cluttered for advancement
Except, more episodes.

Purple box, hurl yourself away.
Be buried, unopened to his fingers,
They no longer tap the code to your contents.

I name you “purple demon”, “tin of sin”.

Leave!

Ding ****, go on


ring your bell
create a song
we’ll know so well


lyrical verse, rehearse
your way to the top
don’t stop


bing ****, go on
drum the beat
blast the heat


turn the corner


wing ****, go on
strum it, hum it
burn the tune


create a song
sing along
grab onto it
make a hit

I fear most
the silence
of god.

more than that,
the silence
of gods.

if any one of you
marry
a haunted man-

die first.

just for today
                        i am happy,  joyous and free
                                                            ­            to
                                                  ­                          feel.
                                 ­                                                 no past demons to haunt me
          
                                                   ­                                                                 ­               no anxiety about the future

i take little steps into freedom
                     into
                     joy
                     and
                    presence

                               ­                                         its all a gift
                                                      life with all its joys and sadness
                                                         ­      teaches me how to
                                                              ­              love

La canción que ardiente me sale del alma
no es nunca sólo canción desesperada,  
es más bien una canción enamorada
que al cantar, Maluriposa, busca calma.

Las palabras que surgen  a raudales
por el cerco de mis dientes y mi boca
son unas formas que parecen muy locas
y buscan, Primavera, exorcizar males.

Las reflexivas expresiones que tengo
y  que salen, Preciosa, pensando en ti,
intentan, de algún modo, ponerle fin
a toda esta enorme invasión de lamentos.

Los términos que dicta la fantasía,
traídos de imaginación o conciencia
son vocablos que llaman a la paciencia
y no al enojo, querida Luz del Día.

Mas las voces también son ecos de ausencias
en las que sin sosiego alma y cuerpo esperan
tener un encuentro a la  luz de las velas
para que alejen fatigas e impaciencias.
Voces formadas por amor  y deseos
para que cuando la linda Mariposa
sea atrapada en la prisa de las cosas
no olvide que abrazar su cintura quiero.
(Jorge  Gómez Arias)

Verse 1
C                                       G
You find yourself by the railroad tracks
Am                                               Em             G
You can't look ahead, but you can't turn back
C                                            G
You eat your faith and you burn your lust
Am                                               Em            
They are two things you don't need anymore.

Chorus
G                                               ­                          Am
When will they see, its just another way of seeing it?
G                                                            ­ Am                Em      G
Maybe they'll see someday. But by then it will be far too late.

V2
C                                             G
The dust it rises into your eyes
Am                                             Em         G
but you shed no tears, your eyes are blind
C                                         G
Your wanderlust has broken your mind
Am                                              Em          ­       G
you're all out of time, and you can't reset the timer

Chorus

Break
Am       C          G
Tired of their criticism
Am      C        G
you try to conform.
Am     C           G
But in the end they find out
Am                 C                                G
they were the ones who were really wrong
G
Don't listen to them. No, No.

Verse 3
C                                                      G
Your face was always such a welcome sight
Am                           Em             G
especially when I could not see it.
C                                        G
We wen't outside, you passed me the light
Am                          Em          G
we let our cares fade into smoke

Chorus

I buried pook beneath the willow tree, for when the spring came he loved to sit and watch the blossoms falling, and in my heart he will stay my little man who has gone away.