Peace brought to the wrangling edge of my own being
I look and I find I search and I am lost

Keeper of secrets
So many evil ***** things lie in the recesses of my mind

I have forgotten more evil than most people truly consider
I have looked deep in myself
to see the wandering lust
that drives a community of mad
Yet mad
individuals

Women and men
who have found solace
in the darkest part of me

I take them all in
I care for the ideals they set forth
Yet they are lost
into the echoed chambers
of my mind

Each time I grow

Each time the line falls away

I see you all again
wandering deep inside there

Seeing some of you wandering
makes me consider
if what you spoke
was ever true to you

this is the lean season
where the weight of the world
is my weight

when I begin to have grand delusions
where I picture atlas

and think….

he and I are kin
quiet kin
begotten of Sisyphus…

ha! Leave no stone unturned
upon the landscape
from which you feed

each stone is mine
in this Sisyphus-ian dream
none to small
none to great
all things compared
I will wear this stone and road smooth
before too long

Each thing in its place and time
And to each place some time

I correlate the strain
that is blinding me

Looking for a cause in the universe
A common event

that brings down
the true space

That simple cell
that would surprise everyone.

I was given this exterior for many reasons
None I ever consider

I look upon it’s hues and textures
and consider many an item.

Cara de nopal

hecho de piedra y hierro


Lomo de Pipila



Con alma

esta alma

tan




Perdida