tequila before sunrise
The taste of slow tequila, sharp and sour
That vinegar-acidic, honey-bitter
Brush of fingers, always marking our
Time together. Now, you say you fit her
Much better than a blanket, warm and lilac,
You call and say, “I think you have my blender
Still at your place.” I never said goodbye back
When you first left. Sometimes I just pretend her
Bed is empty. There’s nights I’ll cry, then bury
My head inside your pillow and your vinyl.
Don’t worry, I’m still laughing at When Harry
Met Sally and at kittens and that final
Time I saw you dance to Beatles’ Getting Better
While I was making breakfast in your sweater.
Floating through the night,
Blooming in the sky.
All clouds are the bars, you're tequila
Wanna see the stars with me?
I see you
Alcohol induced love
Drug hazed fiend
Straight alcohol to burn away
Your thoughts, condolences, intimidating sneers
Burns away your resolve, yourself
while warring on the side of peace I fell to laughing like the medicine of legend and
i found I came here in the nineties and I remind myself
if its truth is yours, y' know
otherwise, we survive.
we live in joy in every generation,
the patient perfect answer
old school rule surely the net is spread
in vain in the sight
of any bird
ah fantasy how do you form the knots
that bind reality
not me? A quest? same as a question,
all over seen by the serpent
standing ***** facing west,
on the point of ever
at this point. You passed. Look for survivors. Ask for nothing.
hope not much i mis spelle anything couls hppen now
Marigold, southern roses
in my backyard
there she poses
Camellia, there we dine
red lights, red wine
Marigold, flat-pressed roses,
that memory, it’s the tenet
of my broken-ness.
Into life I emerged my fathers queen of his forest lands with his death suffered my Purepecha Tarazcan Mestizo gene mold
and my massive character
developed seared with scars;
first grand loss my father my land
Foe pierced my Teen
Mestizo cactus pear
by deceptive method
his ugly bitter tequila mix
second loss badboy with
a twist virgins his compulssion
the wise universe quickly RANSOMED my pain!
in Texan country songs and mariachi night parrandas
wedding promises galore
in Irish cream PA-dreams
drowned all this magic.
along came refuge an evil poisoning uzo on his dunkey
slandering Grecian mythology teaching his many medeas
executing premeditated cruel early death wasn't what I had in mind for restitution
leaping from foe to another one worse and still I loved life repaying evil for my good
malicious slandering experts
stealing envious jealousy torturing my baby girls new born making pieces of me giving birth!
all this and more remained impune being dead calm in shock
All I ever saught in life was to love be loved cherished adored by one special human regadless of name nationality creed or social status and guess what!?
I found all the BEST all treasures all bank amidts all this saga.
Yes I was too battered to seize opportunity too rejected to say
" I love you- I am sorry,
I'll marry you." my beast!
twice husbands didn't call me wife first time I married only the ring I bought with my savings, tears and scars no husbands were they but foe covert enemy ****** sadist poisoner Greek
chicken **** Hen. in CA fed on******* agendas sold my baby girl coco to his infertile ex hell nurse bailing him out******* dues possing as Mother to my child invented a birth certificate 1983 then tried to ****** me each time I went to E R. smothering me during minor urgery 2009 in honor a covert life insurance criminals with a twist
many times they tried many times they failed I have more lives then a cat.
The Greek human trafficant
blackmailed by his medeas
for his ongoing crimes sadomised my baby girls I give this Greek geek ten traits of narcicistic personality more in his grave "haralobo"his kiriakis and many mistress
I escaped him inhell greece
I emerged seared with scars.
a fierce protective Mother
now a grandmother stern
but ever understanding
I am not ranting
I survived where many other battered women died
seared with scars
O how many women do!
O how many Moms don't
survive covert enemies
with a twist.
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Dedicating this to my daughters nick named "Lala, Sassy, Coco."and to all a battered wife mothers single Moms wearing purple hearts and to all good loving caring men reading who love and protect their wife and children because you are the forcce that keeps Earth from going mad and to wabble out of orbit.
like my planet "motherhood" has wabbled and toppled over.
My girls hide head like Ostrich cant believe who fathered them to torture us child and Mom. My girls have scales in their eyes call Greece home and Mexican Moms cruel beast enemy. ( a hate crime?!)
they refuse to see their own body bone morrow seared with scars like mine or who is victim and who is coward. Denial assassination of character rules their troubled ego.
and its taste
the insides of my
in my blood
like a marathon
only to get
weak in the knees
and my mind was
once full of
is now emptied
into the sound of
and clanking glasses
drowning in the
in its rhythm
and my heart
people can hear it.
Did you hear it?
when I asked you
when I grabbed you
by the hand
going with every
beat of the music?
when we smiled at
and I told you
what a great time
did you feel it?
did you feel
drink the thoughts and feelings away
Then with a lucky swipe right on a long, tequila filled night.
The next chapter of my journey began.
You found me as I was trying to find myself.
You saw I found my way out of my own personal hell.
You weren’t part of the plan.