ase' and abundance: i feel your power and i thank you: please, mote this be: grant my wish, allow me to see: please i know you see me, i know you hear me: bless this business, bless this household: my mother aches and i carry her heart and burden: so mote it be, greater lover, greater blesser, greater benefic: beauty in your name, herald the joys of doves for one to see the abundance you overflow with your *****: milk for all, sweetness cherished at last and only a drop of cheese to bring onto the world: nothing but doughness and gripes, grand cherokee drives and cold whetstone slabs: is this the price i pay? for your gold, silk, priorities.  .  .

i sleep in a bed of earthenware, moss, sprinkled with gold and lapis lazuli -- my house is ornamented with believer's sins and confessions, yet my swollen ******* and miraculous ***** and precious derriere moves and rubs against his warm ***** member, it is sewn out of his love, his eros, his psyche:

it overflows and joys onto me and my cheeks flush to know i feel your presence, Jove: we decree, I decree, i am humbly awaiting your gift:

here is my public awareness and my service to you, to make the world know of your swiftiness, your gaudiness, your lordliness, your bigness, your vastness, your richness, the chimes and dings and the orbs and the sparkles and the floaters and all the things you are that you send my way to remind me of the power you have bestowed upon me: thank you Jove: do not miss me, I will not miss you. bless my business, bless my household, my wares:

you love me, i feel this in my ******* that the lion-hearted man kiss each night, he loves to circle and twirl his tongue around my chocolate coated *******, squeezing and pawing at my *******: he yearns to ****, mote it be, Jupiter: allow milk to flow from my ******* and onto him, allow the seeds of your wealth and of his *** to flow inside of me: my ears ring for I know you hear and see my plea, the white flashes of light bring up to me that you are near: and my henads: beauty, beautiful, by Jove, don't leave:

he will never leave, for I am heaven: he lies here, ontop of me, thrusting inside of me, riches and security from his mouth and from my ******* comes forth love and creativity: he wills to desperately serving me, desperately worshipping me;

you have granted me the Gift, you have granted me as Seer, and you have granted me the form of a Goddess inside and out: an angel as they might say: inside and out, blessed be me by you, O Energies: please, do not see your way out, only see your way within me. mote it be, ase.

BRIANO ALLIANO PERFORMS AT JUPITER MOON


hi dudes and welcome to jupiter moon where i will chuck a methane smoothie all over dad

so he can stop treating me like him at home, you see last night dad used the old young dudes

tp say i am not like my mate pat anymore, no, don’t want to be a cool kid to my dad, but i can

clean my house to what i like, and nothing more, buddy, so if you treat me like dad, you must

except i want to be a poor man, because dads way will never work, he should work on betty campbell

here is cruising round with red bull


I see some sorry old soul walking around the town, with a leather jacket on and a red bull in his hand, you see he looks kind if ***** and ****** up in the head he also looks so droopy, too, he should be home in bed, he'll go into JB hifi, if they'll let him in, that is and then he'll notice his red bull can is empty, he didn't know what to do, and everyone is staring at him, he yells out really loud WHAT ARE YA LOOKIN' AT YA ******, and nearly gets into a fight, and he was going completely crazy, yes he was weird, so ran through the mall, saying, I have to get my red bull, I have to get my red bull, I have to get my red bull, it's a f..n matter of life and death, if I don't get a red bull now, I swear I'll **** someone, waddaya think of that, everyone was saying as he passed thinking this man is cool, I think he's a loser cruising around with his red bull
When he got his second can open it up and it squirted everywhere, and unknown to him that half the can was lost in that squirt, so he cruised around with his can saying howdy to the chicks and saying hi dudes to the chaps, and, man he felt so cool, as he went over to JB hifi, yes his red bull can was empty again, and he yelled out ****, this time he was really ****** violent, he knocked over an old lady going to the bank and punched a yeah mate yeah kid,  (nerd) in the gut, and he was like that all the way to the red bull shop, when he got their the red bull was sold out and the store clerk said we have red eye, mother or V, and he said I don't want those, they are woosey drinks, I only drink red bull, because about 1 hour the man was taken by the police, as he was cruising it gives me wings, as I left he saw a kid who bought the last red bull, and he offered him $50 for it, and the kid said, money comes and money goes, but this red bull stays with me forever, and he got violent threatening to **** him as such and the kid said, ok dude, keep ya shirt on, give me $50 for this can and I will give it to you, they exchanged what they had and the kid went to the police station to fill in a statement saying he was threatened by a crazy red bull ******, and in around with the kids red bull, the police took him away the kid identified him as the guy, whi would convert to violence, to be cruising around, oh yeah, yes, man cruising around with his red bull, what a loser

and now here is my next song, called go to bed little shy boy, because i feel like a hooligan with my itchy feet, and i feel like i am getting kidnapped on earth because i am a tad messy, cause dad will never help me, when i do work, i feel like a lady, well, ****** oath i am a
lady to a tease, but i don’t want to get teased though, so i am a man
You see, you are still a little shy boy, and we are still teasing you
So, now you are working, man, come, leave us
And let us muck around, we want to smoke our bongs
As well as drink our bourbons, and drink 100 beers
Yeah we all feel cool, and don't wake up little shy boy
We want the adults to not bother us, cause we are having so much
Fun, we don't want to be adults,and don't want you to worry about us either
You see, all the men, are sitting there, trying to muck with them
Saying tease him, if you want to tease, just teaee him
But at the end of the day, man, we aren't really teasing
We are sitting up all night, being bums and young bludgers
And it's because you are such a ******
We might be making it seemed you are getting teased
But, we really want to leave you alone,,if you leave us alone
Cause, we are drug addicts,,and we want you to respect the fact
That we don't want to work, as long as you think that you aren't a young bludger
Everything will be already, but young bludgers go to bed for work
So mate, just enjoy yourself, and smoke your bongs
And have a good time, doing it
You see, I want to enjoy ourselves doing this
You are now leaving us all on our lonesome
See ya dudes
yeah, i don’t wanna be a cool kid to tease so i say to you, shut up cockbreath, here is my next song


I am a man and other men are teasing me with the kids
This is driving me crazy, I told them that I am a man
And I don't stand for this kind of juvenile behaviour
You see the kids didn't listen to that, they just laughed
And for a while each man kept on trying to be mature adults
Which we all know they're not, said for the kids to leave me alone
And then said, he isn't a target for teasing
But then after 3 days, the men said, what the flaming ****
We are going to tease this ****** yuppie
Yes, we'll tease them with the kids
The kids would teaee and when you go to the men
The men will teaee them too. They will act like all other Australians
And tease you as well, yes and they will ****** find it ****** fun
You are suffering cause you haven't got many friends

And the kids are laughing, while the ******* men say
You are a fucken big old softie,and you are now with no friends
Then you get a knife and try to stab him
And after that you punch him in the back
And then you draw out your knife and threaten to slit his throat
If he doesn't stop fucken teasing him
But they go, I am teasing you, and that's the only way I am being



You see when I go out of my bedroom after having a night of ***
The kids ate teasing me, left right and centre
And I try to handle it, but it's so ****** hard for me to do
Because they are saying things like, I am going to bash you up
And giving me a pineapple drink which was ****** wee
close to you
So if the kiddies are teasing you, and you turn to me, to get me to muck with you
I will say, I ain't mucking with you, mate, neh
I am just teas---ase---ing you with the kiddies, you aren't like us, cause when we tease you
Mate, you can't handle it, and then you say, you are spastic, and dumb as well. And I will punch you with this metal part of my leather glove, to show you who can't fucken handle teasing, you **** of the earth, fucken man
Then you go to your room, and they don't talk to you anymore
Because they are treating you like a target to tease
And that drives me crazy. And i yelled out
I AM SICK AND TIRED OF BEING THE MAN WHO IS GETTI NG TEASED BY MEN AND THE KIDS,  LEAVE ME THE **** ALONE
And they did, I am now a free spirit, no one can successfully taste me, never


yeah, i don’t wanna get teased by the men and kids, so i will be a hooligan oops, i am a cool person

you see, i am a polite man, hey, what did you say, you are protecting me with your hey, so i want dad to fly off, ok

have found a polite way to

I have found a polite way to say I love you even if I don't really mean it
I have found a polite way to tell you to ******* when you constantly bug me at my place of work, and that is treat him like an employee and then sack him, that'll work
I have found a polite way to tell someone that their weird without making them get upset
I have found a polite way to say to a right wing party that their policies stink by saying, you guys are a bunch of total perfectionists, who care nothing for the little guys
I have found a polite way to tell someone that they aren't the right sort of friend for me by saying, please mate, I need to broaden my horizons, so can you leave my perfect world buddy
I have found a polite way to tell my boss that I am resigning and that is I really don't want this place of employment, it's not really my cup of tea
I have found a polite way tell someone in a bar to stop bugging me by asking them nicely to please leave me alone and if that doesn't work then leave the bar saying if people aren't going to be nice to me here, I ain't going to come here
I have found a polite way to call someone a young bludger by telling them that they are as lazy as you were when you were their age
I find polite ways to say anything because I value my
Life too much to be hurt people's feelings, I am really cool, man

ya see i hear voices of people saying i have no real problems, but i wanna be famous, and i want to move to adelaide, but i don’t get positive feedback

so i feel like getting drunk and vomiting like this song

You see I love to have a few beers, or chocolate, and chips, oh yeah
This was what I really enjoy when I go to a pub at night
You see I live next door to this nightclub, called the hungry ****** horse
And I ain't cursing because I want to, man, that s what it's called
I met a man named Roger Killbert, who I had *** with and having a few
But the beers weren't doing good for Roger, they made him really sick
You see he was getting drunk and vomiting, yes, he was really sick
I don't share children with him, so why did I stay with him
You see he lost his family in the recent fires, and this is the first time he went out
And Roger was getting a sickly taste in his mouth, oh yeah
And it made him *****, he was sick,
You see it was just vomiting, so I didn't bother to take him to hospital
But I changed my mind, when te blood came out, it was really bad
So I took him to the hospital, and the hospital said he fine
But I know in my fucken ****** heart, that he was sick
Then he vomited blood, and the nurse said
To Roger to go to the waiting room
Because this isn't too important, but we do know that it was
And I said, why don't you get your *** in gear
And help my fucken friend, and from that moment
They labelled me a stubborn girl, yes I hated that a lot
And I said, yes, I'm stubborn, but I care for him, and have you got
Someone you care about, you hear about doctors like you
And I am more than just a stubborn woman
If you don't look after my friend, or at least try
I will soo your pants right off
He fucken had the nerve to say on what grounds
I am trying, to be my job, follow work protocol
Yes, I am doing fine, I earn a lot of money
And I deserve every cent, then I said you deserve squat
But I don't really care, when we left, yes I sooed his pants off
And since that ****** day, this doctor never learnt his lesson
We were moved to another hospital
You see he is getting drunk and vomiting, and he was very sick
And we are enjoying spending his money we got out of the doctor
Yes I feel ****** good

you can get your earth bodies to look at aaron clayton or aaa youtube TV, to hear everything performed by me

here is my next song


now, i will tell you where my cool kid is, at the mall mucking around
you see I go to the mall, being with young people
And I have so much fun, making young people mistakes
Like drinking all night and passing by McDonald's
For a McFeast and fries and coke
I will look like a junk food hooligan
And yes I will look so cool to the young
But I wish it was as simple as that
I want to have some fun
So I saw my two friends Eddie and Daniel
And we mucked around having fun
But it wasn't really what I wanted, man
So I told them both to *******
For 3 years after they purposely ran into me
And call me Woosey, and um, they will put the smoke in their ear
And eat McDonalds while I will try to be an adult
And every adult decision I make, they said Woosey, Woosey, Woosey
And then I got up and said you kids make me sick
But I couldn't say that, and they called me Woosey, because I was
Too Woosey to be a man, that opens up to his problems
But I felt like trying my hand trying to intimidate them
And make them leave me alone, it drives me crazy
All I want to be is a normal young dude, you know
Playing around making mistakes as well as being cool
But I have **** like you two teasing me as if your friendship is a fucken lie
You look like greedy pigs when you eat your McDonald's
And you are a ******* when you bang your head against the tapes
Yeah, dude, you look like a Woosey to me, mate
I am just doing the kind of things that Patrick did
Because what he likes to do, is similar to what I like to do
I like hard rock music, but I ain't a little young dude
Who is to scared to escape the tease
You guys are two little Wooseys, and I will say you are Wooseys
Mainly because you eat little young food like maccas
And you stick the cigarette in your hair, like a ******
I am a cool young dude, cool young dudes do art, and don't look lost
I'm not lost, I am so radical dudes, let's party
I am now on the healing process, because Daniel is the only Woosey
And that's the truth, you see


you see, how many of you guys have been called a woosey, you see i believe in loving life and here is my next song

i still wanna be young, what is wrong with that
Yes, mate, I am happy and I feel cool
I feel my body is getting younger and I want to break the adult rule
Mind you, there is nothing wrong with growing up, and being wise, so to speak
But really that's too formal, man, doing that will just send you weak
You need to do things that are exciting
Like go on an aero plane, like to Thailand or Vietnam, or even the mighty USA
You should go on long rail journeys too, yes that's a bit of a buzz
You can either choose having a sleeper, living the lap of luxury
Or roughing it up on the single ride seat
You can also grab a hot meal on the train
And you can eat it in the dining car
And you can eat it up, real fast, so you aren't away from the seat too long
I also like a bus trip, like to Batemans bay or beyond
And a trip to Sydney. Melbourne, Brisbane, Hervey bay, gold coast, and fantastic Adelaide
I go into a club and if I hear music I will either tap my foot or dance to it
Depending on the mood of the place
I also like to stay in a Hotel, and watch a bit of ****** Rupertvision
Some shows are good, and thouroughly entertained me so much
But not enough to make me give to that rich *****
I sometimes like a good trip in the country, where I climb mountains
Or just look at the views from lookouts and even the wild life
And mind you, you can have a ball in the country, cause you have no main worries
No worries at all, sonny Jim
Then you can spend the weekend in Sydney for the Carols in the domain
Where you get in early, pick a great spot, and take in the Christmas spirit
Mind you, you have to wait in line at the toilets, but it's all in good fun
And mate, if you happen to lose, dad, or even your mum
Just go to the stage, and tell them that you are a lost boy
With no directional skills, and how do I find mummy again
Of course they will help find them, but you really just wanted to get on the idiot box
And mate, just wait for the hiding you get off mum or dad
For wasting important television viewing time
There are so many things you can do, but, mate
You need to get a job, oh yeah, don't make your mum and dad pay
That can make you uncool
You see, I am a 43 year old young dude, yeah
And I will be there, till the day I join the afterlife, oh yeah
i hear voices of people saying, i ain’t going to help you little cool ki, ****** oath i am cool kid



Hi little kid, you can't find your mummy, you are a baby
Cause this is a family event, and it's quite ****** safe
Just ask a fellow kid, sure you are safe little kid
But then another kid will come, and trick me into
Looking like a phedaphile, and I won't be able to get out of it
So little kid, keep looking around for your mummy
And, yes you will see her, and I ain't helping you
Cause I am not the kids teasing Buddy
You see I want kids to let me be a true grown up
Who wants to be cool, and have a lot of fun
With other grown ups, and if kids can think of Judy being with each other
The city will look after their needs a lot better
You see, I dressed up as Santa, but I ain't helping you kid
So *******, or I will put you in the toilet
Do you want that, I don't fucken think so
I can tell you, I ain't no kid, I am an adult
Who wants to have fun and enjoy life
I don't want you kids to come up to me
And ask me to do something inappripiate
Even if it looks innocent, it ain't, I aren't that type of guy
You kids are a pack of fucken losers
And just keep yourselfs in your family groups
Cause that will suit me just fine, because
I ain't gonna he

I've always been told I had a big head
like literally
a five-head
my head and my feet
the rest of me took some time to catch up
after the race, I can now breath

in grade school they would ask me
to move my big head
so they can see the black board
since we grew up with jokes
in our pocket
it never hurt
though it did help me realize
I have a big head

my mama does too
and her two other kids
and my kids
I think its our heal-her
lineage
showing up in cranial size
we all have a message
I choose healing (if choice is real)

change over time
is a guarante,
this, and death,
everything else you must wait
to see play out
the patience that takes
makes some of us
go insane
but we wait anyways
until the day

Alaase is my muse.
I believe we have been evoked
with the power
to change over time.
I create myself
time and time again.
the layers are too thin
my nails are too long
obviously they will fade

or be stripped … I got hungry, so I scream
Marley says
"why can't we roam (oh)
there's open country
oh
why can't we be what we wanna be
we want to be free"
many of my ancestors were enslaved
in chains
I imagine their thoughts
their faith
that kept them alive
on that journey over the lake
I know we are of deep understanding
and of people who knew they
are not this body…
so I imagine they prayed
and meditated mostly
until they got hungry
then they screamed
and turned around
in feces

Ase young minds

Just as a boy grows into teenager,
he is bound, to one day, grow into man.
I think it's when he is just five years old,
he becomes a demolition fan.

At that juncture, it's all about the tools.
To dismantle what works perfectly well.
They may begin plastic at the start,
but it triggers something in their cells.

A teenager will start with something small,
a lawnmower, dirt bike, then on to cars.
Then as he ages and gains life experience,
the quest for tools is written in the stars.

It starts with a simple set of wrenches.
Then moves on to socket sets and ratchet.
Not just ASE, they need metric as well.
A tool store is a veritable banquet.

Metal worker, wood crafter, mechanic,
Plumber a welder and electrician.
Wrapped up in a testosterone package,
needing a new tool for the next mission.

Watch as his eye light, when reaching for a tool,
that's new to the market, sitting on display.
It's no longer about simple fun in an old cardboard box.
It will be tools from now till his dying day.

"A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z"

A- anhin ang pag-ibig mo kung mag-isa ka nalang lumalaban?
B- initiwan na niya ang pangako ng walang hanggan.
C- are, meron ba siya nito? Pinaramdam ba niya ito sa'yo?
D- arating sa puntong makakamoveon ka rin.
E- wan ko sa'yo ba't ka pa nagpapakatanga.
F- unny, dahil sa sense of humor niya nahulog ka.
G- inawa mo na ang lahat pero hindi pa rin sapat.
H- inigit na niya ng tuluyan ang pagmamahal na itinarak niya sa puso mo kaya masyadong masakit ang nadarama mo.
I- iwan ka man ng lahat sa mundo, subalit ang Panginoon ay laging nariyan para sa'yo.
J- ust cry. Dapat **** ilabas yan at huwag kimkimin.
K- ahit anong mangyari may nagmamahal sa'yo; pamilya mo at si Lord.
L- ahat ng sakit at hapdi na iyong natatamasa ay may hangganan.
M- aging matatag kang harapin ang pagsubok ng pag-ibig.
N- aisin **** huwag tangayin sa baha na gawa ng iyong emosyon. Lumaban ka.\
O- nly you. Wag kang maniwala. Hindi ka nag-iisa.
P- atunayan mo na hindi siya kawalan. Na kaya mo kahit wala siya sa tabi mo.
Q- ueen, ikaw raw kasi ang reyna ng mundo niya pero salawahan siya. May Emperatress pa palang nauna na mas mataas pa sa'yo at mas mahalaga.
R- espeto, kung meron siya nito, seryoso siya sa iyo.
S- a tingin mo minahal ka talaga niya?
T- iwala lang, wag umasa.
U- nawain mo sana na pag pumasok ka sa isang relasyon hindi ka naglalaro lamang. Unawain mo na sa pagmamahal hindi puro ligaya lamang.
V- ase, yan ang turing niya sa iyo. Nilagyan ka lang ng bulaklak pero hindi pinapalitan ng tubig hanggang sa nalanta ka sa puso niya, in short sa simula ka lang niya minahal pero kalaunan wala na siyang pakialam.
W- ag ka nang magpakatanga next time. Wag paulit-ulit kasi pag nasaktan ka nakakasawa na rin minsan pakinggan ang salitang "ayoko na" pero ang totoo, tanga ka pa rin sa susunod na pag-ibig mo.
X- ylophone. Parang paulit-ulit na pinatugtog ang puso mo at pinupokpok kaya masyadong masakit para sa'yo at paulit-ulit **** mararamdaman ang tugtog ng hapdi at kirot na dulot ng pag-ibig.
Y- ung pangako niya sa'yo balang araw tatawanan mo na lang.
Z- ipper your heart kapag nakamove on ka na. Muli itong magbubukas sa taong... muling mananamasa at mananakit sa puso mo este magmamahal pala sa'yo hanggang sa iyong pagtanda.
Now you know your ABC
Let's play words
And sing with me.

Stop
Laughing like that.
you sound **A bit
Pathetic.

Hide that smile.
hIde that frown.
Thank your lucky stars.

Steam from the shower
Clears the mind and
Reveals the
mArks left behind
because I am Too fair or
should I say Caucasian
looking, Hispanic
doesn't comE
acrosS clearly like the mind.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, to
Everyone but me
becAuse I never got
anywheRe on my own.

Here lies the secret,
Eat it like dessert:
All of this has been done before
Little doesn't even come close to describing me.

Melt into movement
Ease into enjoyment
kNeel into knowing
Drown in deliverance.

Scratch.
Cover.
Again.
Repeat.

Soy yo amor mío,
Quien golpea la puerta de tu corazón.
Deja me entrar,
Y te prometo que conmigo estarás feliz.
Una pasión bien fuerte quemándose como fuego,
Tú eres la razón.
Soy la solución a tu tristeza.
Al contrario, solo mírate reír.
Ríndete, no existe la palabra lastimar, solo amor,
Con todo lo bueno que soy.
Vine a curar y vivir en tu alma.
Soy el ultimo pedazo de tu rompe cabeza, lo que usted necesitaba.
Eres el aire que respiro, lo que me ase vivir.
Tú, Como un sueño real que quiero cumplir.
Te voy a ensenar lo que es amor y borrar tu dolor.
Las personas amables se merecen lo mejor.
Contigo, pudiéramos hacer lo todo.
En la escurrida, eres el brillante foco.
Al fin este deseo se hizo verdad.

En la isla en que detiene su esquife el argonauta
del inmortal Ensueño, donde la eterna pauta
de las eternas liras se escucha -isla de oro
en que el tritón elige su caracol sonoro
y la sirena blanca va a ver el sol- un día
se oye el tropel vibrante de fuerza y de harmonía.

Son los Centauros. Cubren la llanura. Les siente
la montaña. De lejos, forman són de torrente
que cae; su galope al aire que reposa
despierta, y estremece la hoja del laurel-rosa.

Son los Centauros. Unos enormes, rudos; otros
alegres y saltantes como jóvenes potros;
unos con largas barbas como los padres-ríos;
otros imberbes, ágiles y de piafantes bríos,
y robustos músculos, brazos y lomos aptos
para portar las ninfas rosadas en los raptos.

Van en galope rítmico, Junto a un fresco boscaje,
frente al gran Océano, se paran. El paisaje
recibe de la urna matinal luz sagrada
que el vasto azul suaviza con límpida mirada.
Y oyen seres terrestres y habitantes marinos
la voz de los crinados cuadrúpedos divinos.
 
Calladas las bocinas a los tritones gratas,
calladas las sirenas de labios escarlatas,
los carrillos de Eolo desinflados, digamos
junto al laurel ilustre de florecidos ramos
la gloria inmarcesible de las Musas hermosas
y el triunfo del terrible misterio de las cosas.
He aquí que renacen los lauros milenarios;
vuelven a dar su lumbre los viejos lampadarios;
y anímase en mi cuerpo de Centauro inmortal
la sangre del celeste caballo paternal.
 
Arquero luminoso, desde el Zodíaco llegas;
aun presas en las crines tienes abejas griegas;
aun del dardo herakleo muestras la roja herida
por do salir no pudo la esencia de tu vida.
¡Padre y Maestro excelso! Eres la fuente sana
de la verdad que busca la triste raza humana:
aun Esculapio sigue la vena de tu ciencia;
siempre el veloz Aquiles sustenta su existencia
con el manjar salvaje que le ofreciste un día,
y Herakles, descuidando su maza, en la harmonía
de los astros, se eleva bajo el cielo nocturno...
 
La ciencia es flor del tiempo: mi padre fue Saturno.
 
Himnos a la sagrada Naturaleza; al vientre
de la tierra y al germen que entre las rocas y entre
las carnes de los árboles, y dentro humana forma,
es un mismo secreto y es una misma norma,
potente y sutilísimo, universal resumen
de la suprema fuerza, de la virtud del Numen.
 
¡Himnos! Las cosas tienen un ser vital; las cosas
tienen raros aspectos, miradas misteriosas;
toda forma es un gesto, una cifra, un enigma;
en cada átomo existe un incógnito estigma;
cada hoja de cada árbol canta un propio cantar
y hay un alma en cada una de las gotas del mar;
el vate, el sacerdote, suele oír el acento
desconocido; a veces enuncia el vago viento
un misterio; y revela una inicial la espuma
o la flor; y se escuchan palabras de la bruma;
y el hombre favorito del Numen, en la linfa
o la ráfaga encuentra mentor -demonio o ninfa.
 
El biforme ixionida comprende de la altura,
por la materna gracia, la lumbre que fulgura,
la nube que se anima de luz y que decora
el pavimento en donde rige su carro Aurora,
y la banda de Iris que tiene siete rayos
cual la lira en sus brazos siete cuerdas, los mayos
en la fragante tierra llenos de ramos bellos,
y el Polo coronado de cándidos cabellos.
El ixionida pasa veloz por la montaña
rompiendo con el pecho de la maleza huraña
los erizados brazos, las cárceles hostiles;
escuchan sus orejas los ecos más sutiles:
sus ojos atraviesan las intrincadas hojas
mientras sus manos toman para sus bocas rojas
las frescas bayas altas que el sátiro codicia;
junto a la oculta fuente su mirada acaricia
las curvas de las ninfas del séquito de Diana;
pues en su cuerpo corre también la esencia humana
unida a la corriente de la savia divina
y a la salvaje sangre que hay en la bestia equina.
Tal el hijo robusto de Ixión y de la Nube.
 
Sus cuatro patas bajan; su testa erguida sube.
 
Yo comprendo el secreto de la bestia. Malignos
seres hay y benignos. Entre ellos se hacen signos
de bien y mal, de odio o de amor, o de pena
o gozo: el cuervo es malo y la torcaz es buena.
 
Ni es la torcaz benigna, ni es el cuervo protervo:
son formas del Enigma la paloma y el cuervo.
 
El Enigma es el soplo que hace cantar la lira.
 
¡El Enigma es el rostro fatal de Deyanira!
MI espalda aun guarda el dulce perfume de la bella;
aun mis pupilas llaman su claridad de estrella.
¡Oh aroma de su ****! ¡O rosas y alabastros!
¡Oh envidia de las flores y celos de los astros!
 
Cuando del sacro abuelo la sangre luminosa
con la marina espuma formara nieve y rosa,
hecha de rosa y nieve nació la Anadiomena.
Al cielo alzó los brazos la lírica sirena,
los curvos hipocampos sobre las verdes ondas
levaron los hocicos; y caderas redondas,
tritónicas melenas y dorsos de delfines
junto a la Reina nueva se vieron. Los confines
del mar llenó el grandioso clamor; el universo
sintió que un nombre harmónico sonoro como un verso
llenaba el hondo hueco de la altura; ese nombre
hizo gemir la tierra de amor: fue para el hombre
más alto que el de Jove; y los númenes mismos
lo oyeron asombrados; los lóbregos abismos
tuvieron una gracia de luz. ¡VENUS impera!
Ella es entre las reinas celestes la primera,
pues es quien tiene el fuerte poder de la Hermosura.
¡Vaso de miel y mirra brotó de la amargura!
Ella es la más gallarda de las emperatrices;
princesa de los gérmenes, reina de las matrices,
señora de las savias y de las atracciones,
señora de los besos y de los corazones.
 
¡No olvidaré los ojos radiantes de Hipodamia!
 
Yo sé de la hembra humana la original infamia.
Venus anima artera sus máquinas fatales;
tras sus radiantes ojos ríen traidores males;
de su floral perfume se exhala sutil daño;
su cráneo obscuro alberga bestialidad y engaño.
Tiene las formas puras del ánfora, y la risa
del agua que la brisa riza y el sol irisa;
mas la ponzoña ingénita su máscara pregona:
mejores son el águila, la yegua y la leona.
De su húmeda impureza brota el calor que enerva
los mismos sacros dones de la imperial Minerva;
y entre sus duros pechos, lirios del Aqueronte,
hay un olor que llena la barca de Caronte.
 
Como una miel celeste hay en su lengua fina;
su piel de flor aun húmeda está de agua marina.
Yo he visto de Hipodamia la faz encantadora,
la cabellera espesa, la pierna vencedora;
ella de la hembra humana fuera ejemplar augusto;
ante su rostro olímpico no habría rostro adusto;
las Gracias junto a ella quedarían confusas,
y las ligeras Horas y las sublimes Musas
por ella detuvieran sus giros y su canto.
 
Ella la causa fuera de inenarrable espanto:
por ella el ixionida dobló su cuello fuerte.
La hembra humana es hermana del Dolor y la Muerte.
 
Por suma ley un día llegará el himeneo
que el soñador aguarda: Cenis será Ceneo;
claro será el origen del femenino arcano:
la Esfinge tal secreto dirá a su soberano.
 
Naturaleza tiende sus brazos y sus pechos
a los humanos seres; la clave de los hechos
conócela el vidente; Homero con su báculo,
en su gruta Deifobe, la lengua del Oráculo.
 
El monstruo expresa un ansia del corazón del Orbe,
en el Centauro el bruto la vida humana absorbe,
el sátiro es la selva sagrada y la lujuria,
une sexuales ímpetus a la harmoniosa furia.
Pan junta la soberbia de la montaña agreste
al ritmo de la inmensa mecánica celeste;
la boca melodiosa que atrae en Sirenusa
es de la fiera alada y es de la suave musa;
con la bicorne bestia Pasifae se ayunta,
Naturaleza sabia formas diversas junta,
y cuando tiende al hombre la gran Naturaleza,
el monstruo, siendo el símbolo, se viste de belleza.
 
Yo amo lo inanimado que amó el divino Hesiodo.
 
Grineo, sobre el mundo tiene un ánima todo.
 
He visto, entonces, raros ojos fijos en mí:
los vivos ojos rojos del alma del rubí;
los ojos luminosos del alma del topacio
y los de la esmeralda que del azul espacio
la maravilla imitan; los ojos de las gemas
de brillos peregrinos y mágicos emblemas.
Amo el granito duro que el arquitecto labra
y el mármol en que duermen la línea y la palabra...
 
A Deucalión y a Pirra, varones y mujeres
las piedras aun intactas dijeron: "¿Qué nos quieres?"
 
Yo he visto los lemures florar, en los nocturnos
instantes, cuando escuchan los bosques taciturnos
el loco grito de Atis que su dolor revela
o la maravillosa canción de Filomela.
El galope apresuro, si en el boscaje miro
manes que pasan, y oigo su fúnebre suspiro.
Pues de la Muerte el hondo, desconocido Imperio,
guarda el pavor sagrado de su fatal misterio.
 
La Muerte es de la Vida la inseparable hermana.
 
La Muerte es la victoria de la progenie humana.
 
¡La Muerte! Yo la he visto. No es demacrada y mustia
ni ase corva guadaña, ni tiene faz de angustia.
Es semejante a Diana, casta y virgen como ella;
en su rostro hay la gracia de la núbil doncella
y lleva una guirnalda de rosas siderales.
En su siniestra tiene verdes palmas triunfales,
y en su diestra una copa con agua del olvido.
A sus pies, como un perro, yace un amor dormido.
 
Los mismos dioses buscan la dulce paz que vierte.
 
La pena de los dioses es no alcanzar la Muerte.
 
Si el hombre -Prometeo- pudo robar la vida,
la clave de la muerte serále concedida.
 
La virgen de las vírgenes es inviolable y pura.
Nadie su casto cuerpo tendrá en la alcoba obscura,
ni beberá en sus labios el grito de la victoria,
ni arrancará a su frente las rosas de su gloria...
 
Mas he aquí que Apolo se acerca al meridiano.
Sus truenos prolongados repite el Oceano.
Bajo el dorado carro del reluciente Apolo
vuelve a inflar sus carrillos y sus odres Eolo.
A lo lejos, un templo de mármol se divisa
entre laureles-rosa que hace cantar la brisa.
Con sus vibrantes notas de Céfiro desgarra
la veste transparente la helénica cigarra,
y por el llano extenso van en tropel sonoro
los Centauros, y al paso, tiembla la Isla de Oro.

lips cur l l ips a bo u t th en ak e d for tre s s of your s t r ain i ng hips
in w hich resi de s the resi d ueof loves h ars hes tb ase notes
a single molting instant when bodies uncleverly address each
other rudely with loose and tight squirming tissues
commonly beginning muscles
rapid and dismaying
and to fluffless
orchards
scurry

I'm a little tired,
So I think I'm going to sleep.
I hope you understand that,
Sometimes it's hard to breathe,
When my thoughts race,
Trapped in my mind.
It's time to say goodnight.
Please don't forget.
That you mean everything.
I'm sorry. I'm no good,
With words but I love you.
Please don't forget that.

Mente de caballos de carnaval, mente inparable siempre soñando de deseos inalcansables. Mundo de fantasia, mundo perfecto lo que siempre yo he pensado que es correcto. No hay preocupasiones porque no hay tiempo para ellas es una accion sin existencia. Para mi esto es mi ser muy despejado de la realidad pero vivo de el, reacciono differente tal vez muy creativo es complicado vivir en dos mundos y que uno sea elusivo. No prefiero el ireal aunque nadie me crea, siempre estoy en el espacio sin nave y sin esfuerzo. Pero esta mente no es un juego es dificil vivir en dos mundos cuando solo uno de ellos es importante. Pero en este carnaval no hay tal cosa como el descanso. Intento lo mejor pero mi mente me llama me atrae de diferentes maneras con las cosas que trama. Soluciones para problemas de una manera poca visible, y possibilidades de gran interes en mi vida constante. Yo lo decidi ase mucho en sacar tiempo para los dos sin el mundo elusivo no existiria "yo".

"Did you hear Tonya  son is gay?"
"Oh that's cool."

A la  siguinte  semanan naylie  me  comento
"Tonya kicked  her son out of her house for being gay."

As thoughts race through my head I wonder where will he live? he's just a senior in high school

Soon after that I never really thought about him since I never knew him or seen him

lo  conosi por distanica

"Mira  Yvette ese  es  el  hijo  de  tonya  tu  sabias  que  era  gay?" me  dijo  nayeli  que  lo  conoses
As usual, irritated, le  contesto, "ay  ama la  van  a esquchar y  no  no  lo  conosco"

I didn't want to feel guilty for being somebody that whispers through ears

"Mija  y tu  mama va  venir  al  aerobics?"
" Nose "

Tonya No  me  conose ni  tampoco  conse  que  me  da  verguenza su  decicion como  puede  abandonar  a su hijo

My  mom  while she pretended to cover her whispers through squats and lunges.

"Mira  Yvette ese  es  el  hijo  de  tonya"

As I gaze,
flaco  y  Alto.
What is he doing here at the park? his mom is going to see him. He looks happy playing basketball was he really kick out? did she bring him here?

My second year of summer vacation of college I try to be part of LA and South Park with the aerobics women but it is inconsistent the same way how inconsistent my thought of Tonya's  son being homeless

Por  segunda  ves  la distancia  nos  unio

Mami  y yo  sentadas 10minutos antes  que  empiese  la  clase

"Ay  mira  Yvette siempre  esta  aqui ya  nunca esta  bien  vestido "

I guess she did kick him out

Sudadas y cansadas,
When classes end  todas  Las mama  se  van en Chinga,
Tengo  que  ir  a vender!
Tengo  que  hacer de  comer!
Tengo  que  pasar  por  el  chiquillo  a  la  escuela!

"Mejor vete  en  chinga  por  tu hijo Mientras  haces  de  comer no  se  te  olvide  poner  el quarto  Plato en  la  mesa Y  cuando  termines  no  se  te olvide  pasar por  tu  hijo  que  duerme  en el  parque"

Otros anos  mas

"Ay  Yvette dice  nayeliy que  ya  el  hijo  de  Tonya  usa  drogas"

I just listened

I'd feel bad to if my mom never noticed me over the thing she loved the most, aerobics

Sonriente  y  sin  verguenza,
Camina  ase  su  casa  dejando  su  hijo.

It doesn't seem to work its as if he wants her to notice him

Maybe if my mom sees me everyday out here knowing that I live here she'll take me home after she's done with her work out

365 dias multiplicado por 2, espero  que  todabia  tenga  esa  esperanza o talvez  ya  lo  consumio  las drogas

do you remember our little corridor
that blackish floor between two and three
where dreams were made and staged and broken
where we were free and still made eleven

your voice echoes along three black walls
and your laughter, along the green
i still remember what you said about your sister
and how i held you as you cried with me

it's three months over, but i see you still
dancing through a building in the sky
i hope you're smiling, where you are
free from the dark stage you chose to leave behind

it's funny how it all comes back in waves
maybe you miss it too - all the fun
maybe you're up there, smiling down
maybe you're somewhere, saluting the sun

and when my turn comes, i'll look for you
in another space unscathed by time
i'll embrace you tight in a fresnel light
and softly sing you lullabies

but for now,
i'll just keep going on
i'll keep you where time cannot erase you
and where no one can ever hurt or break you:
i'll keep you in our little corridor
the blackish floor between two and three
where dreams were made and staged and broken
where we were free; where we'll always make eleven.

-c.t.

Lilies wilted
On** the windowsill
Vase cracked from age
Every memory still anew

When embers drop onto our faces,
I won't be the first to scream from agony,
I'll be the first to shriek from exuberance.
The first to tell the world that there had be a service done!
With all of the misery in the world,
We were finally let free.
The seemingly stupid kids who apparently look for attention, the soldiers who had fought just to come to a miserable end, the citizens of countries who don't have enough to survive.
I will be the first to let the world know that it had done us all a favor!
All the people of all walks of life, who know any form of extreme pain, will be yelling some sort of,
Thank you! Gracias Dios! Si Yu'us ma'ase! Merci, Mon Dieu! Bless it be! भगवान का शुक्र है!
There will be so many thanks from so many people,
Religious, Agnostic, Atheist, rich, poor, Third World, First World.
So many people will be so thankful to have their freedom from our home that is hell that we were born into.
This is certain, my friend.
Only the lucky few have it so easy.
We're in a world were one part of it is fighting for all rights for homosexuals,
While in other places they get hanged,
As a presentation from their so-called loving god.
The jurisdiction given to people to cut off a twelve year old's ******* and tell someone with depression to go **** themselves is what this world still hasn't evolved from.
This hate that hurts so many, and only benefits so few.
And when the embers fall,
There will be salvation.

There’s secrets we hide under this skin.
Swallowed tears and oceans. Chants and earthquakes.

Yet, the secrets I often find are in between breaths and prayer.
Alchemised in our folklore and decoded in our beads - transcended into patterned clothe - spread through our beliefs.

We are spells

carrying keys beneath these tongues that could unlock time and serenade the gates of heaven. Songs that make us meet the avatars that linger in our bones - wishing to dance their way into the days that we now breathe.

Our, history, lives in us. Heaving in the vernacular we almost forgot.

Our history, is being reborn in Shamanic spirits coloured in Indigos, browns and blues. We are Prophets and Holy Souls. Dreamers and See’ers. Amens and Ase O’s.

It finds us through our mothers’ hymns and fathers’ laughter. Hides in our grandmother’s bedtime stories. Is reborn in the waves that lick the shore.

We are the eclipse.
We are the shadow.
We, are the black hole.

"Aje a wa o!"
"E o ni shorti oh!"
Just tell this to Maami
In the dawn of a morning
On a typical market day
And she'll pour you the best
Straight from the breast

You need not be "Omoluabi"
One of the descendants of Oduduwa
As I have just shown you an inlet
Into a crest full of treasures
Accessible by your attitude
Which determines your altitude

Where character will take you
Character will stop you
When you are in Rome
You "Rankadede", as a norm
Let my people be your people
And let peace rain

Forget not my friend
In the land of "Karo e o ji re bi"
Honour, respect begets blessings
Even if we are deemed cunning and deceitful
In the tongues of Maami lies "Ase"
So, the next time you visit our marker square
Remember the pass code
"Aje a wa oh!"