cruelly,love
walk the autumn long;
the last flower in whose hair,
they lips are cold with songs

for which is
first to wither,to pass?
shallowness of sunlight
falls,and cruelly,
across the grass
Comes the
moon

love,walk the
autumn
love,for the last
flower in the hair withers;
thy hair is acold with
dreams,
love thou art frail

—walk the longness of autumn
smile dustily to the people,
for winter
who crookedly care.

The road was long and rough
It was a passageway of words
A parade of letters and prose
The touch of invisible pleasure
I moulted like a snake in season
I dreamt on a cruiser of reign as we
opened my pandora box in the cave

The road was smooth and right
It was a third eye paradise of seers
A mire of misery and blowing wind
The tears flew like fireflies on heat
I met the shrinks of souls in salt bed
I waved the rain as it washed my sins
On that sight of the pandora box

The road of wrongness and rightness
It was an unfolded augury of life
An awakened sleeper roared in dreams
The days when I touched the skies
I took the broken house and mended
I saw the clouds as bright as crimson
Inside the box when I met my twin

The road of love, lust, love, longness
It was when the ember coal was wild
A blaze of soul collision and resonance
The days when doubt taunted in mazes
I wrested my mind and the heart knew
I tested the precipice and intuition led
Inside the unconditional pandora box  

The road where I hid and felt alive
It was a paradise of shining trees
A place where our loneliness merged
The safest heaven on barren lands
I saw my warrior and he shielded
I sat as he ran away with fear and pride
On that very opened pandora box

The road of unforgotten forever
It was a triangulation of continents
An immersion of difference and indifference
The open table of a scarce connective mess
I shed my naive bed and hardened
I shut the wild untwisted world
On that very inevitable pandora

I want to trace the veins on your arms.
A map of where life goes on.

I want to trace the lashes against your cheeks.
Little fluttering (butterfly) wings on your face.

I want to trace your lips.
The softness I want to feel with my own.

I want to trace your cheeks.
Rub away the tears that have fell against it.

I want to trace your eyelids.
To feel the barrier, the beauty of your spirit hides behind.

I want to trace the prominence of your jaw.
That gives shape to your beautiful face.

I want to trace your shoulders.
Where the world sits upon.

I want to trace your fingers and the spaces in between them.
Interlock them with my own.

I want to trace the longness of your throat.
The beauty of a voice from where it erupts.

I want to trace the wideness of your chest.
To feel the beat of your heart under my fingertips.

To be ginger in a heatwave
is to know that a surfeit of energy
that enthrals the populace
has consequence

Like any addict with an allergy
landed on a thing they love
you learn to skirt and sample
knowing sickness follows

The uninitiated will gorge and fall
swearing off the juice for good
and withdrawing a raised voice
which is bad

Pace yourselves for the longness
of an unexpected summer
so that when winter hits
we continue to burn

I don't believe in tomorrow,
with it's sameness and it's sadness,
and I don't
believe in you,
and I don't believe
in me.

I don't believe in yesterday,
with it's longness and it's mockery,
and I don't
believe in you,
and I don't believe
in me.

I don't believe in the sunrise,
with it's promises and it's storm clouds,
and I don't
believe in you,
and I don't believe
in me.

I don't believe in the sunset,
with it's loveliness and it's loneliness,
and I don't
believe in you,
and I don't believe
in me.

I don't believe in the sea,
with it's indecision and it's vastness,
and I don't
believe in you,
and I don't believe
in me.

I don't believe in the universe,
with it's mystery and it's immensity,
and I don't
believe in you,
and I don't believe
in me.

I don't believe in memories,
with their vagueness and their insistence,
and I don't
believe in you,
and I don't believe
in me.

I don't believe in hope,
with it's randomness and it's deception,
and I don't
believe in you,
and I don't believe
in me.

I don't believe in poetry,
in the lines of my face and of my hand,
in the stars and the gods,
in the guitar and my voice,
in my smile and my frown,
in love, in feelings,
in doors and pictures.

I don't believe in me. I don't,
but they all do. All of them.
And all of them expect answers
and reasons that I cannot give,
that I don't know. I don't know.

hot ****,
the lust i have for you would devour a nation
the longness would subside an ocean
and the desire would intoxicate my whole being

i love you, deep within,
it erupts in my veins and feeds my empty soul with bitter-sweet corruption

a taste, from your holy spirit makes it seem like i can conquer the crimson black night
You see,
your godly figure manages to **** my mere sight, over and over again
to me, no money nor miles would prevent me from having the pleasure of seeing you and gaze into those sinful eyes
Your mere eyes have the utmost power on me,
you see,
You could strip me with a gaze,
make my body tremble with a touch
and enchant me with a sigh
I surrendered myself to your grace,
as you and only you can kiss away my pain with a word,
**** my body with a smirk
tempt me with your presence
and cuddle my insides with your heavenly voice


In loving you, i found a home,
a safe, ****** and a cosy place where i belong
and i choose to stay, for as long as i breathe
Do you even know what would i give to be yours? how far i'd go?.

Thoughts of an insomniac
Time just passes u by
I don't realize things before my eyes
My addictions only thickens
My thoughts only sink deeper
In a constant abyss in my awoken conscienceness
Ignorance is bliss
Like the devils kiss
Goodbye so u find time
To be free and fly within the sky
But to be free in society
Today
There is always a fee
It's like u Gata buy ur life in reality
People think I'm goin nowhere
But to be nowhere is where I wanna be
It opens doors to other expiriences
I wanna try everything
But I don't wanna be lonely
I think music is my passion
So I'll roll with the punches
My words crunched together in my lines and stanzas
But my words only tangle me
In the night it's like I'm closer to fatality
So who do I pay to see the day
Or who do I ask for time from
Cause it feels like seconds I'll see the kingdom come
But I don't have a currency
Not even a single bill
But it kills me everytime and that's my only thrill
I kinda wanna put my life on the line
With everyday and every rhyme
Cause people hate when u tell them things they don't wanna hear
But I'm here in this world only to pressure my peers
So I got a group of friends
We are on the same level
Tangible beliefs of life I can start a religion
Maybe I can change the world through my lyrics
But these critics only stop me from reaching my full potential
And credentials u need in life
To escape this struggle and strife
Of being that kid with nothing
So I'll use these words to cut like a knife
And pierce skin to infect blood
And flood the veins of what I think is right
So we take flight on this journey
We may crash and be taken out on gurneys
But it's about how we come back
We comeback stronger tha ever
Make some funky **** and make a new kinda rhythm
See now I don't got punch lines cause I'm not funny
I use metaphors and poetic justice
To reach people when they have nothing less
Than themselves in a long list of endeavors
But we remember where we came from
Never forget that
Cause that will be ur root to become an aristocrat
See that's the target I'm tryna hit
I wanna come off as spiritual cause no one has ever tried that
My people I look up to like Malcolm x and ghandi
See they fought for peace
And unleashed both extreme though and peacefulness to up the heat
On society itself
So how bout we take that step back
Realize what we got
And figure out what we really want out of all of this
So I never wanna miss the old me
But it only made me stronger
I wanna conquer every bad habit
But the loud pack got the best of me
So I write this is my drug
I write only to inspire and create
Emotions of people to break outta that crate
You can't live in a box cause we were gifted with thought
So our past generations fought for this freedom
Stray awak from the group
Make your own pathway
This only leads to success and creativity
Maybe u can be the president or the astronaught
Like u said when u were a kid
But my English teacher told me he hated English as a kid
How ironic
So I only exhale chronic to make u people crazy
Cause my minds all hazy from this longness to be
Or just exist
And fix everything wrong with this world
If I can influence one I will influence all
I'll make this **** real one day
And create my own passion pit
Cause I don't come from much
Hard work and thought is what I was taught
My moms was my dad
She was also my mentor
Told me I could be a trash man just have a love for it
So I found music
This **** makes me unleash this imagination
So I can reflect and make people refer to revelations of different nations
But for now I'll just sit here and write
And insight my future will be bright
I see the light or shroud of something
It's nearly in my grasp
Now I fall asleep
And take my final gasp
Of air
As if nothing was every there
Nothing to fear here
Cause this is only the first tier
Of being blessed
With a talent
But what I wish for Christmas
Is to make a dent
With every note and melody
So as far as I see
This is only the start of me

how dose you think a day begins? its
little teeth
smally thin
(as grass between)
the throats of men?

does you think it green as blades of thinness wide
,sprouted mutely?

does you go out to fields and collect it?
in your hands do it shake and quivers?
(does you bring it up to your mouth,
and does you kiss it?
entering the thick copseness of your pallet?)

who many days you been in hurt verdant roughness of coarse forests?
(you been amongst em sleeping the hot hair is full of drowsy longness
and your muscles slackly follow into deeep chambers of distilled nuthing?

you been out back? by the glade brush and the doe mouths
are white with steep petals of lingering health?

"take itup your mouth," goes the drawn trees, drawing even deeplyer
into the quant tussle of wakeless hours where a twitch don't and not
even a cat.

)the forest goes and does you ever think how those thighs
combed with coarse wreaking of bleeding youth
tasted like copper tastes hot at your tongue climbing your whole mouth
into its neat dumbness?

(the Summers there are millions of Summers left and does you think
how

a    day


begins
?

"Hubo un día en que el día no engañaba,
en que sus manos tristes no sostenían un cuervo
indiferente como los labios de la lluvia,
como el rojizo hastío."

Hubo un día en que la noche aún soñaba,
aún se perfilaba agridulce como el graznido de una cebolla,
como la luz del espacio indiferente.

Esos días son largamente pasado,
de ensueño esas noches difusas,
ensueño de luz de alba, de nacer de día.

En estos días sueño con tus noches,
con tu paradisíaco mirar naranja
y tu dionisíaco sabor azul.

En estas noches lloro por tu pérdida,
por los sentidos perdidos,
por los placeres privados;
y añoro con añoranza tu existencia vana.

//

"There was a day in which the day didn't deceive,
in which its sad hands did not hold a raven
indifferent like the lips of rain,
like reddish boredom."

There was a day in which night still dreamt,
still took shape bittersweet like the croacking of an onion,
like the light of an indifferent space.

Those days are long past,
of dreams those dim nights,
dream of dawn's light, of day's birth.

In these days I dream of your nights,
of your heavenly orange look
and your dionysian blue taste.

In these nights I cry for your loss,
for the lost senses,
for the deprived pleasures
and I long with longness your vain existence.

christian has her hair long
her face plain without
lip of makeup, and her
brief mouth is without rose;

  (i know)

i'm unsure why
the lips nothing
and hair plainly
with longness

seems feverishly something to have.

(wants i wonder which
within your hips are softly sleeping;
it needs to fill the itch–
their strictness always keeping)      .

I love loving you,
And lick kisses that glue giggles and memory moments to the palm of my hand,
Where I hold your leash
On long walks on the beach.
But my mind of wishing wells and wishful thinking,
It ponders the day that we part,
And my eyes and my heart sink,
The thought of the shortness of your life,
And the longness of mine,
And I ask the world, “why?”
But I think more.
And the world answers.
One day I will lose you,
I will go to put on my shoes
And no excitable, fluffy leaping pup
Will wait for her coat and her rope
To tag along, and sing songs
In her mom’s car,
And bark at the bustling city walkers
On windy sidewalks.
One day,
I will go to lay my head on my pillow,
And no wiggly warm lump will plop in the
Crevice of my bent legs,
Dreaming dreams of treat begging,
And taking walks at sunset.
Yes, one day I will lose you
But I will bravely hold that burden,
If it means,
That you’ll never lose me.
Until the day you must go,
I’ll spoil you in every way,
And love you endlessly,
And protect your tiny, padded feet
From hot pavements and salty streets
And keep your smiles and tail wags
In tip top shape.
Until the day you must go,
I’ll cherish the minutes and seconds,
And the second thoughts of why-nots
When we take risks and cross bridges,
Together as doggy and mom.
I’ll strengthen the bond,
Until my hands tire,
The same hands that belly rub
And hold water for your panting tongue,
And grip your leash when we run.
You’ll never know the sadness
Of my leave,
Or grieve at my wooden box,
Or wonder if you’ve heard my last step in the hallway,
While you lay alone.
No,
That is my fate to bare,
And I will be there,
The day you must go,
And I will feel the stab of sad and the long-lasting sting of goodbye,
But I will bravely hold that burden
Til the day it comes true,
If it means that you’ll never have to.

Freed me from scheme
not by their alleged surfacing collusion
sunlight and violet grapes atop the old piano with florals shining
windows uncovered
Wide smile I’m unbothered

It was a normal party
three eighth obscured at noon
Second hand antique luxury of the anteriorly badass queens
ruling their badlands in rosemary crowns equivalent twins
Music loud Subterranean witchcraft
swaying between the prototype and old shaft
Legends last forever

at the finale of the ridgy pathway that’s meandering in waves

ivory necklace unobtainable by bare slightly exuberant hands

But straight up feral imagination no civilian could afford
You just have to be alone
to create art for real
You must have faith in artistic spirits roaming the soarable tunnels
all the monsters from underneath your bed
They’ve happened before
You used to breathe prior
Now you’re reborn and haunting two zones

i should just contain myself and focus on my mesmerizing nowness
Which I described badly in two novels
Not perceiving the veiled pleasure of longness
I call
ad fontes
My font is great vibes my worksheet is the oldest
taken and patented I have legacy not ominous
No fog as an aura following the unlucky and rejoice that they holler

I love you hard
I crave my statue of granite but white
Flawless here not yet existing in preview thoughts
ride along 405 extant in moss
That’s how many concepts I carry
but Before I move on

remember to reach

  once years start to pass
I’ll be both places at once.