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"sierra" poems

Ayun,dalawang buwan na din pala ang lumipas. Pero parang taon na ang ating pinagsamahan. Yung mga usapan na minsan pareho din natin di inasahan pero yun din ang hantungan kaya masaya din na napagpaplanuhan. Mga pangarap na sa balang araw ay bibigyan natin ng katuparan. Kaya sa ngayon ang sakripisyo nang pagkakahiwalay ay abay nating nilalabanan. Ilang milya man ang ating agwat at Sierra Madre man ay nasa gitna ng ating daan hinding hindi naman natin nakakalimutan ang isat isa sa araw araw na nagdaan. Ang mundo ko ngayon ay napapalibutan ng palayan at mga simpleng mamayan ikaw naman ay nakikipagpatentero sa ka Maynilaan. Pero alam natin na darating araw na sabay nating pagsasaluhan ang agahan na aking pinagsikapan. Aaminin ko na may oras na gusto kitang kapiling upang hagkan lalo na kapag sa trabaho moy nahihirapan pero ganito talaga ang buhay aking mahal sadyang kelangan natin magtiis lumaban at magtulungan. At Sa pagsapit ng araw na tayo ay iisa na at si sinag at tala ay naglalaro na sana kasama natin sila at alala ng kanilang pagkabata. Dalawang buwan ay lumipas na at alam ko na mas mamahalin pa kita sa bawat araw buwan at taon na darating pa. Kahit pa ayaw mo kumain ng ampalaya at okra ihihiwalay ko pag ang ulam ay pakbet akin ang lahat ng tira.

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Feb 21, 2016

Feb 21, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC

Dalawang Buwan.

Ayun,dalawang buwan na din pala ang lumipas. Pero parang taon na ang ating pinagsamahan. Yung mga usapan na minsan pareho din natin di inasahan pero yun din ang hantungan kaya masaya din na napagpaplanuhan. Mga pangarap na sa balang araw ay bibigyan natin ng katuparan. Kaya sa ngayon ang sakripisyo nang pagkakahiwalay ay abay nating nilalabanan. Ilang milya man ang ating agwat at Sierra Madre man ay nasa gitna ng ating daan hinding hindi naman natin nakakalimutan ang isat isa sa araw araw na nagdaan. Ang mundo ko ngayon ay napapalibutan ng palayan at mga simpleng mamayan ikaw naman ay nakikipagpatentero sa ka Maynilaan. Pero alam natin na darating araw na sabay nating pagsasaluhan ang agahan na aking pinagsikapan. Aaminin ko na may oras na gusto kitang kapiling upang hagkan lalo na kapag sa trabaho moy nahihirapan pero ganito talaga ang buhay aking mahal sadyang kelangan natin magtiis lumaban at magtulungan. At Sa pagsapit ng araw na tayo ay iisa na at si sinag at tala ay naglalaro na sana kasama natin sila at alala ng kanilang pagkabata. Dalawang buwan ay lumipas na at alam ko na mas mamahalin pa kita sa bawat araw buwan at taon na darating pa. Kahit pa ayaw mo kumain ng ampalaya at okra ihihiwalay ko pag ang ulam ay pakbet akin ang lahat ng tira.

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Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is Vanda Station. We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind. If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station. Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions. November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station. Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island. For the next few hours There was no word worst feared not heard The radio crackled through the night In the un natural sound of SSB All crew up drinking coffee and tea with the midnight sun Glued to the HF single sideband November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is mac centre mac centre howcopy November zulu niner zero one This is vanda station vanda station five four zero zero Relay relay mac centre mac centre Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Relay relay mac centre Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen howcopy All through the night Over and over Hour after hour The same message Until that fateful call Feared by all Mac centre mac centre This is navy three two one wreckage sighting wreckage sighting howcopy mac centre navy three one niner Longitude One six sefen Two sefen echo Latitude Sefen six Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre mac centre This is Navy three two one Correction Correction I say again latitude I say again Latitude Sefen sefen Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre Navy three two one Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors Howcopy So it was then, That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship by not relying on one thing alone. was repeated in similar fate by a latitude error in the crash site location message from the search aircraft XD01-48321 that found a terrible sight that the sun stayed up on late on a truly awful night when 257 souls met their fate. ©GARY LEWIS.2009

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Oct 8, 2013

Oct 8, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC

Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is Vanda Station. We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind. If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station. Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions. November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station. Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island. For the next few hours There was no word worst feared not heard The radio crackled through the night In the un natural sound of SSB All crew up drinking coffee and tea with the midnight sun Glued to the HF single sideband November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is mac centre mac centre howcopy November zulu niner zero one This is vanda station vanda station five four zero zero Relay relay mac centre mac centre Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Relay relay mac centre Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen howcopy All through the night Over and over Hour after hour The same message Until that fateful call Feared by all Mac centre mac centre This is navy three two one wreckage sighting wreckage sighting howcopy mac centre navy three one niner Longitude One six sefen Two sefen echo Latitude Sefen six Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre mac centre This is Navy three two one Correction Correction I say again latitude I say again Latitude Sefen sefen Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre Navy three two one Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors Howcopy So it was then, That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship by not relying on one thing alone. was repeated in similar fate by a latitude error in the crash site location message from the search aircraft XD01-48321 that found a terrible sight that the sun stayed up on late on a truly awful night when 257 souls met their fate. ©GARY LEWIS.2009

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Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is Vanda Station. We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind. If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station. Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions. November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station. Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island. For the next few hours There was no word worst feared not heard The radio crackled through the night In the un natural sound of SSB All crew up drinking coffee and tea with the midnight sun Glued to the HF single sideband November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is mac centre mac centre howcopy November zulu niner zero one This is vanda station vanda station five four zero zero Relay relay mac centre mac centre Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Relay relay mac centre Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen howcopy All through the night Over and over Hour after hour The same message Until that fateful call Feared by all Mac centre mac centre This is navy three two one wreckage sighting wreckage sighting howcopy mac centre navy three one niner Longitude One six sefen Two sefen echo Latitude Sefen six Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre mac centre This is Navy three two one Correction Correction I say again latitude I say again Latitude Sefen sefen Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre Navy three two one Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors Howcopy So it was then, That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship by not relying on one thing alone. was repeated in similar fate by a latitude error in the crash site location message from the search aircraft XD01-48321 that found a terrible sight that the sun stayed up on late on a truly awful night when 257 souls met their fate. ©GARY LEWIS.2009

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Oct 8, 2013

Oct 8, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC

Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is Vanda Station. We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind. If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station. Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions. November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station. Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island. For the next few hours There was no word worst feared not heard The radio crackled through the night In the un natural sound of SSB All crew up drinking coffee and tea with the midnight sun Glued to the HF single sideband November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is mac centre mac centre howcopy November zulu niner zero one This is vanda station vanda station five four zero zero Relay relay mac centre mac centre Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Relay relay mac centre Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen howcopy All through the night Over and over Hour after hour The same message Until that fateful call Feared by all Mac centre mac centre This is navy three two one wreckage sighting wreckage sighting howcopy mac centre navy three one niner Longitude One six sefen Two sefen echo Latitude Sefen six Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre mac centre This is Navy three two one Correction Correction I say again latitude I say again Latitude Sefen sefen Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre Navy three two one Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors Howcopy So it was then, That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship by not relying on one thing alone. was repeated in similar fate by a latitude error in the crash site location message from the search aircraft XD01-48321 that found a terrible sight that the sun stayed up on late on a truly awful night when 257 souls met their fate. ©GARY LEWIS.2009

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THERE is a wolf in me ... fangs pointed for tearing gashes ... a red tongue for raw meat ... and the hot lapping of blood-I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go. There is a fox in me ... a silver-gray fox ... I sniff and guess ... I pick things out of the wind and air ... I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers ... I circle and loop and double-cross. There is a hog in me ... a snout and a belly ... a machinery for eating and grunting ... a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun-I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go. There is a fish in me ... I know I came from saltblue water-gates ... I scurried with shoals of herring ... I blew waterspouts with porpoises ... before land was ... before the water went down ... before Noah ... before the first chapter of Genesis. There is a baboon in me ... clambering-clawed ... dog-faced ... yawping a galoot's hunger ... hairy under the armpits ... here are the hawk-eyed hankering men ... here are the blond and blue-eyed women ... here they hide curled asleep waiting ... ready to snarl and **** ... ready to sing and give milk ... waiting-I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so. There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird ... and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want ... and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes-And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness. O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart-and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where-For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and **** and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

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THERE is a wolf in me ... fangs pointed for tearing gashes ... a red tongue for raw meat ... and the hot lapping of blood-I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go. There is a fox in me ... a silver-gray fox ... I sniff and guess ... I pick things out of the wind and air ... I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers ... I circle and loop and double-cross. There is a hog in me ... a snout and a belly ... a machinery for eating and grunting ... a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun-I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go. There is a fish in me ... I know I came from saltblue water-gates ... I scurried with shoals of herring ... I blew waterspouts with porpoises ... before land was ... before the water went down ... before Noah ... before the first chapter of Genesis. There is a baboon in me ... clambering-clawed ... dog-faced ... yawping a galoot's hunger ... hairy under the armpits ... here are the hawk-eyed hankering men ... here are the blond and blue-eyed women ... here they hide curled asleep waiting ... ready to snarl and **** ... ready to sing and give milk ... waiting-I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so. There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird ... and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want ... and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes-And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness. O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart-and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where-For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and **** and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

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Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In the starlight as we wove us in a web of silk and steel Immemorial as the marble in the halls of Boabdil, In the pleasuance of the roses with the fountains and the yews Where the snowy Sierra soothed us with the breezes and the dews! In the starlight as we trembled from a laugh to a caress, And the God came warm upon us in our pagan allegresse. Was the Baile de la Bona too seductive? Did you feel Through the silence and the softness all the tension of the steel? For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns, And the midnight came upon us worth a million crazy morns. Ah! my Gipsy, my Gitana, my Saliya! were you fain For the dance to turn to earnest? - O the sunny land of Spain! My Gitana, my Saliya! more delicious than a dove! With your hair aflame with roses and your lips alight with love! Shall I see you, shall I kiss you once again? I wander far From the sunny land of summer to the icy Polar Star. I shall find you, I shall have you! I am coming back again From the filth and fog to seek you in the sunny land of Spain. I shall find you, my Gitana, my Saliya! as of old With your hair aflame with roses and your body gay with gold. I shall find you, I shall have you, in the summer and the south With our passion in your body and our love upon your mouth - With our wonder and our worship be the world aflame anew! My Gitana, my Saliya! I am coming back to you!

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Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In the starlight as we wove us in a web of silk and steel Immemorial as the marble in the halls of Boabdil, In the pleasuance of the roses with the fountains and the yews Where the snowy Sierra soothed us with the breezes and the dews! In the starlight as we trembled from a laugh to a caress, And the God came warm upon us in our pagan allegresse. Was the Baile de la Bona too seductive? Did you feel Through the silence and the softness all the tension of the steel? For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns, And the midnight came upon us worth a million crazy morns. Ah! my Gipsy, my Gitana, my Saliya! were you fain For the dance to turn to earnest? - O the sunny land of Spain! My Gitana, my Saliya! more delicious than a dove! With your hair aflame with roses and your lips alight with love! Shall I see you, shall I kiss you once again? I wander far From the sunny land of summer to the icy Polar Star. I shall find you, I shall have you! I am coming back again From the filth and fog to seek you in the sunny land of Spain. I shall find you, my Gitana, my Saliya! as of old With your hair aflame with roses and your body gay with gold. I shall find you, I shall have you, in the summer and the south With our passion in your body and our love upon your mouth - With our wonder and our worship be the world aflame anew! My Gitana, my Saliya! I am coming back to you!

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Magnesium strip brighter than a diamond Sierra Leon blood Stings like an eye-pin, lobotomy, JFK's sister, but this is not democracy, Vatican city, oppression and atrocity Iran, What a theocracy, Brainwash religion, for the jihad, and crusades, Rawanda Armenian, genocides, aids, killing a minority, might gives authority, but the greatest tragedy, is the world wide apathy.

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Aug 7, 2013

Aug 7, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC

Magnesium strip brighter than a diamond Sierra Leon blood Stings like an eye-pin, lobotomy, JFK's sister, but this is not democracy, Vatican city, oppression and atrocity Iran, What a theocracy, Brainwash religion, for the jihad, and crusades, Rawanda Armenian, genocides, aids, killing a minority, might gives authority, but the greatest tragedy, is the world wide apathy.

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Dry land, quiet land of night's immensity. (Wind in the olive groves, wind in the Sierra.) Ancient land of oil lamps and grief. Land of deep cisterns. Land of death without eyes and arrows. (Wind on the roads. Breeze in the poplar groves.) Village Upon a barren hill, a Calvary. Clear water and century-old olive trees. In the narrow streets, men hidden under cloaks, and on the towers the spinning vanes. Forever spinning. Oh, village lost in the Andalucia of tears! Dagger The dagger enters the haert the way plowshares turn over the wasteland. No. Do not cut into me. No. Like a ray of sun, the dagger ignites terrible hollows. No. Do not cut into me. No. Crossroads East wind, a street lamp and a dagger in the heart. The street quivers like tightly pulled string, like a huge, buzzing horsefly. Everywhere, I see a dagger in the heart. Ay! The cry leaves shadows of cypress upon the wind. (Leave me here, in this field, weeping.) The whole world's broken. Only silence remains. (Leave me here, in this field, weeping). The darkened horizon's bitten by bonfires. (I've told you already to leave me here, in this field, weeping.) Surprise He lay dead in the street wit ha dagger in his chest. Nobody knew who he was. How the streep lamp flickered! Mother of god, how the street lamp faintly flickered! It was dawn. Nobody could look up, wide-eyed, into the glare. And he lay dead in the street with a dagger in his chest, and nobody knew who he was. Soleá Wearing black mantillas, she thinks the world is tiny and the heart immense. Wearing black mantillas. She thinks that tender sighs and cries disappear into currents of wind. Wearing black mantillas. The door was left open, and at dawn the entire sky emptied onto her balcony. Ay, yayayayay, wearing black mantillas. Cave From the cave come endless sobbings. (Purple over red.) The gypsy calls forth the distance. (Tall towers and mysterious men.) In an unsteady voice his eyes wander. (Black over red.) And the white-washed cave trembled in gold. (White over red.) Encounter For you and I aren't ready to find each other. You... as you well know. I loved her so much! Follow the narrowest path. I have holes in my hands from the nails. Can't you see how I'm bleeding to death? Don't look back, go slowly, and pray as I do to San Cayetano for you and I aren't ready to find each other. Dawn Bells of Cordoba in the early morning. Bells of Granada at dawn. You are felt by all the girls who weep to the tender, weeping Solea. The girls of upper Andalucia, and of lower. You girls of Spain, with tiny feet and trembling skirts, who've filled the crossroads with crosses. Oh, bells of Cordoba in the early morning, and, oh, the bells of Granada at dawn!

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Federico García Lorca

Poem of the Soleá

Dry land, quiet land of night's immensity. (Wind in the olive groves, wind in the Sierra.) Ancient land of oil lamps and grief. Land of deep cisterns. Land of death without eyes and arrows. (Wind on the roads. Breeze in the poplar groves.) Village Upon a barren hill, a Calvary. Clear water and century-old olive trees. In the narrow streets, men hidden under cloaks, and on the towers the spinning vanes. Forever spinning. Oh, village lost in the Andalucia of tears! Dagger The dagger enters the haert the way plowshares turn over the wasteland. No. Do not cut into me. No. Like a ray of sun, the dagger ignites terrible hollows. No. Do not cut into me. No. Crossroads East wind, a street lamp and a dagger in the heart. The street quivers like tightly pulled string, like a huge, buzzing horsefly. Everywhere, I see a dagger in the heart. Ay! The cry leaves shadows of cypress upon the wind. (Leave me here, in this field, weeping.) The whole world's broken. Only silence remains. (Leave me here, in this field, weeping). The darkened horizon's bitten by bonfires. (I've told you already to leave me here, in this field, weeping.) Surprise He lay dead in the street wit ha dagger in his chest. Nobody knew who he was. How the streep lamp flickered! Mother of god, how the street lamp faintly flickered! It was dawn. Nobody could look up, wide-eyed, into the glare. And he lay dead in the street with a dagger in his chest, and nobody knew who he was. Soleá Wearing black mantillas, she thinks the world is tiny and the heart immense. Wearing black mantillas. She thinks that tender sighs and cries disappear into currents of wind. Wearing black mantillas. The door was left open, and at dawn the entire sky emptied onto her balcony. Ay, yayayayay, wearing black mantillas. Cave From the cave come endless sobbings. (Purple over red.) The gypsy calls forth the distance. (Tall towers and mysterious men.) In an unsteady voice his eyes wander. (Black over red.) And the white-washed cave trembled in gold. (White over red.) Encounter For you and I aren't ready to find each other. You... as you well know. I loved her so much! Follow the narrowest path. I have holes in my hands from the nails. Can't you see how I'm bleeding to death? Don't look back, go slowly, and pray as I do to San Cayetano for you and I aren't ready to find each other. Dawn Bells of Cordoba in the early morning. Bells of Granada at dawn. You are felt by all the girls who weep to the tender, weeping Solea. The girls of upper Andalucia, and of lower. You girls of Spain, with tiny feet and trembling skirts, who've filled the crossroads with crosses. Oh, bells of Cordoba in the early morning, and, oh, the bells of Granada at dawn!

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Ngayong araw ako'y siyang naatasan Na ipakilala ang ating kaybigan Mahirap sabihin, ang inyo nang alam Kaylangang galing nya'y bigyang katarungan Sikat sadya itong ating kaibigan Pang-showbiz ang dating, pinagkakagul'han Pagkat nang magsabog d’yos ng kagwapuhan Tabo lang dala ko, sa kanya'y "orocan" Ngunit bahagi lang 'yon ng katangian Kung bakit sya'y tunay na hinahangaan Talino at t’yaga ang kanyang puhunan Sa pag-aaral ng buhay, kalikasan Sya'y taong tunay ang angking kabaitan Na dama ng tao, hayop at halaman Sa dami ng kanyang lathalaing-agham Sierra Madre'y nginig, kapag nagtimbangan Palaka, butiki, ahas at butaan Nang dahil sa kanya'y lalong natutunan Lumaki't lumawak ating kaalaman Kung kaya't umani laksang karangalan Alam kong sa bawat uri ng palaka O ibang buhay na sa mundo'y mawala Kasama natin s’yang lungkot na luluha Pagkat magkaugnay ang lahat sa lupa Dedikasyon niya ay dapat tularan Ipakilala s’ya'y isang karangalan Si Arvin Diesmos po, Syentistang huwaran Samahan n'yo akong siya'y palakpakan!

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC

Pagpapakilala Kay Doc Arvin

Ngayong araw ako'y siyang naatasan Na ipakilala ang ating kaybigan Mahirap sabihin, ang inyo nang alam Kaylangang galing nya'y bigyang katarungan Sikat sadya itong ating kaibigan Pang-showbiz ang dating, pinagkakagul'han Pagkat nang magsabog d’yos ng kagwapuhan Tabo lang dala ko, sa kanya'y "orocan" Ngunit bahagi lang 'yon ng katangian Kung bakit sya'y tunay na hinahangaan Talino at t’yaga ang kanyang puhunan Sa pag-aaral ng buhay, kalikasan Sya'y taong tunay ang angking kabaitan Na dama ng tao, hayop at halaman Sa dami ng kanyang lathalaing-agham Sierra Madre'y nginig, kapag nagtimbangan Palaka, butiki, ahas at butaan Nang dahil sa kanya'y lalong natutunan Lumaki't lumawak ating kaalaman Kung kaya't umani laksang karangalan Alam kong sa bawat uri ng palaka O ibang buhay na sa mundo'y mawala Kasama natin s’yang lungkot na luluha Pagkat magkaugnay ang lahat sa lupa Dedikasyon niya ay dapat tularan Ipakilala s’ya'y isang karangalan Si Arvin Diesmos po, Syentistang huwaran Samahan n'yo akong siya'y palakpakan!

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Adorning a lover's finger, Gracing necks of the rich Illuminating in the dark, but stained with innocent blood Young hands toiling in mines of Sierra Leone to upscale stores, Where entrance she's denied. Such beauty they hold, Sparkling, aren't they? A measure of worth, And status upon the wealthy. Extracted with blood stained, trembling fingers for the pleasure of who, still remains a mystery to me. Dear Us Their blood is crying for us, The land that soaks up their blood welcomes infertility, are we really born with the mark of Cain? Graves upon graves, Mutilated legs and hands, A rifle in the hands of a 12-year old boy plucked from his haven to a war he does not understand, Bid peace farewell Diamonds Don't Shine In Africa

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Aug 6, 2014

Aug 6, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC

Diamonds From Sierra Leone

Adorning a lover's finger, Gracing necks of the rich Illuminating in the dark, but stained with innocent blood Young hands toiling in mines of Sierra Leone to upscale stores, Where entrance she's denied. Such beauty they hold, Sparkling, aren't they? A measure of worth, And status upon the wealthy. Extracted with blood stained, trembling fingers for the pleasure of who, still remains a mystery to me. Dear Us Their blood is crying for us, The land that soaks up their blood welcomes infertility, are we really born with the mark of Cain? Graves upon graves, Mutilated legs and hands, A rifle in the hands of a 12-year old boy plucked from his haven to a war he does not understand, Bid peace farewell Diamonds Don't Shine In Africa

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Words tattooed her thighs. Chocolate hair fell in her eyes. Muscle queen stomped gymnastick, round silver poles. She was no stripper, but an athlete for tips and hand shakes and bills in her cracking her face, *her face must be cracking* to ass-grabbing lions, prowling LA's city sierra bored. I couldn't imagine Queen Courtney crying. But upside down, floating disco lights exposed pursed face shows. She girated sex-lined hips for tips, not ego. Splits and tricks choking chuckling girls saluting her routine, tossing one's, wishing they were ten 0's. She looked magnificant. I asked her if she was a gymnast. She said something like that, eyes fixed on the sleek floor, strong arms chilled by the cold — men with thick wallets and no home. So I gave her my coat.

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Oct 18, 2014

Oct 18, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC

courtney-pruitt

Muscle Queen Courtney

Words tattooed her thighs. Chocolate hair fell in her eyes. Muscle queen stomped gymnastick, round silver poles. She was no stripper, but an athlete for tips and hand shakes and bills in her cracking her face, *her face must be cracking* to ass-grabbing lions, prowling LA's city sierra bored. I couldn't imagine Queen Courtney crying. But upside down, floating disco lights exposed pursed face shows. She girated sex-lined hips for tips, not ego. Splits and tricks choking chuckling girls saluting her routine, tossing one's, wishing they were ten 0's. She looked magnificant. I asked her if she was a gymnast. She said something like that, eyes fixed on the sleek floor, strong arms chilled by the cold — men with thick wallets and no home. So I gave her my coat.

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One gorgeous Spring day we gathered on my deck, a few friends and I, to sing and play some beautiful music loved by us all. My home, on a remote ridge top of the Sierra mountains, offered a panoramic view. Not a single house could be seen-- only the vast forest surrounded us. We accompanied our voices with two guitars, a flute, and a small harp. As we sang, the air grew still, and the tall, fragrant pines encircling the house seemed to lean in, listening. After awhile we paused, to savor in silence the sublime feeling created by the music. The harpist stood her harp on the table. Just then, a gentle breeze came up and the harp began to sing as the wind's fingers caressed the strings, enchanting us all with a heavenly music unlike anything we had ever heard. Would that my heart were as that harp, responsive to Your lightest touch-- singing endlessly of love.

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Feb 4, 2012

Feb 4, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC

michael-s-simpson

One gorgeous Spring day we gathered on my deck, a few friends and I, to sing and play some beautiful music loved by us all. My home, on a remote ridge top of the Sierra mountains, offered a panoramic view. Not a single house could be seen-- only the vast forest surrounded us. We accompanied our voices with two guitars, a flute, and a small harp. As we sang, the air grew still, and the tall, fragrant pines encircling the house seemed to lean in, listening. After awhile we paused, to savor in silence the sublime feeling created by the music. The harpist stood her harp on the table. Just then, a gentle breeze came up and the harp began to sing as the wind's fingers caressed the strings, enchanting us all with a heavenly music unlike anything we had ever heard. Would that my heart were as that harp, responsive to Your lightest touch-- singing endlessly of love.

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Algeria a rich land poor people, Angola seems to have kings, Benin is blessed with voodoo, Botswana blood bulls diamonds, Burkina Faso can't cope coups, Burundi twelve years a slave, Cape Verde has half a million, Cameroon got cocoa, Chad's lake is shrinking, Comoros has under a million, DRC is third largest, Congo is it's neighbour with capitals facing, Côte d'Ivoire has few elephants, Djibouti's on the horn, Egypt has mummy's, Equatorial guinea struck oil in 95 but didn't loose change, Eritrea has 5000 running annually, Ethiopia's great rift is pretty ****** Gabon is subject to black gold, Gambia got a peace of it after 65, Great Ghana oasis of peace, Guinea is diverse, Bissau too, Kenyans have beautiful smiles, Lesotho is SA's baby, Liberia oldest republic, Libya needs liberty, Madagascar where are the penguins! Malawi has warm hearts, Mali is 8th, Mauritania is 11th, Mauritius marvel, Morocco fine leather, Mozambique keeps the dugongs, Namibia Windhoek ah, Niger after a river, Nigeria makes zuma rock, Rwanda listen, Sao tome and principe 2nd smallest, Senegoals, She sells Seychelles, Sierra Leone free? Somalia loose, S. Africa reign, South Sudan independent? Sudan - black, Swaziland more than solo men, Tanzania trade, Togo up down, Two knees yeah, Uganda teacher come simeon, Zambia's peace? Zimbabwe got rid of Mugabe. Always thought zed was co.za but we're actually co.zm, so what's zim? One way we'll loose change is when the overseers begin to acknowledge the under looked. -nyanta

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC

Algeria a rich land poor people, Angola seems to have kings, Benin is blessed with voodoo, Botswana blood bulls diamonds, Burkina Faso can't cope coups, Burundi twelve years a slave, Cape Verde has half a million, Cameroon got cocoa, Chad's lake is shrinking, Comoros has under a million, DRC is third largest, Congo is it's neighbour with capitals facing, Côte d'Ivoire has few elephants, Djibouti's on the horn, Egypt has mummy's, Equatorial guinea struck oil in 95 but didn't loose change, Eritrea has 5000 running annually, Ethiopia's great rift is pretty ****** Gabon is subject to black gold, Gambia got a peace of it after 65, Great Ghana oasis of peace, Guinea is diverse, Bissau too, Kenyans have beautiful smiles, Lesotho is SA's baby, Liberia oldest republic, Libya needs liberty, Madagascar where are the penguins! Malawi has warm hearts, Mali is 8th, Mauritania is 11th, Mauritius marvel, Morocco fine leather, Mozambique keeps the dugongs, Namibia Windhoek ah, Niger after a river, Nigeria makes zuma rock, Rwanda listen, Sao tome and principe 2nd smallest, Senegoals, She sells Seychelles, Sierra Leone free? Somalia loose, S. Africa reign, South Sudan independent? Sudan - black, Swaziland more than solo men, Tanzania trade, Togo up down, Two knees yeah, Uganda teacher come simeon, Zambia's peace? Zimbabwe got rid of Mugabe. Always thought zed was co.za but we're actually co.zm, so what's zim? One way we'll loose change is when the overseers begin to acknowledge the under looked. -nyanta

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Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa What's in Africa? What's there to see? I asked myself on the New Year's eve I thought that I was good in geography But I didn't know Lagos or Nairobi I might be ignorant, I have to admit About Africa I knew just a little bit The great Sahara - sands of mystery! The Nile river - so much history! Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Namibia, Nigeria, Niger, Angola, Algeria Burundi, Benin and Libya, Lesotho and Liberia Burkina-Faso, Botswana, Guinea-Bissau, Ghana Djibouti, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Uganda, Rwanda, Gambia I saw a film on Serengeti Park A one of a kind, a must-see landmark I watched a documentary on pyramids of Giza They're much much older than Mona Lisa I heard that oldest coffee plants Take their roots in Ethiopia's land And that samba, rumba, funk and jazz Take their beats from African drums Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa Cameroon and Congo, Malawi, Mali, Morocco Côte d'Ivoire and Kenya, Mauritius, Mauritania Tunisia, Tanzania, Eswatini, Eritrea Sudan, Senegal, Somalia, Sierra Leone, South Sudan You can travel around cities of Africa Like Cape Town, Cairo or Casablanca If you're in love or plan to be Go to Zanzibar, feel that ocean breeze! Climb up mount Kilimanjaro Watch the zebras cross the Masai Mara If you're adventurous, you're a dreamer Take a wild trip down Zambezi river Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Comoros, Chad, Cabo Verde, Democratic Republic of Congo Ethiopia, Egypt, Guinea, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea and Togo Madagascar, Mozambique, Central African Republic Sao Tome and Principe, South Africa and Seychelles Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland, I'm on my way to Africa!

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May 3, 2022

May 3, 2022 at 7:33 PM UTC

Africa is Beautiful

Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa What's in Africa? What's there to see? I asked myself on the New Year's eve I thought that I was good in geography But I didn't know Lagos or Nairobi I might be ignorant, I have to admit About Africa I knew just a little bit The great Sahara - sands of mystery! The Nile river - so much history! Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Namibia, Nigeria, Niger, Angola, Algeria Burundi, Benin and Libya, Lesotho and Liberia Burkina-Faso, Botswana, Guinea-Bissau, Ghana Djibouti, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Uganda, Rwanda, Gambia I saw a film on Serengeti Park A one of a kind, a must-see landmark I watched a documentary on pyramids of Giza They're much much older than Mona Lisa I heard that oldest coffee plants Take their roots in Ethiopia's land And that samba, rumba, funk and jazz Take their beats from African drums Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa Cameroon and Congo, Malawi, Mali, Morocco Côte d'Ivoire and Kenya, Mauritius, Mauritania Tunisia, Tanzania, Eswatini, Eritrea Sudan, Senegal, Somalia, Sierra Leone, South Sudan You can travel around cities of Africa Like Cape Town, Cairo or Casablanca If you're in love or plan to be Go to Zanzibar, feel that ocean breeze! Climb up mount Kilimanjaro Watch the zebras cross the Masai Mara If you're adventurous, you're a dreamer Take a wild trip down Zambezi river Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Comoros, Chad, Cabo Verde, Democratic Republic of Congo Ethiopia, Egypt, Guinea, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea and Togo Madagascar, Mozambique, Central African Republic Sao Tome and Principe, South Africa and Seychelles Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland, I'm on my way to Africa!

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Disclaimer: I don't own the song "Little Do You Know" by Alex and Sierra. All rights go to them for this poem. I simply used their song and changed up some of the words because this song is special to me and the person this poem is about. (If you haven't heard this song I highly recommend btw). Little do you know how much you truly mean to me Little do you know I'm so attached to our memories. Little do you know I feel my heart break piece by piece Little do you know I Can't stand saying goodbye. Underneath it all, I've learned how to hide the ache inside I've been counting down the days until you're by my side I've loved you for so long but these feelings are so hard to hide Little do you know I Can't stand saying goodbye. I'll wait, I'll wait I'll love you even if it leads to pain I'll wait Just promise me you'll never change I'll wait I promise we can stay the same So let me hold you tight. Little do you know you're my last thought before I fall asleep Little do you know your smile is my favorite sight to see Little do you know my time with you is so bittersweet Little do you know I I've loved you for all this time. Just wait, oh wait I love you and I'm not afraid Just wait As long as you can let me stay Everything will be all right. I'll wait, I'll wait I'll love you even if it leads to pain I'll wait Just promise me you'll never change Just wait I promise we can stay the same So let me hold you tight. All will be all right. As long as you stay my light. Cause little do you know I I've loved you for all this time. https://genius.com/Alex-and-sierra-little-do-you-know-lyrics

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Dec 1, 2017

Dec 1, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC

Little Do You Know

Disclaimer: I don't own the song "Little Do You Know" by Alex and Sierra. All rights go to them for this poem. I simply used their song and changed up some of the words because this song is special to me and the person this poem is about. (If you haven't heard this song I highly recommend btw). Little do you know how much you truly mean to me Little do you know I'm so attached to our memories. Little do you know I feel my heart break piece by piece Little do you know I Can't stand saying goodbye. Underneath it all, I've learned how to hide the ache inside I've been counting down the days until you're by my side I've loved you for so long but these feelings are so hard to hide Little do you know I Can't stand saying goodbye. I'll wait, I'll wait I'll love you even if it leads to pain I'll wait Just promise me you'll never change I'll wait I promise we can stay the same So let me hold you tight. Little do you know you're my last thought before I fall asleep Little do you know your smile is my favorite sight to see Little do you know my time with you is so bittersweet Little do you know I I've loved you for all this time. Just wait, oh wait I love you and I'm not afraid Just wait As long as you can let me stay Everything will be all right. I'll wait, I'll wait I'll love you even if it leads to pain I'll wait Just promise me you'll never change Just wait I promise we can stay the same So let me hold you tight. All will be all right. As long as you stay my light. Cause little do you know I I've loved you for all this time. https://genius.com/Alex-and-sierra-little-do-you-know-lyrics

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The air is burly trees harvest soldiers on the line combines, threads, manure, life-- A whole world lost amidst the flats Saplings are the next season's Almonds, Apples, Dates, Waiting for food shelves and stockrooms packed in banana boxes and given a place They will find the plates of capitol city dwellers They will be engorged far away from their origins The Sierra-- oh the great plutonic mass They are grey from age, peppered with white whiskers of snow They are asking to be known as the interior Pilgrims who traveled over their spines, seeking these fertile swampland Now airstrips and dirigibles The edges of clouds on the valley, the deserts and the mountains like folds of a book they crackle in the sun and the skin of the earth shrinks in its gaze Migratory birds dance in the fields, the lowly clang of bell Bleached american flags tell us this is the land The land of things and endless breadth This is only California, but the majesty of it a gem valley encased by the rocks, in silicates A roaming place for cows, wanderers, farmers, dreams Where the only edge of things is the mountains, saying -Climb me, surmount me, lay me under your deeds-

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC

The air is burly trees harvest soldiers on the line combines, threads, manure, life-- A whole world lost amidst the flats Saplings are the next season's Almonds, Apples, Dates, Waiting for food shelves and stockrooms packed in banana boxes and given a place They will find the plates of capitol city dwellers They will be engorged far away from their origins The Sierra-- oh the great plutonic mass They are grey from age, peppered with white whiskers of snow They are asking to be known as the interior Pilgrims who traveled over their spines, seeking these fertile swampland Now airstrips and dirigibles The edges of clouds on the valley, the deserts and the mountains like folds of a book they crackle in the sun and the skin of the earth shrinks in its gaze Migratory birds dance in the fields, the lowly clang of bell Bleached american flags tell us this is the land The land of things and endless breadth This is only California, but the majesty of it a gem valley encased by the rocks, in silicates A roaming place for cows, wanderers, farmers, dreams Where the only edge of things is the mountains, saying -Climb me, surmount me, lay me under your deeds-

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spread-eagle at the summit facing endless gusts of sandy billows, mountain-backed vitruvian man, i flail frustration at the outer drips against, again in toes forget the boots the pack the bearbag full of snacks the nylon thunder night-fret flash of demon forking shamefaced fear in throat of shaken chest or weakness soaking downy thermarest-- underfed it seemed so clear! with only distant puffs within the blue so here i lay despite the warnings hitherto-- the stakes have ripped electric by the sky or sudden wind as corners rock and threaten rolling off into the gale--i sweat to add a static vision sailing back alone, a teardrop tent against the lightning caverns of the clouds a skeleton of light suspended in the strike, a sierra sign designedly godlike, zapped nocturnal whisk i am in awe now fearful grateful mythos-understood of human imagination's pawn still prone with whining seams the poles still hold within the whipping whites so loud to tug my heels against the flying fabric portal damp enstormed insomniac to will the stony sand there once again to sleep perhaps another dozen in before the morning knuckles pound the staff from off this mountaintop

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Aug 2, 2012

Aug 2, 2012 at 5:59 PM UTC

disembodied meaning (camping on a mountain top)

spread-eagle at the summit facing endless gusts of sandy billows, mountain-backed vitruvian man, i flail frustration at the outer drips against, again in toes forget the boots the pack the bearbag full of snacks the nylon thunder night-fret flash of demon forking shamefaced fear in throat of shaken chest or weakness soaking downy thermarest-- underfed it seemed so clear! with only distant puffs within the blue so here i lay despite the warnings hitherto-- the stakes have ripped electric by the sky or sudden wind as corners rock and threaten rolling off into the gale--i sweat to add a static vision sailing back alone, a teardrop tent against the lightning caverns of the clouds a skeleton of light suspended in the strike, a sierra sign designedly godlike, zapped nocturnal whisk i am in awe now fearful grateful mythos-understood of human imagination's pawn still prone with whining seams the poles still hold within the whipping whites so loud to tug my heels against the flying fabric portal damp enstormed insomniac to will the stony sand there once again to sleep perhaps another dozen in before the morning knuckles pound the staff from off this mountaintop

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Wife-beater, drum player blower of holy pan-pipes Plumed, bejeweled in ****** plastic Inca priest, mestizo beast multi-kulti prophet (who chooses to live in the USA) where liberals kow-tow while you show them how to adulate indigenous crypto misogynous eager to pay eager to please diversity’s devotees buy your CDs a perfect idiot from the mythic Sierra naming your brood after Andean peaks pre-Columbian pachamama freaks eat it up: your Inca schtick (but ask the battered gringa-chick about your unsustainable ways: who hits who smiles who beats who pays ?)

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Apr 20, 2016

Apr 20, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC

Indio Profesional

Wife-beater, drum player blower of holy pan-pipes Plumed, bejeweled in ****** plastic Inca priest, mestizo beast multi-kulti prophet (who chooses to live in the USA) where liberals kow-tow while you show them how to adulate indigenous crypto misogynous eager to pay eager to please diversity’s devotees buy your CDs a perfect idiot from the mythic Sierra naming your brood after Andean peaks pre-Columbian pachamama freaks eat it up: your Inca schtick (but ask the battered gringa-chick about your unsustainable ways: who hits who smiles who beats who pays ?)

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Her hair is blowing in the high desert winds She's gotta 1942 Big Chief engine between her knees bequeathed by her great granddaddy She's heading up 395 Sierra bound. She'll tell ya she's had enough straight time driving her far from crazy Pacing playing losing aces pulling her hair she knew she just had to get out of there. Now the great Mojave has its expanse Joshua Trees they just had to laugh as she rode by China Lake flashing 21st Century weaponry Passing through Independence she's feeling free now Now I can't say running away is the way But when your hair is blowing in the winds You gotta Big Chief motorcycle between your legs and the ******* aren't stopping what else can you say? Heading to the Sierra gotta get the mountain view high above it all slump those shoulders down breathe on through Heading up Big Pine smelling the Jeffrey Pines Bishop too ancient Mono Lake when it ain't snowing freedom reigns Her hair blowing in the mountain winds didn't mean anybody any harm just had to get out of there alive Bye bye baby take care.

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Dec 22, 2015

Dec 22, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC

"On a desert highway..."

Her hair is blowing in the high desert winds She's gotta 1942 Big Chief engine between her knees bequeathed by her great granddaddy She's heading up 395 Sierra bound. She'll tell ya she's had enough straight time driving her far from crazy Pacing playing losing aces pulling her hair she knew she just had to get out of there. Now the great Mojave has its expanse Joshua Trees they just had to laugh as she rode by China Lake flashing 21st Century weaponry Passing through Independence she's feeling free now Now I can't say running away is the way But when your hair is blowing in the winds You gotta Big Chief motorcycle between your legs and the ******* aren't stopping what else can you say? Heading to the Sierra gotta get the mountain view high above it all slump those shoulders down breathe on through Heading up Big Pine smelling the Jeffrey Pines Bishop too ancient Mono Lake when it ain't snowing freedom reigns Her hair blowing in the mountain winds didn't mean anybody any harm just had to get out of there alive Bye bye baby take care.

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High on Cateye and Ghost Sight, I stumbled through the streets of Salida del Sol beneath the watchful eye of Father Elijah. The roulette spinner cobblestones clicked as my feet dragged past the courtyard. Like an effigy, the homemade martini between my fingers burned my gin-soaked lungs. Sweat and vermouth settled in the circuits of my collar as I gasped for relief. Hologram gamblers tossed golden casino chips in dried fountains as they strolled past me and through the Sierra Madre's gates.

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Jun 15, 2014

Jun 15, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC

christopher-cizek

The Sierra Madre Casino

High on Cateye and Ghost Sight, I stumbled through the streets of Salida del Sol beneath the watchful eye of Father Elijah. The roulette spinner cobblestones clicked as my feet dragged past the courtyard. Like an effigy, the homemade martini between my fingers burned my gin-soaked lungs. Sweat and vermouth settled in the circuits of my collar as I gasped for relief. Hologram gamblers tossed golden casino chips in dried fountains as they strolled past me and through the Sierra Madre's gates.

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I was born a little fat baby, with eyes shining blue under a cloud of regret. I was their marriage bond, A single mother and her manager and this new crying child that neither of them knew what to do with. They didn't know what to do with each other. I was raised on shattered glasses, broken trinkets, and holes in the wall all souvenirs of my father's anger and my mothers fear. I was raised on sleeping on my brothers floor because the screaming was too bad to hear on my own. I learned my lessons on submission on my mothers fingertips, as she would sweep the glass, wipe the blood, and make breakfast while humming, as though these things were just another part of a family dynamic. And when I was 15, and I threw back a shot of ***** for the very first time, I found I had learned lessons on dependence from my fathers daily sin. My parents tried to un-write their failures in me, Telling me all the things not to do, as they handed me a meticulously crafted manual on exactly how to do them. I was a shining baby, and when my dad started to see his regrets in my mother, and then in me, he left the state without a single goodbye. I was a shining baby, with blue eyes and soft hair, and I watched my mother cry for months, as she moved us from fresh start to fresh start. I was expected to be a prodigal daughter, forged in the ashes of the lives that the shining baby burned down. I crumbled, I am not a prodigy, I am a ******** girl with enough mistakes stacked up at my young age, to make my father proud. I don't want to be a success I don't want to be a failure I don't want to be

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Dec 26, 2014

Dec 26, 2014 at 3:41 AM UTC

I was born a little fat baby, with eyes shining blue under a cloud of regret. I was their marriage bond, A single mother and her manager and this new crying child that neither of them knew what to do with. They didn't know what to do with each other. I was raised on shattered glasses, broken trinkets, and holes in the wall all souvenirs of my father's anger and my mothers fear. I was raised on sleeping on my brothers floor because the screaming was too bad to hear on my own. I learned my lessons on submission on my mothers fingertips, as she would sweep the glass, wipe the blood, and make breakfast while humming, as though these things were just another part of a family dynamic. And when I was 15, and I threw back a shot of ***** for the very first time, I found I had learned lessons on dependence from my fathers daily sin. My parents tried to un-write their failures in me, Telling me all the things not to do, as they handed me a meticulously crafted manual on exactly how to do them. I was a shining baby, and when my dad started to see his regrets in my mother, and then in me, he left the state without a single goodbye. I was a shining baby, with blue eyes and soft hair, and I watched my mother cry for months, as she moved us from fresh start to fresh start. I was expected to be a prodigal daughter, forged in the ashes of the lives that the shining baby burned down. I crumbled, I am not a prodigy, I am a ******** girl with enough mistakes stacked up at my young age, to make my father proud. I don't want to be a success I don't want to be a failure I don't want to be

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So I see that my poems have started trending. And according to my friend it has to do with the people that follow me. And as of this moment I have 15 followers (6/3/2014). Cool. So I guess thanks are in order for all of you 1.Sierra Leone - You were my first follower on here so thank you I apprecaite it. 2. Ranger - You were my second follower. and you are a friend on my "little sister". thanks for the follow 3. Fenix Flight - I am surprised you werent my first follower. BUt regardless, you are the reason I am even on this site so thank you sis. 4. Summer Skye - My fourth and lucky follower. the sister of my "sister" thanks little LF, I am grateful you gave me the honor of being followed by you. 5. Zero Zaneh - Fifth follower, Thank you man. your work is good. 6. Stace - sixth follower. we never talk or whatnot, but your work is really good. 7. IJ Keddie - seventh follower, thank you. your work is interesting. I like it. 8. Beryldov Lew - eighth follower, thank you. every follow means something to me 9. ᏰέƦẙḽԃṏሁ Լέῳ - ninth follower. I do not understand your name but i like the work you put up 10. That Asian Josh - tenth follower. (dont take this the wrong way but) We asains must stick together right?. your work is intersting. I enjoy reading it 11. POETIC T - eleventh follower. Marvel? **** yeah man. keep up the cool work 12. Namir- twelvth follower (i cant spell for **** Dude really it took you this long to follow me -.-. come on, but thanks for it anyway. your work is intense. 13 ISverre G Holter thirteenth follower. your work is cool. I like it. keep it up 14.PrttyBrd- Fourteenth follower, you started following me last night (6/2/14) after my poem Life started trending. thank you 15.Nanna Harrow -fifteenth follower, last but not least. you as well started following me last night after my poem Life started trending. thanks for the boost of confedence There you have it folks. all the people who on here think I am worth something to follow. thanks to each and everyone of you.

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Jun 3, 2014

Jun 3, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC

IF YOU FOLLOW ME READ THIS (you wont regret it)

So I see that my poems have started trending. And according to my friend it has to do with the people that follow me. And as of this moment I have 15 followers (6/3/2014). Cool. So I guess thanks are in order for all of you 1.Sierra Leone - You were my first follower on here so thank you I apprecaite it. 2. Ranger - You were my second follower. and you are a friend on my "little sister". thanks for the follow 3. Fenix Flight - I am surprised you werent my first follower. BUt regardless, you are the reason I am even on this site so thank you sis. 4. Summer Skye - My fourth and lucky follower. the sister of my "sister" thanks little LF, I am grateful you gave me the honor of being followed by you. 5. Zero Zaneh - Fifth follower, Thank you man. your work is good. 6. Stace - sixth follower. we never talk or whatnot, but your work is really good. 7. IJ Keddie - seventh follower, thank you. your work is interesting. I like it. 8. Beryldov Lew - eighth follower, thank you. every follow means something to me 9. ᏰέƦẙḽԃṏሁ Լέῳ - ninth follower. I do not understand your name but i like the work you put up 10. That Asian Josh - tenth follower. (dont take this the wrong way but) We asains must stick together right?. your work is intersting. I enjoy reading it 11. POETIC T - eleventh follower. Marvel? **** yeah man. keep up the cool work 12. Namir- twelvth follower (i cant spell for **** Dude really it took you this long to follow me -.-. come on, but thanks for it anyway. your work is intense. 13 ISverre G Holter thirteenth follower. your work is cool. I like it. keep it up 14.PrttyBrd- Fourteenth follower, you started following me last night (6/2/14) after my poem Life started trending. thank you 15.Nanna Harrow -fifteenth follower, last but not least. you as well started following me last night after my poem Life started trending. thanks for the boost of confedence There you have it folks. all the people who on here think I am worth something to follow. thanks to each and everyone of you.

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Llora palestina, llora Llora gaza Lloran las fronteras Supuran sus llagas llenas de cantos de injusticia Largos cantos de dolor que emanan de las entrañas Llora Honduras, llora El Salvador, Llora Nicaragua Tus hijos los más pequeños montados en bestias Huyendo de otras bestias, rodeados de bestias Hacia la bestia padre Padre de todas las bestias (solo basta recordar para entender) Llora México entre plomos y promesas Llora el indio en la sierra La mujer en costa chica El campesino en la huasteca México un plantío de drogas y de sangre Donde los ricos se hacen más ricos Y los pobres valen menos que las balas que los matan Llora la Tierra, Onile, la Pachamama Entre lenguajes hegemónicos y pueblos sublevados Hace mucho que nadie la escucha Solo los indios y los brujos con sus hechizos Pero pronto volveremos a poner la frente al piso Para oír de cerca lo que reclama.

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Jul 30, 2014

Jul 30, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC

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Llora Pachamama

Llora palestina, llora Llora gaza Lloran las fronteras Supuran sus llagas llenas de cantos de injusticia Largos cantos de dolor que emanan de las entrañas Llora Honduras, llora El Salvador, Llora Nicaragua Tus hijos los más pequeños montados en bestias Huyendo de otras bestias, rodeados de bestias Hacia la bestia padre Padre de todas las bestias (solo basta recordar para entender) Llora México entre plomos y promesas Llora el indio en la sierra La mujer en costa chica El campesino en la huasteca México un plantío de drogas y de sangre Donde los ricos se hacen más ricos Y los pobres valen menos que las balas que los matan Llora la Tierra, Onile, la Pachamama Entre lenguajes hegemónicos y pueblos sublevados Hace mucho que nadie la escucha Solo los indios y los brujos con sus hechizos Pero pronto volveremos a poner la frente al piso Para oír de cerca lo que reclama.

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Midnight on I 80 passing by Truckee heading East towards the lights of old Reno. The snow starts blowing around Floristan, Sierra Nevada winter following me all the way down. I'm looking for a big truck to get behind. Riding on the crying road every Sunday night. Wondering if I am creating gratitude or regrets for my future self's past. What am I doing? I left you on a January night chasing love in a blue moon light. Stuck between desire and staying home. I don't know what's true what's true with me what's true with you. I'm stuck behind this wheel snowy anxiety ringing on through, what am I doing? what are you doing? Creating gratitude or regrets for your future self. Will the adjustment bureau come on through? Or will I like you make it all up as I go along with the window steaming up, Art Bell on the radio Coast to Coast the sounds of ghosts. Will I hate myself for being my self or look back with eyes sparkling with gratitude and the wonder of who I was I doubt it, don't you? Now as I write this poem with my life together and asunder will I look back with gratitude or regret? As I hit Fourth Street the clouds have parted stars are shining through, I'm no longer crying the crying road is done. I still do not know what I have begun.

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Oct 12, 2014

Oct 12, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC

Gratitude or Regrets

Midnight on I 80 passing by Truckee heading East towards the lights of old Reno. The snow starts blowing around Floristan, Sierra Nevada winter following me all the way down. I'm looking for a big truck to get behind. Riding on the crying road every Sunday night. Wondering if I am creating gratitude or regrets for my future self's past. What am I doing? I left you on a January night chasing love in a blue moon light. Stuck between desire and staying home. I don't know what's true what's true with me what's true with you. I'm stuck behind this wheel snowy anxiety ringing on through, what am I doing? what are you doing? Creating gratitude or regrets for your future self. Will the adjustment bureau come on through? Or will I like you make it all up as I go along with the window steaming up, Art Bell on the radio Coast to Coast the sounds of ghosts. Will I hate myself for being my self or look back with eyes sparkling with gratitude and the wonder of who I was I doubt it, don't you? Now as I write this poem with my life together and asunder will I look back with gratitude or regret? As I hit Fourth Street the clouds have parted stars are shining through, I'm no longer crying the crying road is done. I still do not know what I have begun.

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