awaiting.
that moment of release entering sleep.
that second when time becomes slow motion,
and the world delivers secrets to keep
much more profound than the deepest ocean.
resting under our hearts’ dreamy feelings,
there hidden a light shadow of gray.
into dark, our hearts continue sinking-
just a little color would save the day.
so come and lead me by the hand to you.
i’ve been here sitting, staring at the sky.
my innocence has led me here to you,
and i have learned to stop asking why.
awaiting something that’s just a feeling,
anything to keep me from just dying.
chapter 2
singing towards the wind against the world.
singing towards the wind against the world.
she knows
all my dirty
little secrets.
everyday
she finds a way
inside
to dance
around in there
without regret.
she’s opened love,
which now cannot
just hide.
world arrives to challenge any true love.
world grows jealous of things it cannot have.
world is imagined and then plays pretend.
world says no, no. say so, so and just sing.
if the universe
were to consume me
and then took away everything,
there’d be one thing
it could not take
from me-
a faith in
feelings over straight
thinking.
just kept on writing,
hoping someone
out there
would be listening
to this song.
05.04.03.
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winter hurt.
winter hurt.
an age of depression and loneliness
imprisons false hearts not set for freedom
into nightmares no one can escape from.
with time, all love becomes a cold numbness-
a tired and fading signal of distress.
where in this land will one find salvation
from voices in my head- screaming demons?
imagination created this mess.
imagination created your hell,
a world where everyday you fall in
deeper into a feeling of fading.
cold winter pains have one under a spell
forming a universe where all things spin.
but well, there is no escape from dying.
02.20.03.
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what’s up with the attitude.
what’s up with the attitude.
anger management
is all out of reach,
all depending
on one’s disposition.
nothing’s really left
for the earth
to teach
and nature has become
an alien.
this bitter winter
has a tight hold
on,
suffocating all
innocent feeling.
hearts look inside
then start to
wander on
until all memory begins
peeling
the hidden layers of
being
fading.
in seconds humans become
animals,
evolution doesn’t mean anything,
and so humanity will
one day fall.
how many bombs will
your president
drop
before the nation demands
that he
stop?
02.20.03.
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difficulty of conversation.
difficulty of conversation.
feel like such a baby on this planet
as no stranger to desperate feelings
in a lonely life that’s filled with regret,
while inhabitants of dirty feelings
keep mentioning something about leaving.
questions are created by our darkness
feeling the universe not listening,
falling towards eternal nothingness-
empty like naked already undressed.
sincerity unfolds as secrets aimed
towards ideas that don’t reach success.
and for this drowning who are we to blame?
no one to blame for this isolation.
no one to blame but our hesitation.
02.19.03.
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strange frequencies.
strange frequencies.
an animal or dream believed to have,
a mystery, no one could hold for free-
reason, why the whole universe went bad.
an emptiness, only darkness would see
like a virus being born out from space
to wasted energy, turned to nothing
as an ancient scar on history’s face
until reality stops existing.
so into a void, our souls went drowning
because this world our hearts’ just couldn’t take,
and all of our love ended up sinking
toward our plastic selves, a feel so fake.
at the beginning, the earth’s pulse did ring,
but we’ve wasted all the hope that love brings.
02.18.03.
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16 sonnets on an isolated universe.
16 sonnets on an isolated universe.
strange frequencies
difficulty of conversation
what’s up with the attitude
winter hurt
singing towards the wind against the world
awaiting
dark creeps in
misconceptions and quick judgments (why no one reads)
getting together (how wars are planned)
how the child forgot
out of water
two hands
sharing my soul
san cristobal de las casas
victory vill ve ours
another mark
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words for ghosts forgotten.
poetic ethnography::chants
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youth screaming.
poetic ethnography::chants
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violent vehicle (in your car i collapse).
poetic ethnography::chants
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