Monday, February 8, 2010

The thorns always cut my legs as I cross straight through the groves and pass the fences that are barbed. The sun is always bothersome and the night is always bright. The thirst always haunts me like a sickness as the breeze is sweet. The jagged rocks always give smooth cuts with perfect warmth from the flowing blood. It is tense and it burns with scorn and afraid of love I do belong, gentle steps. The tracks I imprint into the dirt are the last and not erased, the soul left red. It comes from my soul you would never know; it is something I have that no one else does. Whispers softly "please come close to me," your presence strikes me and I want to know. The wind flows right through my soul as it is on the outside and not inside. I don't believe in God; I don't have to believe because I know that there is one. Even the method that science uses is based on spontaneous creation. Even though we are dead and the dead live I am more awake then those who have seen the other side and come back. Not to make and to see those mistakes is the idea. I will do and not try because it is all easy to go and to follow.
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Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Bruja`
So, it could be true artists are first to predict the future. It was just a saying at first then it became a reality, saw the blood first then bled.
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Monday, January 11, 2010

Blood Clot
Do you even care about the blood that runs through my veins to and through my heart? If you do, surely you'll help me heal this cuts I've made on my wrist. The cuts are fresh and so is your hurt. Together with trust we'll wait this out, for the blood to clot. Well, I'll live if I'm lucky enough. The cool wind hits my face, I'm laying on the floor, the wind covers me with leaves, the ice makes me shiver, the blood is making a painting on the ice. I'm wondering if you care enough to search me out and seek me. After so many days I've spent with the door shut laying on my bed crying, I've built the strength to grab the knife. I've made the courage to cut right through the middle let me drown in the river now, now , now. Just watch me fall flow down down and to my death. I'm nothing but water and I've reached the sea. So many souls await for me there only to come back to come back into the earth. Coma and all it's here my blood is gone and won't clot. Hold my hand my cold dying hand. Hold it until the end. The happiness you've given me I'll cherish it wherever I go. You were the only one that ever made me feel so strong so much passion. But, more than all you were the only one that made me feel true happiness. I cried out all my blood for you. You've heard me before, my final breath here now goes. Breathes out.
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Thursday, January 7, 2010

The Middle
The end may not be in my favor but neither is the middle. So, I'll take the chance to follow it through to feel it course through me. The power that's within will shine out to overtake whatever crosses my path. Nothing will stop me.
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Sunday, December 13, 2009

Warmth
Hey, don't leave my life,
I really want you to stay in it.
The walls are so gray with red cheer.
You make me smile and I'm here with the walls of my life just surrounding me. So I tell you I'm not one of them and you really trust my words like the law trusts the land. I'm real though unlike all these made up rules that can all burn into smoke. I'll burn into ash my love. I'll always be there from the beginning to the end made of silk so warm made of salt an advantage taker. My eyes are rocky brown deep like brown tiger's eyes. Mystic your lips the color of alchemy under lipstick. I'm begging to stay so never leave the winter is outside blowing its chill inside. Close the door before we freeze away and die together.
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