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turn the music up loud enough.
I want the music loud enough
that I can feel it reverberate through me
At a cellular level.
I find myself lost in the rhythms,
full of emotions
I don't have words for,
wrapped up in the complexity of lyrics.
Every breath rises with a joy
That threatens to split me
As though I've grown too small
To contain it.
Play it again
So all of me can hear.
Play it loud
So I can feel.
"This is...Do you copy? Over."
sometimes love is so bewildering
that I can feel so much
for a soul dwelling
outside the skin I live in
just because the other exists.
Joy in mundane coexistence.
"This...me...DO YOU COPY?"
close enough to conduct electricity
between us, across that miniscule gap
the words just aren't flowing
and I'm failing to reach you
and I'm falling apart
like a broken walkie
or a radio station broadcasting
at the stars in hopes that the right ears
will catch the signal
before the last star blinks out
I blink tears away.
Screaming on the inside
"YOU DAMNED FOOL! I LOVE YOU!
THIS IS ME LOVING YOU!"
because action isn't as you had imagined
"This is me...DO YOU COPY?"
and I love you with force and fierceness
and not being heard
across that chasm
though my love is action
and action and reaction
and I get out of bed each day
to show you with my
echoes through my bones-
not old bones
not young bones
but somewhere between the birthing
and the dying,
middle ground, middle grown?
The creak and grind
as I try to simply
Things don't heal like they did.
If they ever truly did.
S l o w i n g down
grinding and clicking,
those old-ish bones
the creaks and groans
skin marred with stories
I may or may not have told
and stories yet to appear
but not yet marking me.
Grey hair no longer sneaking
bones, damn bones with their
FriendsFriends is a unique term.
I always wonder why i called people friends.
How can we give people name like that.
I been wondering that myself, but i know the answer.
Because we trust them, like, or have fun with.
No matter what the are great people.
They are the one that discuss each other hard time.
Sometime they are the one you fall in love with.
Go shopping with or even talk gossip with.
So the concept of friends is different from everyone.
Some are close and other aren't not.
And sometime you hate them and love.
No matter what they are.
They are still your friends.
Friend for ever and friends for life.
Female dogNow I’m an old dog, I’ve seen this old block.
So if you’d like to know, Miss Jane and John Doe,
why the new kid is something,
really off her rock.
I’m an old dog lyin’ down on a hot summer day.
I ain’t nothing but a hound dog
crying all the time, I suppose
But when I was ‘round her,
you’ll see why I’ve hid my nose.
She’s a spunky little puppy,
a cute one at that
Though she’s a fluffy young puppy,
I could swear she’s a cat.
Now a female dog.
That’s what assholes call ladies
who speak out their minds
Now a female dog.
is what ladies
call a female asshole.
So she’s a lying little cat
and at the same time,
she’s a dirty rat.
While she’s a female dog, she’s as courteous as a hog.
I don’t call her a female dog for no reason.
She speaks her mind, alright
but it’s not anything worth believing.
No, what she says isn’t sense or a worth a hark
After all, anything that comes from
Where I'm FromI am
from Faber-Castell and Prismacolors.
I am from the sunlight through the windows...
Luminous, nostalgic, it radiated warmth.
I am from the tulips
which withers in time,
but holds on to the smallest ray of light.
I am from mooncakes and noses,
from Moñen and Merlin
I am from the share the joy and keep it close
From family comes first and art runs in the blood.
I am from He is my refuge and my fortress
And love is patient, love is kind
To love never fails.
I'm from MaDocs and silver rings,
adobo and tofu
From the so-called distant cousin taken by the monster in the trees,
and the niece who never ate her vegetables.
I am from the crowded closet,
filled with stacks of ancient, decrepit photographs,
A shelf for the long gone
Another for the newcomers
And the reserved, for if calamity strikes,
We will treasure precious memories
HappinessIf you choose the right path
you will find happiness
If you choose the wrong path
You will also find happiness
but it won't last long
MemoriesThe smell of memories
is the perfume your mother used to wear
is your grandmother's copy of Black Beauty
is the blanket you held when you were sick
is the clean laundry on a Sunday morning
is the dust resting on family photos
The smell of memories
will never be
LucasOh how time does fly
Past us as a whisper
In the wind or in the
Breath of every mouth
It seems just yesterday
I heard you cry and cradled
You in my arms as
You were surrounded in
White like the angel
It seems just yesterday
You smiled up at me
And you laughed at
Although I cried
Tears of happiness
Which filled my heart
To the brim
The joy in your eyes have settled
It seems just yesterday
I held your hands
They were engulfed into my palms
You grasped my thumbs
And I taught you how to stand
Your blank expression and sudden
Laughter converted my cold heart
Into a blanket of the utmost warmth
Which exists only for you
Now you are of double years
And you do so much
Independently as you walk
You run, you jump, you swim
And you speak and laugh
You bring me happiness
That no one ever has
With your beautiful simplicity
And your simplistic beauty
Oh how time does fly
My love, so let it fly
In the direction you
she told me she will be beautifultoday, she is going to paint herself
and she is going to sketch her legs out as thin as her pencil-tips
taking out the crumpled papers from her stomach,
and repainting her face, inking back a black-tipped smile
fresh on paint highlighted cheeks and damp on curven smiles
she is going to draw today,
"i am going to be beautiful."
I am from..I am from a family as tough as nails.
I am from green trees to yellowed grass.
I am from loving parents who help me on anything.
I am from a thankful household.
I am from a loving family that sticks together for better of for worse.
I am from great times spent outdoors.
I am from a bookshelf, hiding from all the despairs of the world.
I am from a world in which, most of the time, I am surrounded by fascinating things.
At times my world is darkened, but someone opens a window and allows sunlight to cover the world, someone's alway there.
I am from different places, all kept in loving memory.
I am from iced berry tea to hot honeyed ginger.
I am from a big different family, some over here and others there.
But most importantly, I an from a family that will always pick me up when I fall down.
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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