For the undying joy that follows after you,
so does the swinging emotion barrel
The flow of the words cascading in tones,
fresh molecules of ecstasy to the soul
Mind puzzle for inspiration, for creativity
Flushing down daily pressure, damn, and illness
Interpretations of relativity are made thanks to you,
messenger of the spirits, and of orbiting feelings
Chosen by us to be your very own
We can't make what made us, we can't own it either
But we make it ours, grasping to your mysticism
All of the creation worships you without knowing it
That is only cause the spirituality can't be unseen,
evident refuge of our secrets
For the therapeutic rhythm, the harmonious waves,
and the never dying sublime sound
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Therapy
viernes, 13 de abril de 2012
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Venting #2
sábado, 24 de marzo de 2012
We forget to understand our body. We don't understand how the physiology mingles with the psych. Our rewards control the outcome of our behavior. Forever engaged to the chemicals, we should know better. Everything is a wait, and pleasure. The rush of what we feel. The body responds to this and acts upon it. Understand your body, understand yourself.| Etiquetas: Personal, Psicología, Venting | 0 comentarios | |
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The Stars of the Past
domingo, 18 de marzo de 2012
the stellar air is history.
the lights in the sky are dead.
we gaze at fake luminosity.
watching the flux of millions years
heading home again, spreding for life.
CCC
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won't make a haiku out of this
sábado, 17 de marzo de 2012
different tries pass,
for different selves they go
but I am still me
this is not a haiku
so keep reading
don't stop in between the spaces
even if I could make one
it would be never ending
cause 17 syllables can be a forever
pretentious me being pretentious
incorperating the colloquial for the better
being underestimated can be good as well
but the incongruence,
the complexity and the paradox
seems less ephemeral
CCC
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It's sad how most of us drag stories forever. Living in the rush, the pain or the joy of them. Nostalgia is one of our favorite things. To roll over the thoughs of the past, the fiction, the none existence. We constantly want yesterday. Cause yesterday is the only thing we know. Why would we want tomorrow if there's nothing of it? The unconscious feeds out of the known, and then controls us at night. Let's us then pull all of our stories, write them down, and know just one thing. The only thing we know about tomorrow is how messed up it is because of yesterday.
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The story about the one who knew
viernes, 16 de marzo de 2012
And then the poet realizes about all the incongruities detached to the assemblage of words, and so the poet discovers as well the metaphor. So the poet decides to leap in courage, although terrified by the mental image of a slipping foot.
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No es lo que dije que haría, creo que dejaré de prometer cosas mejor. Como pueden notar la mayoría de mis escritos son en español. Se debe a la simple razón de que amo este lenguaje, nada más. Me gusta su vocabulario, pero en especial me gusta el sonido de las palabras. A pesar de, decidí que debería de escribir en ingles por igual. No hace mucho escribí algo y me gustó el resultado. Ahora le estoy cogiendo "el gustito". El inglés es un idioma el cual posee un vocabulario rico por igual, aunque muchas palabras ya son olvidadas. Así que próximamente comenzarán a ver por aquí algunos de los que he estado trabajando (y por próximamente me refiero dentro de unos minutos). Quién sabe, tal vez comience a escribir en italiano también.
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