Square1

Pepple in the sand, washed up on the shore.

No fancy parades, no full blown accolades,

buried by time, it silently lays.

Rolling waves, interlacing all...

its droning, sing song cadence gives us its all.

Not far off, a tiny shell

 as words without meaning fill the air.

Back to square one, with all that you now know.

It's where you belong

two-step forward

a saunter back in time...

A crucial starting point.

Prepare your wings

it's time to soar.

 

Tri·V·al·i·tees

 A pizza is round but it comes in a square box

-we eat it in triangles, good god what a hoax!

Now I'd gone for a ride, which I thought was the best,

it checked (almost) all the boxes and scratched where I liked best.

Alas, it was a bed full of roses with stratigically placed thorns.

From a distance I saw the rails that were torn, 

the oxidized wheels, and all safety nets gone.

But God what a rush! 

 -oxygenation, deprivation

a gravitational thrust carried me on.

--and oh how I rambled, on and on 

recalling an experience that I never TRULY had.

We create our own fantasies, and fantasies are prone to lust.

'Twas for me some strange dream, 

but at last I've woken up.

I am no longer accepting tickets to the Fair. 

I await the helicopter's hypnotizing vex,  

to hover and accompany me 

AWAY

away to the far beyond.

waste not, want not

 moments, they fade so very fast

-"hay que ser valiente para conquistar"

as my dance with desire leads me down a darkened path

-mantente alerta, pronto la niebla se dispersará

I embrace all that surrounds me 

-y me canso de los juegos infantiles

I quietly await the summoning of the dawn 

-Parece que he bailado por eones, por debajo de este cielo tormentoso  

I fervently search for a shell upon the sand

-olas vienen, rompiendo la ilusión

Calmly now, I lay, as voices in the distance carry on

No te preocupes, te juro, que pronto todo llegará. 

Perspective

I sat and watched

as the sun silently drew it's course.

In faithful acceptance of the night, it made its quiet descent.

There were no grand gestures as it followed the contour of the Earth.

Time, evidencing this trajectory, 

kept it's subtle cadence with the passing of each day.

An ordinary occurance which some chose to observe, 

giving credit to this spectacular event

Now, too, my days are met and acknowelged with it's "birth".

Powerful serene moments, 

-The light, -it's warmth

Summoning a new beginning

Another opportunity has begun.

por debajo de la falda

 

Por debajo de la falda imaginas...

 algo provocativo, o posiblemente esperas algo sensual.

 ¿hay algo más de lo que sueñas?

 ¿más de que lo puedas imaginar?

 Quizás  por debajo esconde;

expectativas no cumplidas,

o la vergüenza de la primera "vez",

puede "fingir" una perfección absoluta,

que deja una huella de rigidez.

También vive una poderosa seguridad.

Un amor absoluta

-un trozo de paraíso-

-orgullo de la femininidad-

fragile pero resistente

capaz de traer vida a este mundo... 

o no. 

Un deseo de bailar,

remando por esta vida, 

dando giros y giros

mirando hace arriba al cielo,

un millon de estrellas fugazes

me trago la luna entera 

y es por eso, Brillo, 

desde lo más jondo de mi ser.

The Sun still shines

so many days filled with pain and indecision,

the clouds hover like an anvil weighing on our souls

it seems that the end shall never come 

as we look towards others to blame for this detestable chaos

but there is no poverty, poverty does not exist,

Truthfully admit that despite abundance 

lays a mass disporportion of poorly distributed wealth

and yes, there is sickness, 

but to heal we must begin with ourselves

for as a sick parent finds difficutly in healing an ailing child

we too, must restore our personal health

and for that I rely on my community, to build me up and keep me strong.

Far be it for me to prosyletize "Raising your Vibration"
that in itself can be an offensive statement.

Where has the faith in humanity gone?

do we really fail to believe that much in ourselves?

I seek to renumerate the positive and I love how the breath fills my lungs.

I count each and every blessing, even the smallest ray of light.

I refuse to let my spirit be crushed because there ARE things which we have accomplished, there are numerous ways that we triumph.

I myself have no answers, only a dire need that we all work together

to regain stability and continue to dream on.

shattered

 

It is strange how we have arrived

to this "market" of humanity

where all is sold for a price

and above all else, reigns an obscured vanity

The worth in human relations 

has been catapulted into a fragile belief system

where imaginations and illusion, 

govern true reality.

We've come to a cross roads 

where a picture appears to tell all

as "pertinent information" of the soul is purged

and superficial lies are believed 

to be the only valid indicator of worth

Sadly now, we retreat,

into the darkest of the night. 

 

Sweet & Sour

 I'd wandered off my typical path,

searching for berries along the way.

The endeavor proved painful and the fruit most bitter,

yet it taught me much.

I had looked in the mirror, in my eyes, I loved what I saw

yet slowly he became disillusioned.

What a pity, yes it was.

To search for imperfections,

in an imperfect world.

and he was unable to appreciate

who I truly am.

la cueva

uno por uno, 

empezaron retrodecer 

regresando el origin, 

donde todo empezó.

Primero fueron los jovenes,

porque en este mundo no se acababan de entender.

El ruido de las voces, las actitudes y las paralizantes críticas.

Cicatrices que no sanaban, que cada vez volvieron a abrir.

Buscaban un jondo silencio y de expulsar todo el rumor.

Ellos antes eran los cazadores, los protectores, los proveedores.

En el cuadro que ahora es la vida, 

veían poco sentido por su presencia.

Parece que es el gran momento para la hembra, otra forma de vivir.

I bid you all deep sleep, to rest, to find the path anew.

The feminine is not nor will it ever be, against you 

because you are very much a part of her.

Truly spoken, we need you.

It is true that the vision has shifted and it would appear that your role has been reduced.

Simply this I state, my only desire is to walk alongside of you.

May the beast within you flourish, may you find the pain inside, carefully observe, and yes, transform it.  

as we remember that dependence does not equate to love.

Keeping the Wolves at bay

incessant chatter doesn't let me be

It is ever evident that you will ALWAYS be a part of me...

and I know not, how to lead.

Then there are those that howl, those that beg,

-those that pretend, and those that bleed,

yet not one holds a candle to you.

I tell myself that soon this gaping wound will no longer form a part of me

but I've been saying this for far too long.

To the Universe I throw some bait in hope that it will snow

frozen tears to melt your heart

lying, forbidden, our ability to reconstruct

The blood that flows pure through my veins,

I dance, I sing, I move to carry on.

It's like your soul has permeated mine,

has it always been this way?

Since the beginning of time?

The Sun, on my shoulder how it gleams, 

showing me how the light iluminates all...

even the darkness hidden inside of me.

So onward I wander, unsure of when I shall arrive,

yet how sad it is, that by my side, you shall no longer be.