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Landing

 

Free·dome

Those,

that as they leave

and never close the door-

laying witness to their path

-at times even glancing back-

remembering

but never truly 

incorporating 

the past

Nullifying awareness 

while believing that something lies beyond

You, you slumber on as your dreams magnify.

plant your experience

bury it deep as on you dance.

The seeds, watered by your tears,

The Sun rises, 

resignation lights the way 

Certainty flow

t'wards an unimaginable future

breathe deep

The Viper slithers on

 

 

Bath me 

  I am 

    in a place 

        I so often hid

   myself

     running from the babble

--a melody

   of life begging to be heard

 time went by and 

          I found,

 within the wood and grime

    Safety

              A palace

     a haven

          A song

          A voice

                      lead me on

            aniquilando my fiercest enemy

                     catipulting me

                                             I soar 

                       Inspite, my fears

---plummeting, spiraling,

                                      I rise

                                               Head high

                           heart in hand 

                                      I rise

                      Soaring to new heights

                                       

 

         

 Te amo.

Si, tú. 

Quien sigue andando por la calle

al son del otro ritmo.

Tú, 

quien se levanta con cada Sol

y bailas por debajo de la Luna.

Tú 

quien escribes después de largos ratos al tintero seco

tú, tu propia musa 

tú, quien saludas el nuevo día

acompañando el canto de los pajaros 

Tú, con ilusón todavía persigues el amor.

Tú,

la soledad i el silencio

son señales de tu valor

Running from time

 -We have come to a cross roads-
between the have’s and have not’s
between those that are willing, and those that are not.
and sometimes we find
that the have’s have become willing
and the have not’s they are not
(and so, any combination may occur).
All that being said,
death seems to be beckoning at our door.
I’ve heard of a legend that states
that when all becomes a disarray
The “whites” will becoken to learn from the Indigenous
in order to save the Earth.
I’ve never been one much for folklore
yet I have borne witness to this very occurance here in Europe
(and yes, there were times I had laughed at the thought).
I have been in the presence of some incredible things here in Catalunya and experienced the utmost respect for these Indigenous “designs”.


—and, there is much to be said, of those who crossed the ocean,
instilling these teachings, spreading seeds across the land, I’m certain that they were often regarded with great discontent.
When I arrived here twenty years ago, I often thought how great it would be if the Indigenous of my country would arrive and take “their” land back HERE.
It’s crazy how this “vision” was set into motion more than twenty years ago.

So, few and far between,  people begin to see that the water begins to disappear, the heat steadily rises, yet they still carry on.  Personally, my hope is quickly fading yet I choose to sing and dance for this very precious moment, before all hell breaks loose.

There

I observed her from afar,  self imposed throne, 

steeped in solace

 no one to question or touch

 Silence, her only friend.

 I sat quietly in my own imperfect little domain

 slowly coming to recognize

 the oberved linked to the observer

 While choosing to not relate to others

with a dire need to eliminate all discomfort

 I lacked the depth to discover

 not only my own imperfections 

 more accurately, failing to affirm my own place in the world

So now I sit beside her

behumbled by these revelations

quietly, smoking the twilight away 

 

let it go

sufres? sueltalo
 has triumfado? sueltalo
  tienes dudas? sueltalo
   miedo? sueltalo
    decepción? sueltalo
     has sentido rabía? sueltalo
      bailas con alegría? sueltalo
       vives con esperanza? sueltalo
        persigues tus sueños? sueltalo

          Todo es temporal
            lo bueno y lo no tan bueno,
              la vida dura lo que dura
                no se preoccupen
                  el verdadero constante es el cambio.
                    RESPIRA, VIVA
                     por esto estamos hechos
                      perdona, transforma        
                         vuela a tu destino

Perfection

I gotcher back

perfection is the new slack

so many shiny baubles

makes me wanna crack

what happened to all that humanness

that which made us brave

when things began to cave

where did all the magic go?

I'm feeling nauseous from thieir gauge

with a desperate need to just relax

take the time to just kick back

feelin a storm, a different wave

we weren't meant to hustle

turn around and exit the stage

save it now

bein' perfect ain't all that

it's time for me to stray

and numb that sensation

remembering how we pulled through

that time that it went wack

as we cultivated creativity

overcoming instability

learning from our error

all the while amplifying

our magnificant souls

Cease and Resist

 The thing I most crave

is the sun

to emerge from the clouds

the storm, incessantly appears

yet

I shall sing my way home.