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I hate sore throats.

I need to post more often. Yeah, I'm going to ramble and dribble around some odds and bits of poetry, songs, thoughts, dreams ( Read more... )

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I was more concerned about escorting a woman and child to their car, than spending time with an acquaintance of sorts that just got victimized.

(why does that bother me?)

He was in good hands, and had plenty of questions to answer.

(if I did the opposite, it would have bothered me more.)

Always looking out for the women and children.

I, no, not I, we, the supposed, the witnesses of nothing remember the look of his face.

He, yes, really him, told me that he just got robbed by gunpoint.

A few feet from my office space, near my 40hrs a week.

There was a man with a gun

wondering about

robbing poets.

Catch a heartbeat, and tell me
how is the tunnel vision down there?

Can't the wind wind down?

a tryst of shivering
eyes, fleeting,
capturing dreams
then pattering down cobblestone alleyways,
in retreat.

breathe,
no really breathe,
deeply, inhale until
small kittens have to run
to escape your nostrils.

don’t forget to exhale,
make it mighty.
scream if you must.

then live,
like a fire, like the winds,
like a geyser.

live.

Te quiero como las hojas de otoño.
Porque caes como ellos.
Caíste sin pena, sin miedo.
No estuviste celosa.

Voy a dibujar tus ojos con el viento,
Rápida y ondeando.
Voy a escribir tus labias con el río.
Llena y descontrolada.

My understanding of the Spanish language is growing ( Read more... )