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DrownedI want to cry
because you're: a
A playboy who enjoys the women
who is disciplined in the company of others
You manage to talk like a cowboy
who is pondering
some deep thought
And I am in deep water......
Not knowing how to swim
hoping that you might ....
and rescue me.
the Lifeguard of Love
just sit there on the beach
with those people:
Cowboys and ladies
At your smile.
Your golden hair.
Your sky blue eyes.
You snow-skin body.
You're laughing with them, too!
You're like a God.......
and they're your followers
And I just drowned into the deepest pond .................
I am now among fish and birds
no human here at all
at the bottom of the pond.
and you're on that beach
still being a God.
Flowing Loveyour smile is the promise of the promise land
your eyes blue and reflective is an offer of the free blue sky
your yellow hair is the reflection of the yellow hair
and your white pale skin is the soft white snow on the highest summits
my fear to say this is the deepest pebble in the dead of the darkest sea
my heart pounds when I see you like a fly about to die
confused is my head like that buzzing fly
that you pass by wink and smile
as you drift by like a ghost
that I shall never talk to
and my feelings flow like the river you float on
just like ghosts they are you and my feelings
and days will go on
and turn into weeks
until I find a new soul
to dream about
but never to touch and be with
never to express what I should
even if it ends in disaster
the stars shine on like they always do
and so does the moon and sun
and the sky is always blue
but my heart never finds love
so tell Goddess of Love
should I put a stone in the wall
a horseNot even the sun could purge his thirst ....
Or could the light blind his vision ....
If his wish ....
Came true ....
Love would be king ....
In darkness ....
And blessing and a curse ....
A horse could have one leg ....
But with a cowboy is complete ....
And without him is just a rat ....
Not even the moon could fall ....
Or his heart dies ....
If by night it were lit by cinder's light ....
And by day it were the grass on their toes ....
Saying you're welcome as you are to stand ....
In the sand ....
And in the mud ....
Be you a fly ....
Or a fish ....
Be you frowning ....
Or a flower ....
Even if fires could be lit by the magic of his dreams ....
He would still shiver ....
For the horses cowboy is only a drea
UnlovedNot even the blood of a million saints ....
Will make something that's right, wrong....
A thousand stars could fall....
And still the moon would shine ....
They can threaten us ....
And scare us to death....
But in the end the river always flows down....
And they would be filled with guilt ....
And shame ....
Like a smudge of dirt ....
On a white shirt ....
A thousand dollar bills may be wasted ....
A million minds dived ....
And loving ones ....
Will be unloved ....
Unloved for their love ....
Unloved for their ways ....
Unloved by the saints....
Unloved by their house ....
Unloved like a bug ....
Unloved for love ....
And what would be the cause of content ....
And dis-content ....
If loved ones could be loved ....
And loved ones could utter their love ....
And vows of joy to their home and saints .
AmericaThis is America the land of McDonald's and Hospitals
The land where jocks cheat on their girlfriends and ingest steroids before each game
Where nerds get A’s on every test they take
Where nudists are gay
And where everyone is a Christian until Friday Night
Stuck in some club worshiping a pole dancer
The goddess of money and lust
Where freedom is a word written in golden script
And on every wall
And enforced with an iron rod by a blinded man who sits those to left
And allows those on the right to pass through some invisible street
Where they get fool’s gold
And the ones on the left get
Rocks and pebbles thrown at them
And their works are censored by people making a mock of their lives
Almost writing a script of their life
That’s meant to be the next drama on Monday night television
America a land where:
Love means having sex and kissing
Life and death is the same thing
You die for this nation or live for it
You respect the life
LustTo know there exist someone who awakens indecent thoughts in my head
Of lips clenching and of my possible first time tasting an invading mouth
And to be that God’s passive observer
And casually pray to it as well
As if I were a normal follower of his cult
To be quite about my feelings
Damned am I for this sin that should be a passion
Because I laid eyes upon a God
That is in heaven
And knows not what I feel for him
But I prefer to suffer alone
Than to bring down a God
And never stare into his blue eyes
Or touch his blond hair
Or marvel at the glory he possess
And even I would rather not know
If that God wants to love me back
I’d rather be passive and lame
But never burn in a mistake
Provoked by the anger the God
And suffer eternal distance from the God
Unless he comes to me and tells me
He wants to wake me up
Like a flower to the sun
Or like clams to the moon
And make me his devoted follower
I want to rent the moonFor much can the moon be rented?
Is it by the hour?
Minuets or seconds?
Or by the amount of friends
Can I place a bouncy house on the moon?
Will the stars come along with the moon?
Will they shine all night longs as my friends and I jump and party on the moon
Please sir just tell me will there be cheese pizza there
And blue peach ice cream
And burping soda
And Ladino singers
Singing about American migrants who left Spain and the House of Judah
For dreams of better hopes
And went to the southern nations of that land
And grew fields of beef and corn
Or will there be dancing elephants
Who dance a ballet?
That tells the story of a dying forest
That’s being chopped down
And burning logs
Will the moon bring peace to earth?
Let me rent it please?
the blooming classroomI was lined up in a line
That was going around a classroom
There were lots of students in front of me and many more behind
Stretching like a rope and winding around the classroom
That was painted blue and white
And with a hedge of flowers of all colors and kinds in bloom
And then he came forth just like fog does when it’s hot
And told asked me what’s up?
And I respond to him not much
And he hugs me like an octopus hugs a shellfish
And I ask him what are you up too?
And he responds as tall as he is with pride in his eyes and masculinity in his pose
Our friendship hangs from a delicate string
And I looked into his eyes
And saw a deep sea of sadness
And anguish in his face
As I woke up from that dream
And new to him his imaginary friendship was the real thing that to me was a made up lie to sound like fact
rocking loversHer new lover is a rocker
She knows how to rock her
They don’t clown around
They go straight to business
Under the moon and stars
Or right below the sun
When the days shine
Or when it rains
They kiss and shine
On a stage
Or in a club
They rock and roll
Love between both women
Best friends and lovers
Diamonds float in their hearts
And they rock and roll
In a bed
Dreaming with each other
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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