Sunday, November 8, 2015. Sun, shine on this lunar rock. Warm it with your light. Concentrate your rays until it beams a heavenly white. Moon, reflect your glow on the earth. Blanket the dark of night. Love, meet my eyes in an infinite gaze. Become the moon and sun on earth. Take me with you when you blink. Have you seen the moon tonight? Could you see the way in which it illuminated. As that rock drifts by. The chalky gray outline of our bodiess. I peered into your dream.

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In one eye and out the other. Failing to either greet you. 8220;is it, is it real? Whenever it snows and surrounds. The curtains opened with the computer turned. On the surface, like bubbles in a lake. A syzygy of planets occurs. When we got into the spirit of it. A finger pointing, a heart beating.

Friday, March 22, 2013. Hello there my old friends,. Wednesday, July 18, 2012. And this time a really mean it. Tuesday, March 20, 2012.

This is where i put my mind chemicals. If you like my mind chemicals, mail me. Wednesday, 6 March 2013. Never sure of how to. Three apostrophes on a lacklustre backdrop. Forced to feel the force. And your slight voice cuts nothing. Sunday, 24 April 2011. Saturday, 25 September 2010. Sunday, 1 August 2010. Friday, 30 July 2010.

There is a past me and a present me. My brain is a fog i cannot step into. At the end of the fog there is a light. It is not the sort of light you picture. It is something else entirely. When i am there, when i get there. I will bring you with me. And i will tell the whole world everything.

A Blog of Remixes of Exceptional Quality. Gradually, a cat behind a chain-link fence dollies. The cat enters a purple. Light facing a yard of human clutter. Sudden electrical discharges silence the cat. The cat stands empty of sound, scanning his. His hair no longer covers his skin. With graceful precision, he walks away from the.

Aqui se escribe, en el otro hay mas monos. Friday, April 10, 2009. Ps Gracias por el cheesecake y la soda italiana. Monday, March 30, 2009. Monday, March 16, 2009. El bebé reía al ver que su hermanito se acercaba corriendo, luego se alejaba, y luego volvía. Babeaba el hombro de su mamá, quien a su vez estaba volteando hacia la ventana del crematorio. Le gustaba dibujar, y en su juventud, según me cuentan, era una persona bastante creativa. Uno de mis temores mas grandes es terminar igual que él.

How is everyone doing tonight? I am well. I am taking a rare non poem post to let you all know, I am pausing to put this book together. I am putting a book together out of some poems. I am on the final steps of finishing it tonight. But it may mean there is some changes. I will keep you all posted. Because of What is Inside.