12 months a Journey to OuTer SpaCe

In an establishment of wall-bouncing emotions, corky and kooky assumptions, light-hearted declines and white-toothed- smiles shared, I bring an idea to light: consider the sun above us and the moon following him along, powers and energies that are brought to us, depending on the day and depending on what I ate, I'm likely to see both and talk to one at a time, using different times in the day as the time for them. But it's been a long journey, and they say life isn't about the destination, it's all about the journey. Whatever weather we ride through, this voyage is across the biggest pond you know of and the vernacular that brings an arrangement of stimulating synapses, usually conflicting emotions, ideas and unproductive thought processes. How many have you encountered? Let these readings tell you something: I am living the fucking life.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Poem #6

Timeless (Unknown)

Every Raspberry that touches her skin on a plate
The blueberry responds with enemy attack
In a river alongside the bridge,
here in the Caribbean, we see more
Yo tengo una pregunta para tu.
Como maravilloso es cambiar?
BeachLakeSand underneath her feet
And under mine is a diamond
The pro high school varsity
Withe the red seam every block
Under the lights, a gruesome bball tournament
A battle mele, underground rec,
Empty the car at the fence to my right
Durant and Westbrook
Here, at Compo, competitiveness gleans physical endurance
In between two trees
At two AM, the surrounding darkness was enslaved by the brights lights, high up,
That gave way to the large
Underground Rec
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