Siempre Contigo

Goodness what a crazy life we have had together

Truly it was only 3 years

But over these past almost 10

We have been very connected to each others lives

I suppose that changes now

Not really I suppose

Love never dies this I know

As do you

These states we are in now are fluid

Dynamic and ever changing and growing

This is not the last time you will hear my voice

And you will see me again

Oh Jane

Thank you so much

Such a crazy life

It’s Sumer time

Escape to Los Angeles

Play hide and seek with the sun

Get as many people in the car

Drive

DRIVE

Music and sunlight

Dancing

Salt is in the air

And it’s toxic

God damn it we are so prideful!

Come and die with me baby

You still have to tell me what you want

What to do

You have to

Because it’s what you want

That’s what this whole thing is about

I’m doing what I want

I’m holding on

I’m believing

I’m never giving up

If you have no wantings for me

And wish me to simply be gone

Erased

Then that is fate

And one of the cruelest I will have personally known

In your own time

Of course

I beg of you

Please Janet!

Tell me what you want.

I still sit by my window

Now a days I listen to the child’s song

The indistinguishable cries of joy and frustration

Accompanied by the birds and the trees harmony

And I now understand how we created metal rock

Life is so beautiful

Even though breath escapes my lungs

And love evades my heart

There is still beauty

And there always will be

As long as you’re here

That cat has come to nap by my side

All day

With me

Under the sun

On my hands and knees I bow

As does the cat

Pouncing on flies and clawing my hands

She calms me down

A friend

Even in these strange times

Always a friend

On my hands and knees I bow

Someone comes to this bench and eats pumpkin seeds

Someone comes to this bench and smokes weed

Someone comes to this bench and waves their arms in the air

Someone comes to this bench rests foot on log and drinks a beer while the dog plays in the water

Someone comes to this bench and cries

Someone comes to this bench and speaks only of you

Someone comes to this bench and never speaks a word

Someone comes to this bench with Someone and they sit

No patience

I Just Keep Walking

Sometimes I’m made to stop

And realize again as I stand

But it’s in that moment

It’s in The Moment

Where my flesh meats the earth

Jesus Christ!

You’re a lucky son of a bitch

Breathe

To better understand

My fruit is too ripe

Nurtured love rotting

Seeds unseeded

Let me fall to meet the earth

Austin Wheeler!

You’re a lucky son of a bitch

boottytickle:

I knew this bad lil thing once upon a time
Bold yet shy
Excited seeming nervous
Beauty portrayed as pain
She kept to herself more often than not
Mostly because everyone was always trying to invade her sacred space
Attempts to tame a mustang
New to many boring places then
One after another
These places gave little to the imagination and too much to reality
She longed for peace and freedom
And for her parents to look at her and tell her how immensely proud they are of her
And as usual some dreams came true others not
She found her peace she found her freedom
It’s roots to be uprooted not long after
As it often goes
But not after a good show
She journeyed north to find the seed she came from
She found it and decided to decide later what to do with it
For its story and history were too tragic for this young rose
Then East over the Atlantic to the old world
Exercising truly reckless and youthful behavior
And beginning to see that not just blood makes family
After she went south to her fathers land
And together understood what it means to be where you are from
All the while learning the love of this world and what family truly means
And seeing her own strength manifest before her very eyes
You should have seen the looks she would give
But all good things must come to an end
And the leaf must make the fall back to the earth
She traveled back north in search of the love and pride her parents promised her
But found desperation’s new solitude instead
In desperation she finds her courage again
Though she still could not shake her pain
Yet in that simple act of courage her life has sprung a new
Flowers and fruits blossoming that she had no idea even grew in her garden
And so she resides in the north nurturing her soul and those around her
Building strength for what lies ahead.
Now I’m sure you are asking the question how I know this story
Well let’s say I am peace I am freedom

Here is the truth

I am no creator

I am the created

Most of my kin have some ability

Some sense or perception that allows them

To create

To see this world with their own eyes

And help others see it too

They tell me I’m like them

They sometimes tell me I’m more than them

I tell them I love them

And to shut up

Hopefully

And yet you will find me here

Sitting on the ground beneath the palm

Stretching my body

Talking with the sun

Paying graces to all that I lack

For now I know I am alive

There it is again

The sound of the world

He’s back

Always busy this one

Rumbling beneath my legs

Flying down the highway

Inside underground tunnels

To remind you

You ain’t Jesus Christ

Sit down

I am my mistakes

I can never lose if I never gain

I am filth

That is my shadow

Beneath every word

Every action

It lies

Casted by the light of what I wish to be

Forgiveness

Vulnerability

Honesty

Do you see how long it is?

The devil is always busy

I’m sorry to be always dredging up the past

But I can never forget

The first steps I took out of that car

Before the air could even greet me

I was welcomed by your embrace

So genuine so warm

This life can be so cold

I miss the sun

Never

That’s when

cain-thewandered:

I need another death
I need to kill this life
Or more of lift it’s rotting carcass off my chest
Bury the remains
And the burn the house down
None of these things are true
I love this place
But I need to be thrown back into it
The crowd
The water
That fire
And no I do not know why
Maybe I need to prove it one last time
And lose it all once again