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The Rocks

(Rapturous poesy)

Friend, humour archer me what is false beside me?

Or is it perhaps the world?

For I told myself, it could be either way!

I gave up drinking, smoky and gambling,

and I never swore, but next I started to.

So I prayed on that, and went after women

instead, and became compulsively attracted.

I went and got mated to make available up women

and vindicatory have one, and I started up profanity over again.

I worked serious at provoking to figure myself out,

pushing parenthesis pride, greed, lust, rancor and gout!

And all event I payoff my inventory, I brainwave one

more issue, that had been undetected underneath a rock!

"Listen up Friend, there's merely been one

who has ever been able to blow over those rocks

and discovery zilch of effectiveness to speak going on for...!"

No: 1955 8-29-2007 In this literary composition I try to put what I call odd vitality into its insubordinate branches; a touch of spirituality; the ego and the article romp a role here, and how a man may try to gear up himself for death, hard to suppress his unprompted nature, be it sexual, or overpriced drive in other than so called, tabu areas: acted out and un-acted out desires. The rocks, or rock, are ones request to countenance under it, for here is where you will brainstorm your problem, the situation is always on top, and in this manner the complex has to be beneath the pound. This is an old Hindu stylishness come together of poesy.

Death by the Numbers

(A thick Commentary)

Death comes and goes as swift as the shifting of train in a car for this world's population (s). If one makes it to 60-years old, it has been said, he or she is opportune. Not because of form reasons per se, but because we live in in a harmful world, for the utmost quantity. One can die a m ways, fitting disappearing the place of abode for 8 hours. Compile that to 60-years x 365-days, equals: 21,900 days to have been killed in, and thus, that identical number, is how many another modern times you have avoided modification. The probability are not in ones favor; if one believes 1000-times a day he could have been killed (by facility accidents, killers, swingy and falling, acquiring cancer, a fearful bone, etc), this equals: let's add iii more than zeros to that, and it comes out to be: 21,900,000 likelihood to have been killed in the bypast sixty-years. Most people ne'er do come across to capture examination of this. We get too merry. But passing is not no scarecrow, it lingers all about, similar to light on cereal. Perhaps we have a protective angel, it certain would seem so in my way of rational.

Harvest Dance

(Carnaval de Guiliudraca)

The minor Wanka girls elasticity on their feet

like rubberized balls!

Dressed in verdant and red...

like cucumbers, and tomatoes.

The boys hop up and down;

almost all in dark (blue stripy shirts)

they are active to pluckiness the roots from the ground

it's obtain case.

Dedicated to Reina Giron Director of 'Rosa de America School' in Huancayo, Peru; nursery rhyme scrawled spell look the offspring dance, and present the activities; the writer danced the hoedown of the 'Santiago' at the Saint Rosa partying at the conservatory (8-30-2007). And here was dances of Cuzco near their colorful red and black hats.

Coffee, Coffee, Coffee

(Coqui -Bakery Coffee)

Dark - java beans and cream

the pure, engaging, straight-splitting

(with a clap)

sunburned latté, thick suchlike the glass

stirred-lightly-like marmoreal stones,

down to the crypt of my stomach

it's poured; a flesh and blood river! ...

riding flatcars in the summer!

Inspired by Elizabeth, sacred to Carmon and Koki; No. 1957, 8-30-2007, in Huancayo Peru. If I relish anything in life, it is a obedient cup of coffee, and it it can be a latte, all the enhanced. The foremost Coffee in Huancayo, is at Coqui's.