Friday, July 22, 2022

White lies matter...



Splitting green meteorite... Shooting stars... Dead wishes... Misses... White nights... Black days... french fridays... Lay days... May days... green house administration... supersonic meetings... Flying above... My highness... Sea sickness... Universal moment... Metaphysical encounter... Monumental moment... Spiritual lesson... Religious scantron test... Overthinking failure... Tight situation room... schegule... personal space... Telescopic timing... doupts from the past... last... tough task... full desk... Long awaited asks... Lacks... lakes... Facts... Sorry to ask... My position... my Rights... Mights... Fights... Location... raimbow's metamorphosis... Time flies... Good night America...  U twitch... U switch... U turn... Burn... Learn... Earn... U... you... all i knew is you... self centered genius... Egocentric nerd... Leader of a herd... Heard... Blurred... Worded... Worked... Worlded... Overloaded... Lost in translation... Time zones... Carnavalisticly insecure... Color blind cross dressing festival of appearences... Bright dress... address... yellow submarine attention seeking sign... Sorry boobie refusal... Got it... Ask it... Fuck it... Blame game... Hidden shame... Blue flame... Fame... Lame... Holly wood... Global warning... Burning Cow... Watery man... Deserted love scene... production... Lovely solstice... Lonely notice... Great speaches... ideas... plans... Images... Posted posters...  lobsters on credit... From HOPE to nope... No rope... hip to hop...  Pulling trigger... Easy cheesy Pop... Flop... Gop... Looping lollys... Nollies... Pull ups... Live up... Give up... Down... Blowing... Sailing... Missing... Missing... Opportunity... Missing... Missing... Missing... Missing... Missing... 

Tuesday, July 5, 2022

Quien es...

 


Esta persona que soy... No la que parece... Viste... Aparece... Desaparece... Y vuelve... Ni la que quisiera... Pudiera .. y sueƱa... Para nada... Esa no... La corriente no... La otra... La verdad... Ocultada... Enserrada... Mezclada... Perdida .. confundida... Esta voz propia que nunca nos gusta escuchar grabada... Esa es la nuestra... Nuestra propia mafia... Que nos controla la mente... Cosa Demente... Que nos habla frente a un espejo... Con una pluma en la cabeza... Espiritu indio que nos indica esa postura... Cara a cara... Los ojos no mienten... Tampoco sienten... Ni huelen... Para esto tenemos narizes... olffato... Reflejos... Lloramos al nacer... Temblamos al morir... Vaya idea .. como eso del tiempo... Pasado... Presente... Y futuro... Pues aqui estamos... Y vamos... Juntos...