I like the sound of puerto rico
so that means your coming?
Well, i mean i like the sound, i like the sound that people make there, some reggaeton
They also do this back ward and forward steps in their ceremonial dancing. The way they sway their hips from side to side faster and faster when the rhythm picks up. It’s like they’re really, on to something.
We call it a secret to well being- movement. They call it, what ever’s in plain sight, of their urge. And they never have to whisper a word.
The sensation carries them home.
Like the tree that rises and falls with the same roots. It’s quite beautiful.
My eyes are always open there during the night in such warm places
I can stay awake and not bat an eyelash at an inconvenience
The true purpose of life tends to flow naturally
With the fresh water that surrounds the island
And that gives birth to the music of the peoples
That life’s on in people hearts,
and gives them a purpose for living.
The intelligent create to much damage to the heart
While the wise, let the heart sing, and the mind only bow down to it’s song
Follow it through the grass and fields. Whatever colour it may be,
it is always the right color of the moment. I like such places away from the city
away from the possibility of candle light, and champagne, and only dreaming of tranquility
I like the piercing sound of nothingness, the perfume of cigars and the sound of simple people. Who speak of the day with pride. Work with doings of love. And kids, as the true sunshine of the days. These people can tell apart very easily to good from the bad.
They have no confusion that comes with a trade-off, of work, for not seeing family. or a coin for a minute, making decisions that ties up with the ropes of compromise, and takes years of restless untying ....when one step upon the truth has taken place..... as upon the softest surface that can be stepped upon, and carry us through the filter of time, untouched.
Feeling violated, misrepresented, dictated, are all false speech methods of control. Riches come in the form of toilet seats made of gold. Billionaires meeting their beautiful brides, buying her a nice house where she sits, and keeps occupied with her toys, while he has another 25 favorites, in his background.
People in nature, don’t need psychology. They need to see a sunset.
They don’t need hard drugs, a glass of wine, and a bible is enough
Watching television is not necessary, learning poetry, and carrying those
potent invisible words, through a potent visible forest is enough.
To be the breathe, and in which you breathe,
the sullen voice of taking in and letting go in the seconds that follow
the pink foam on the blue shores, seagulls, wrapped bodies, and cherry pie
is deliciously enough to be satisfied.
Then what is always pulling me.
What is the manic? When everything is taken away, and can never be returned
When love is destroyed without permission, drowned in a moment past before we
are able to rescue it from the water with our arms.. we lose our arms.
and one by one, each body part, becomes part of a story, we could not change.
The hands legless, heartless, sleep.
The only reason you’re like this, now
is because this country was born
there was a person, then a few, then a law, then a few
money this that, fur pellets, and old ritual spells forgotten
wanted marriage, wanted children, the first mixture of tribes
the lost note, the unsigned letter, the night your drank
woke up, to find your country, your’s
no more
the stars of eyes, now streaming in tears of what happened within you
the angelic for who you are, to never return
the conquerors are now marrying your daughters
what you have left to do, is sit in a chair that is not your own
Look into the eyes of people, who don’t have your best interest
Invest your time, into a thing that drains
time is the most precious, yet where is it.
it’s the the face of never stepping down, from where of what and who- is your own.
Dame tu verdad
y yo te doy mio
quiero nada mas de este noche
Obvious and paintful
i’de rather it be deep and hidden, something i was unable to see before
i am always stupified by how much is already in front of me. within hands, feet, arms reach.
Inti
and it’s not even short for anything!
Presidents need to be scholars. Those who dwell’v on the questions of humanity
And are keen, on a daily basis, to solve them.
Those we read, observe, and want to conjure, and transfer a sense of their dream
of the potential equilibrium of inherent love among us. And unite that, into a working system of love.
It’s always the lack of, that makes you more so.
unsolve me, i want to know no further
point, to which i always dwelv,
to which i always bend
my body all out of its shape
and my heart, on the plate before hungry hearts
the feast begins, and I cannot run
I only enjoy
someone using the heart
i was always afraid to use
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