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Trust What does it mean to you Does it mean to tell the truth No matter what you doTo tell each other all To answer all questions true To take away the fear Or is it just a feeling That is talked about by some Is it something I thought I had But never que...

I have been indicted by this wise age, By its each rationalist sage Who has written my fate with my own worthless blood, And with my shattered soul as page "Shackle his voice and blindfold his insight, Chain his thoughts and shut them in a cage" You must...

That Night

There is only one existence

The night that I was by the sea,I heard the sea speak to me. The night that I sat by the waves Watching the moon rise red, The night that the waters were splashing Making me listen to them, The night that sea tried to wake me Washing away my impurity, The...

Talk is cheap that is true; A lesson learned from loving you; You lead me on so subtly;You hold me close though set me free; You say you love me though I wonder why; When I see the truth within your eyes; You know the game, you play it well;It's hard to k...

It was a small pueblo in the Sonoran Desert. Juliana and Desiderio lived there. They were both artisans. They had apprenticed with the great jeweler and artist Gabriel. Everyone in northern Mexico knew of Gabriel. Even in the Mexico City he was known to t...

Communal Space

Warriors young and old travel many of the same paths.

What is this alluring place, where red and blue meet? With a cindered path,stretching beneath our feet. Torricelli's trumpet, is seldom here to greet. Crusted tears dry upon hardened faces, naked skin reddens from scorching heat. Lambs who were led to sla...

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Can you miss something you have never had? Do the pigeons desire the thumbs, the hands, we swear by, that have gotten us so far? Do they feel its absence as strongly as they feel the sun on their back? Do the fish miss the lungs that allow the animals to...

What I Truly Am

Thanks For Showing Me What I Truly Am

I will never again. Why you ask? Because I keep getting hurt by those who promise not to hurt me. I’ll never open up again, and give my heart to anyone. There are those who are never meant to be loved, and I suppose I’m one. I know my friends will tell me...

Painfully Broken

Thanks For Showing Me I'm Nothing

You know what? I trusted you. I let my guard down because you told me you didn't want to be like my exes. You told me you wanted to be different. You made me promises from day one. You kept telling me to trust you, because you weren't going to hurt me lik...