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Our InsanityWill you ever forgive me?
Stop putting salt in the wound?
I made a mistake,
As did you.

Repeatedly I have forgiven,
Repeatedly I have swallowed my pride,
Repeatedly I have faced accusation,
For what I have not done.

It is a fault of mine,
To tire of being punished,
For things I have not done,
To do the crime that fits the punishment.

In this way, I keep you honest,
I allow you to be infallible,
Sacrificing my sanity,
To make you appear sane.

Amends have been made,
Yet again you punish without warrant,
Crazed with fear,
Your insanity drives mine.

PoliticosPútrido arte
con rendimiento nefasto
diseñado y no sentido
todo para disimular, engañar y convencer;
esa es tu sonrisa.

Desvivido odio
por la raza humana;
ya sea por codicia o ignorancia
tu reino se cae bajo tus pies
y no haces nada.

Hijas de la sombra
destinadas a pulsar botones
con ausencia total
de arrepentimiento;
esas son vuestras caras.

Dejad al mundo respirar
porque no siempre será de noche,
algún día os tocará darnos oxígeno
y, creedme, nos hartaremos,
respiraremos hasta oxidarnos,
y escupiremos vuestros huesos.

Políticos.

Pretty Girls/Nervous GuysPretty girls all around
Nervous guys never make a sound

Pretty girls swarm the summer
Nervous guys can't get a number

Pretty girls set heart's tone
Nervous guys flock to friend zone

Pretty girls are the masters
Nervous guys, crack like plaster

Pretty girls fill hearts once empty
Nervous guys, simmer with envy

Of men more confident than they
Still the nervous guy won't say

Nervous guys sit at bay
While all the pretty girls waltz away

ChwileByłeś przy mnie...
oddychałeś,
swoim głosem mnie wspierałeś.
Tak mi dobrze było z Tobą.
Zajmowałeś mnie rozmową.
Czasem droczysz się celowo,
wsłuchujesz się w każde słowo.
Wiem, że pragniesz, ja to czuję,
ale Cię nie zaniedbuję...
Lubisz, gdy jestem wesoła,
mocniej Twoje serce woła.
Twoje słowa biegną ku mnie,
są zachłanne, czułe, dumne.
Bawiąc się rozkosznie nimi,
memu sercu - jesteś miły.

MotherlandI will shout

Once again

Your name

Your woman name

I will feel

In my skin

All the wounds

Of your skin

And I shall

Lull to sleep

The angel

Of death

Who wants to kiss

With blood your

Forehead

Why are your jungles

Sweating in war?

Why are your mountains

Silencing mercilessly

The voice that remains?

Quench this thirst I feel

With drops of coffee and aguardiente

Can your people fathom how it hurts

Having to leave, leaving you there?

Can your daughters imagine how it aches

Having you deep inside of what I cherish the most?

Can your sons stop and think how painful it is

Having to take just a little piece of you with me?

Ca

Two sides.;There are two sides to every issue: one side is right and the other is wrong, but the middle is always evil.” -Ayn Rand

There are those outfitters, that sun burn, strugglers. Those wierded, estranged quitters, but I find peace in no remorse, my greed and need are open doors... open for a future whim. In fateful determination, in ill-will for the bashful evil side of forever win.

Cadaverous did you know, that you can dance?
In its own language –the ancient tongue;
The cosmos waits for new romance.
Like Open books riddled with twists and turns;
In a furnace deep, crafted by nature;
There where your desire holds, and burns.
Starli

Break from the Pact.Dream unto thee this wish I see
for myself, when my goals are set.
My debts paid in full and mind astray
I leave with her in my arms into the sunset.

We leave with a full tank of gas,
a mix CD and some clothes.
We drive for four hours, yet seems like ten
and when the rains come, how does it pour.

We ditch the car at the mile marker
after we run out of gas and power.
Then we walk backwards, hands held out
with a lucky road thumb by the hour.

Ride after ride, closer to the coast,
we sit and laugh and joke.
Living the American dream as we saw fit
if not the epitome of our hope.

We reached the coast and stowed for our ride
on a ship nam

Yo te tengoYo te tengo,
sentada en mi dedo meñique firme
y pesas
muchísimo, voy a partirme el dedo;

Pero sigues ahí, impasiva,
¿no te das cuenta del daño que me haces?
no quiero que te largues,
sólo déjame un espacio que me recupere;
necesito vendar este desastre
y pasar a otro nuevo
que día a día se me están acumulando.

Existen dos personas,
yo y la que vive,
y no, no se me ha olvidado el tipo,
llevo pensando en él décadas;
Pues no soy de ninguna manera una de las dos,
a mí me gusta considerarme una tercera que
observa,
o una cuarta si es que esa es tu creencia

Dolor de cabeza y abandonoTodavía me duele la cabeza...

He malgastado una tarde más,
la he apilado en un montón de tardes gastadas
y empiezo a tener miedo de esa gran montaña
porque como llegue a caerse acabaré aplastado.

Puede ser fruto de una profunda adicción,
pero el problema es que ésta forma parte de mí,
ahora solo pienso en lo fácil que es distraerme;
"Hay una esquina que sobresale del tejado,
si yo fuera spiderman saltaría...".

La luz me molesta en los ojos,
quiero leer a Benedetti,
pero se me olvida,
quiero salir a la calle,
pero tengo que vestirme,
y se me olvida.

Hoy se ha terminado el tiempo;
mañana será uno de esos días nuevos,
esos en los que piensas

I have fallenI have fallen
I could barely gain air
Shock is a luxury
As the blood drips from my hands
You leave me defenseless
My heart is still pounding
But thats ok
The rain comes down
From the inside and outside
It changes everything
When your life is signed over
Its easier to pretend
But I turn away
But only to come back
I have fallen
You come running back
When I embrace my demon
Suddenly the colors turn black and blue
I haven fallen
Strength isn't a option anymore
The rain turns to snow
Your drink is more bitter
But you still smile
I have fallen
When there is no more morphine left
You leave
The nights doesn't come without dosage
Fear is my only numbn

SANDCASTLES Like the sea WaSANDCASTLES

Like the sea
Washing out sandcastles
So are my memories
Of you

Timeless travelers
Through the cosmos
We met
Briefly again

And what was a beginning
Became and end
And the end
A new beginning

My teachers of Life
Are not magicians
With pointed hats
And painted stars
Draped in deep black

My teachers of Life
Are seemingly ruthless
And careless
About anything
But themselves

My teachers are the sea
Washing out my sandcastles
Leaving only the memory
Of what I used to be.

Boulder, Colorado, USA
March, 1984
Eleanor Astier

HelloHello, I am me,
I would like you to meet,
The real side of me.
I won't pretend to be,
What I am not to be,
In years or millenniums.
Yes, I may change and I also have,
Yes, I may change for the good or bad,
No, I will not be what you want me to be.
No, you cannot mold me.
I do what I want on my free will,
Sometimes I do right,
Sometimes I do wrong.
I learn from my mistakes,
I repeat them to learn again.
I love at times,
But I also hate at times.
You are different from me,
And so am I different from you.
You have your opinions,
And so do I but maybe not the same.
I might be weird to someone,
Or maybe a creeper left alone,
Or maybe the sunshine in someone's life,
Or maybe a sharp and harmful knife,
But at the end, I am me.
I am who I am,
And it has to be accepted,
By you, me and everyone else.
Hello, This is me

You Dont Know MeOstatnio on się nie stara,
wychodzi z niego poczwara.
Qrwami chętnie częstuje,
wulgaryzmem operuje.
A dlaczego się nie stara,
no bo pani go nie jara.
Na wiele sobie pozwala,
swoją złością więc nawala.
Tutaj nie ma tłumaczenia,
że coś robi od niechcenia.
No bo pani zaklepana,
myśli o nim już od rana.
Toteż będzie popychadłem,
którym on teraz zawładnie.
A więc z błędu wyprowadzam,
taka miłość - się nie zgadzam.
Nie ma - jestem zaklepana,
i przy tym poniewierana.
Miłość pragnie być kochana,
zate

Banale GespraecheIch träume von der Nacht
Und ich träume von geistigen Flügen
Alles, was sie reden ...
So banal!
Damit komm ich nicht klar.
Kratzen an der Oberfläche,
Stechen niemals rein.
Was mich stört,
Sind nicht die Themen,
Sondern wie schnell sie abgehandelt sind.
Denken, denken ... eine Qual?
Nein, der Seele höchster Genuss!
Warum verstehen sie das nicht?

Der Natur entstiegen Geboren Der Natur entstiegen

Geboren in der Natur ihr` Schoß,
geborgen in den Wurzeln,
greif in den Himmel und werde groß,
kaum begreifend, Stirnrunzeln.

Ihre Ruhe die Sicherheit spendend,
das Gras unter den Füßen,
sich ganz und gar abwended,
das Leben begrüßen.

Tauche ein in den Zeitraffer der Stadt,
sich selbst geklont,
bis jedes Ich eintausend Ichs hat,
nie verschont.

Sich vor sich selbst erschreckend,
ein Ich für jeden Raum,
Nähe suchend, einsam versteckend,
Sehnsucht nach dem Weltenbaum.

Genug vom Kämpfen, Verlieren, Besiegen.
Vergessen wer man ist, wie man heißt,
sich in seiner Selbst

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by ~xXxAnomalyzoOo, May 31, 2011, 8:13:09 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Concrete Poetry

"Hello", a popular habit,
Something we've all said before,
Until "Hey" sneaked through the cliques,
And walked through "Hello's" door.

Something gleaming in the sky,
(A shooting star they say),
Unfortunate secrets kept untold,
Helicopters left in dismay.

Fluttering around my head,
Deceiving dreams haunt me,
When I take the wrong path again,
And believing begins to haunt me.

Memories tossing themselves at my window,
Begging to be remembered,
Reluctant, I let them in,
And warily surrendered.

Breezy mornings collecting junk,
And piling them by the roads,
The dumpster trucks rattle by,
And that's the way it goes.

Waiting here impatiently,
For summer and it's lemonade,
Piling books on lazy days,
And reading beneath tomorrow's shade.

Searching for who I am,
From an interesting story so far,
A complicated mess of words,
I am and you are.