The greatest

once i wanted to be the greatest

no wind or waterfall could stall me

and then came the rush of the flood

stars of night turned deep to dust
melt me down

into big black armor

leave no trace of grace

just in your honor

lower me down

to culprit south

make'em wash a space in town

for the leadand the dregs of my bed

i've been sleepinlower me down

pin me insecure the grounds

for the later parade

once i wanted to be the greatest

two fists of solid rock

with brains that could explain any feelin

lower me down

pin me in

secure the grounds

for the leadand the dregs of my bed

i've been sleepinfor the later parade

once i wanted to be the greatest

no wind or waterfall could stall me

and then came the rush of the flood

stars of night turned deep to dust

Razones

What a sad beautiful day it is
to meet your projection before my yellow eyes
and all those miles i ran to escape you
leaned, bowed exhausted to me
in front of your knife you held against me
and my pulse for you
i declared peace
and kissed you with my eyes
what a paranormal im living
fisting to be unleashed violently
expelled from your vaginea of me
no room for love in your red red red room
inside your blue blue blue bed
And i came here to learn what you taught me
to live in the most beautiful fraud in the world
to be "Cinema is a fantasy we cannot but live in"
Sleep my darling, sleep in your only memory of me,
and ill sing you a lullabie to close your eyes,
open them later on on d, d, d,
Death, honey, Death...

and you still here...

I griefed you within him

sunglasses away from me

sun and glasses

my intimacy got shy

raising blood to my eyes

quivering the air i cant smell

for lack of lacking.

blind glasses

corrupted my thoughts

to inflame my wound

again.

I would love to stay

but im in hurry

nothingness is waiting

for my presence.

Suddenly, i found her

surrended by holes

staring with no feeling

in the eye

judged by an addiction

that doesnt exist.

and then, my pupil

caressed slowly your

mind, your nerves, your me.

Langue muette

how long will i last before your pride
decides to break these bars of silence..
Im suffocating my love
immersed by the grace of your fears
and the final danger shant be death
im afraid ending up deathless
caught between sweet bitterness
living in a neighborhood where
void is my only neighbour
and some notes of melodies
to remind me of my constant
nonexistence
and always draw upon my empty face
a smile expensively paid for from mother
Cinema ...

larva

if you were a snail, would you walk on my bare
and imbibe all the heat on the back of my neck ?
and oh, how beautiful i will feel
If you were a snail, would you hide me in the darkness
of your shell and shower me with your holy saliva ?
and all the significant waters of the world will turn tasteless
If you were a snail, would you give the honor to sit
and watch you little piece of meat and coiled shell
taking the whole of my presence ?
would you?, little snail, haunts me body and soul like
a demon?
Im a fallen angel, little snail, begged God to get expelled
so i can rest in your slavery
i love you little snail, you have no eyes
at least not ones that can see...

Miscellaneous

Elderly Klamath woman photographed by Edward S. Curtis in 1924

i am only a widow
whose husband is still
alive
on a bed of gravel, i layed
jilted, dead, white widow
and my spouse is alive
still
and i become the ure of
Reliability theory
whole of me is motionless
but my tears
bitterly fed by your
Senescence
and each time my body
trembles of blackness
and nicotine
hoping to lose remembrance
i remember
that its a grace i was prevented
from
so i think of you
and the thought of you
makes me wet, the smell remains
relic in the locks of my hair
touching my mouth.. my lips.. my nose
half a human
fearless
careless
tempted by nothing, enjoying this nothingness
and that claustrophobia you enticed me to
whole of me
inside of me, inside of that little dark small red place
called heart
pumping stones not blood
and it hurt
the ring in my middle finger

old and yellow, ugly yellowness

and i sank , i sank i sank and you

watching me sinking and sinking

just watching

I wonder, where is your conscience

sleeping

then, i take a look only to find it

deep down in this ocean, next to me

laying scared, weak, quivering from cold.