Think Forward.

El Hombre Galan

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Believe in nothing and all the possibilities of the universe exist.
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Perfect Imperfection 596

She has beautiful imperfection The right kind of right The sad song played happily when the black dog critic cries here after her Fragility and lies from un-cropped truth- this is something entirely surreal Hold on to embrace her necessity, and life gives life to her again The failed faucets of memories are for the taking- hurry up, love and let’s start to make mementos See the seas to sight and songs played loudly, quiet between the space of us I am trust and bare bones, I see the perfect imperfection in passing lines formed on your face Imperfection by society's eyes and mouth, unmoved and unbreakable determination - you make the bitter taste sweet. You are perfect imperfection.

Divided by time and Diluted by the days 599

What you are is the resistance to yourself - exhausting life and preserving it at the same time- until you are not here. Rest from rest Work from work Is this not what life is - self-examination of the self, the echo you hear that comes to you, not from you. My thoughts are not mine then- they come to me from whom? I am this, the I behind I - or my mind behind my mind. Rest from rest Work from work I’m divided by time, diluted by the days ahead of me, I am what is left over 20 yrs, 30 yrs, and more. How much can I give each day? What will be left? How does this end? The perfect start to a bad ending? A bad start with a perfect end? Rest from rest Work from work Have you preserved and exhausted yourself and lived a full life in the best way you could? If not, try again!

Be Free From Yourself 600

What are we waiting for? You and I Living and dying in an eternal day Waiting for the light to fade away? I lie in the bed at night to read or see the stars, and I feel 1000 pounds on me- because life holds and presses hard, not because of difficulty. I can beat life, but it presses hard and holds me down because I am waiting; waiting for what? I have ideas. Our lives have been turned in on themselves, and now we wait for things to happen—most of the time. I don’t think we waited much in the past for things, and maybe we will wait more in the future. This cannot be good. Are some of us still in conflict with this- I don’t like waiting, and I am restless. It is time to make things happen and free myself of this feeling.

"She" 4180

She held on her the life struggle with grace Time to time and over, breaks made haste Tears wet ran down her face But she prevailed and found her way Loving herself and letting her dark thoughts stay In the moments the task at hand, she has nothing to worry and believes she can In the end after time has passed She will look back and have a laugh and remember the times tough and true We are not our thoughts ----------- we are what we do

"Perfect Mistakes" 3747

You cannot make mistakes They are perfect moments to the art of your life You cannot have perfection Because it's the flaws that make you the most beautiful

"The Ones" 3643

We crave “the ones” that need salvation We crave “the ones” that face starvation Not for saving or comforting our souls The wall “the ones” they climb, brings them to us We are the rope, the strong rope they need. Tattered, frayed and a little torn but able to hold giants

"Violently in Love" 3229

It was written on her, the poetry of beauty, prose holding struggle and experience Buried in night, wrapped in warm arms Empty space gone and air escapes two sunken bodies An embrace lost in time, I am yours and you are mine The warmth of your skin burns, turns me to ash The sight of you makes my thoughts bleed Your hands dissolve me slowly The taste of you poisons my senses. You have made me bare-boned and raw, I am endless Your existence creates standing water that runs deep in my soul Will you come to me? I will wait. How soon is now? With you is a place where time does not exist.

"Just Be" 2903

Lovers love the faint blue sea, bluer than blue, like the aftermath of a bended knee Readers read the words that paint you through my eyes, the words they whisper, all of them lies Doers do, the deeds that have proper morals and wronged righteousness, the priest and politicians, never are missed Kissers kiss the lips of lovers and poets, creating fire in ones own heart, the more you kiss the hotter it starts Killers kill the authenticity of life and art with their normalized judgments for what they cannot do So, please remember to love, read, do, and kiss as your life will be almost through

"The hard truth of loving" 2960

I am this love to you I’ll pick you up all the times you are blue I’ll shelter you from the rain, wipe you tears and absorb your pain— never waiving in front of you- conquering, ambitious, risky, poetic, passionate, sexy and raw, I’ll ask you to enter but then you crawl But I say for these ideals and truths of us to last, what is your love to me when you take off that mask? What is your love, you offer to me? For the days and nights to set me free. What is your love that takes me from this place? What is your love that opens up me? What is it you have to offer, average love will not due because we are not the love common for two I ask you again, what is your love that is my end? What is your love that cannot bend?

"You" 3020

Angry, lost, and afraid- in world I never made Raging, sadness, and rotten- I, in a world, time has forgotten Until her She gave peace, mind, and strength She holds me tight and gives my darkness the kindest light- to be happy with such happiness You are the good that goodness gets to be

"Dancing in the Rain" 2966

She reminded him of no one He was trapped in a dream he wanted He had demons that danced with perfect vulgar in her night that never ended Je suis es noir- he is the black Je suis es blanc- she is the white She needed him like she needs the light She hides from him in the shadows, but he owns the night He was all she never wanted, emotionally complex, and couldn’t understand He was barbed wire on a bloody heart She was all he never wanted, complex emotionally, and understands couldn't She was an anvil made of glass It wasn’t anything but everything, like beautiful demolition The life that breaths life The good that makes bad feel good These words that could not be said, only seen in stares with my eyes Dancing in perfect laughter until we see the sun rise