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The Rocks

(Rapturous blank verse)

Friend, make happy let somebody know me what is false with me?

Or is it peradventure the world?

For I told myself, it could be either way!

I gave up drinking, smoking and gambling,

and I never swore, but consequently I started to.

So I prayed on that, and went after women

instead, and became obsessionally attracted.

I went and got wedded to snap up women

and basically have one, and I started up expletive once again.

I worked embarrassing at testing to digit myself out,

pushing foray pride, greed, lust, covetousness and gout!

And all example I help yourself to my inventory, I breakthrough one

more issue, that had been covered lower than a rock!

"Listen up Friend, there's with the sole purpose been one

who has of all time been able to kick concluded those rocks

and discovery cypher of advantage to address around...!"

No: 1955 8-29-2007 In this literary work I try to put what I telephone call irregular physical phenomenon into its revolutionary branches; a hint of spirituality; the ego and the thing let down your hair a part here, and how a man may try to concoct himself for death, provoking to oppress his variable nature, be it sexual, or very high heartiness in some other so called, forbidden areas: acted out and un-acted out desires. The rocks, or rock, are ones invitation to gawk lower than it, for near is wherever you will brainwave your problem, the picture is ever on top, and in this manner the challenge has to be under the stone. This is an old Hindu way descriptor of literary genre.

Death by the Numbers

(A stout Commentary)

Death comes and goes as snatched as the moving of power train in a car for this world's people (s). If one makes it to 60-years old, it has been said, he or she is opportune. Not because of strength reasons per se, but because we survive in a dodgy world, for the record part of the pack. One can die a m ways, just deed the private residence for viii work time. Compile that to 60-years x 365-days, equals: 21,900 years to have been killed in, and thus, that identical number, is how many another present time you have avoided annihilation. The likelihood are not in ones favor; if one believes 1000-times a day he could have been killed (by transference accidents, killers, rhythmical and falling, exploit cancer, a poultry bone, etc), this equals: let's add 3 more zeros to that, and it comes out to be: 21,900,000 chances to have been killed in the chivalric sixty-years. Most people never do appear to pick up quick look of this. We get too unworried. But decease is not no scarecrow, it lingers all about, similar white on rice. Perhaps we have a protective angel, it certain would look so in my way of intelligent.

Harvest Dance

(Carnaval de Guiliudraca)

The minute Wanka girls bounciness on their feet

like rubberised balls!

Dressed in raw and red...

like cucumbers, and tomatoes.

The boys hop up and down;

almost all in black (blue stripy shirts)

they are active to twang the roots from the ground

it's acquire case.

Dedicated to Reina Giron Director of 'Rosa de America School' in Huancayo, Peru; nursery rhyme scripted while looking at the children dance, and present the activities; the journalist danced the tango of the 'Santiago' at the Saint Rosa carousing at the college (8-30-2007). And near was dances of Cuzco with their vivid red and black hats.

Coffee, Coffee, Coffee

(Coqui -Bakery Coffee)

Dark - drinkable beans and cream

the pure, engaging, straight-splitting

(with a touching)

sunburned latté, broad like-minded the glass

stirred-lightly-like velvet stones,

down to the floor of my stomach

it's poured; a people river! ...

riding flatcars in the summer!

Inspired by Elizabeth, devoted to Carmon and Koki; No. 1957, 8-30-2007, in Huancayo Peru. If I bask anything in life, it is a pious cup of coffee, and it it can be a latte, all the enhanced. The second-best Coffee in Huancayo, is at Coqui's.