sitting wanting missing
loving staring dreaming
hoping & wishing
for you you you you you.
do you miss me,
my angel?
yo siempre te amare
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The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell -- in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond.
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from The One Percent Doctrine-
They ask "Are we safe, are we safe yet?" -even people who should know better- ... you look for handles, a framework from the familiar, to make sense of the solemn insanity of this life, deep inside the so- called 'war on terror'and you realize you're neck-deep in a global game of Marco Polo in an ocean-sized pool- but all of it deadly serious, winner take all. It's terrible in that pool. Especially when its deathly quiet- the way it is in the months after 9/11- and no one is answering when you yell 'Marco' and you only feel the occasional whoosh as your opponent silently passes, and you snap around while images of burnings buildings and exploding planes dance behind your closed eyelids.
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Favorite Works
* ALL disorderly- asylum door
* Don't Fall in Love with a Poet
* abortion 101
* She bends her arms to look like wings.
* Angel, scabbed are your severed wings
* our last breath
* Cats and Dogs
* I‘ll be with you, when I’m gone
* In Abandon
* That One
* On mothers dying.
* Mommy's Resentment
* Between Beats of Your Heart
* She Was Mine
* Returning Back Home
* November Sun
* The Devil Wouldn't Buy my Soul
* Lost to shadows
* reflecting windows
* Greener Grass???
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i write for the same reason i breathe... because if i didn't, i would die. *Asmiov*
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MOZARTS REQUIEM
Confutatis maledictis,________________When the wicked are confounded,
Flammis acribus addictis:_____________Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,
Voca me cum benedictis._____________Call me, with Thy Saints surrounded.
Oro supplex et acclinis,_______________Low I kneel, with heart submission!
Cor contritum quasi cinis:_____________See, like ashes my contrition!
Gere curam mei finis._________________Help me in my last condition!
