I FELT I WAS A PILLAR
UNBREAKABLE
STRONG
WHO KNEW THE CRACKS WITHIN
CAN'T KEEP TOGETHER
PIECES...
PIECES OF ME
ONE STRONG, LIKE I ONCE WAS
ONE WEAK, AS I AM NOW
MENDING MY WOUNDS
FIXING MY CRACKS
PREVENTING THE CRACKS HE MAY ONE DAY ENDURE
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
My Goodbye....
It’s really hard to say goodbye
I don’t really want to leave you
But now she found your heart
And must my soul
stay away from you forever…
What we shared was a special secret
But deep down I’ve lost your heart
So now I have to go away forever
For you will be happy and I will be lost.
I don’t really want to leave you
But now she found your heart
And must my soul
stay away from you forever…
What we shared was a special secret
But deep down I’ve lost your heart
So now I have to go away forever
For you will be happy and I will be lost.
A Pocket full of Trees...
I love to hug trees. I'd hug them right now, but I'm not. Curious eyes will start to stare, perhaps chuckle, and I'm not one to entertain. Besides, I'd probably stumble over something and try to catch my own fall with some minor cussing. Who knows-but I'm clumsy as hell, and not a lot of people know that. Anywho, about these trees...with the many I see around here with the exception of the trio that live before me-Panam could have more. My mom says that I have a 'pocket full of trees', because I seem to love them so. If Bella (my dog; my daughter; my pit; my head tilter) could talk back, she'd probably tell me to feed her more and not be daydreaming over a tree. I'm glad she doesn't...she's the bonecrusher afterall, and who knows what the outcome would be.
The sound of water is sooooo relaxing...almost seductive-well, extremely sexy. The closer I am to the sound, the more I feel relaxed. Oh my, the music I now hear-the trombone. What a fascinating insturment indeed. The bass-sounds as if the trombone is playing games with the H2O I hear splashing. If I were barbaric-wait!...sometimes I am...but what if I were feeling like unleashing my inner barbaric-ness, I'd rip off my clothes like a beast and throw myself in this water, without a care in the world. Now I must tinkle....
So, I'm back and I now hear a guitar. I only heard it for a short while, but the water-still very soothing. I saw a woman with silver hair pass by with a huge suitcase. She's probably carrying a dead body in there. I'm waiting for the guitar sound to distract me, because I feel like jumping into that little circle of water with no clothes-no cotton. Ugh, I don't like being around a couple of love birds. Okay, she likes you-you like her- so just kiss and jet. And this guitar sound-sounds too churchy. I told the guy playing it-he smiled. What a great...quick distraction-this group of young men-music men. They seem interesting. One of them had long wavy hair, looked like hundreds of tattoos, and a Pink Floyd tee shirt on. he was remarkably quiet. I figured he bust out into heavy metal mode, release his tied hair, and start head banging. He didn't. Another guy looked as if he was one of the members of the Big Bad VooDoo Daddy. He wasn't. He laughed pretty funny-made me chuckle. You know, I like musical fellas-they sing to me. Whatever the genre-I appreciate it. Even in this case-the churchy sound, mixed with a slight sound of country and classical-all worth absorbing while I sit here listening to the water splash.
The sound of water is sooooo relaxing...almost seductive-well, extremely sexy. The closer I am to the sound, the more I feel relaxed. Oh my, the music I now hear-the trombone. What a fascinating insturment indeed. The bass-sounds as if the trombone is playing games with the H2O I hear splashing. If I were barbaric-wait!...sometimes I am...but what if I were feeling like unleashing my inner barbaric-ness, I'd rip off my clothes like a beast and throw myself in this water, without a care in the world. Now I must tinkle....
So, I'm back and I now hear a guitar. I only heard it for a short while, but the water-still very soothing. I saw a woman with silver hair pass by with a huge suitcase. She's probably carrying a dead body in there. I'm waiting for the guitar sound to distract me, because I feel like jumping into that little circle of water with no clothes-no cotton. Ugh, I don't like being around a couple of love birds. Okay, she likes you-you like her- so just kiss and jet. And this guitar sound-sounds too churchy. I told the guy playing it-he smiled. What a great...quick distraction-this group of young men-music men. They seem interesting. One of them had long wavy hair, looked like hundreds of tattoos, and a Pink Floyd tee shirt on. he was remarkably quiet. I figured he bust out into heavy metal mode, release his tied hair, and start head banging. He didn't. Another guy looked as if he was one of the members of the Big Bad VooDoo Daddy. He wasn't. He laughed pretty funny-made me chuckle. You know, I like musical fellas-they sing to me. Whatever the genre-I appreciate it. Even in this case-the churchy sound, mixed with a slight sound of country and classical-all worth absorbing while I sit here listening to the water splash.
Monday, September 29, 2008
LlEgAsTe
Al fin llegaste a mi vida,
Para llenarla de alegria.
Anterior todo era tristeza,
Pero ahora todo es belleza.
Para llenarla de alegria.
Anterior todo era tristeza,
Pero ahora todo es belleza.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Fruits of the Earth
The Peace of the gentle breeze;
The blueness of the sky;
The love of the earth;
The longing in people's eyes.
The gentleness of the butterflies;
Being free in the air;
The meekness of the grass;
Below all and bare.
The temperance of the tree trunk;
Baring the load of the weight;
The humbleness it has for the tree;
Being perfect mates.
The blueness of the sky;
The love of the earth;
The longing in people's eyes.
The gentleness of the butterflies;
Being free in the air;
The meekness of the grass;
Below all and bare.
The temperance of the tree trunk;
Baring the load of the weight;
The humbleness it has for the tree;
Being perfect mates.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Aun sin Conocerte
Guadalupe Tijerina
Aun sin conocerte te llegue a querer
Aun sin conocerte te senti en mi
Mi Corazon latia junto al tuyo de alegria
La esperanza de verte y tenerte en mi latia
El dia que te perdi, de dolor y angustia yo tambien moria
Como fue no lo se…. un gran hueco dejaste en mi
Te perdi, te llore, porque aun sin tenerte te llegue a querer.
Aun sin conocerte te llegue a querer
Aun sin conocerte te senti en mi
Mi Corazon latia junto al tuyo de alegria
La esperanza de verte y tenerte en mi latia
El dia que te perdi, de dolor y angustia yo tambien moria
Como fue no lo se…. un gran hueco dejaste en mi
Te perdi, te llore, porque aun sin tenerte te llegue a querer.
Las Chicas guapas de Pan Am
Guadalupe Tijerina
Las chicas guapas de Pan Am, they are tall, slender güeras.
Some wear tennis shoes, others high heels.
Some wear jeans, others short vestidos
Las chicas guapas de Pan Am, walk around with an expression on their face that says “Stop what are you doing, and look at me”
They laugh, they smile.
Others talk on their phone for a while.
Las chicas guapas de Pan Am, like channel glasses and channel purses.
They care only for fashion and whatever is going.
Las chicas guapas de Pan Am, they are tall, slender güeras.
Some wear tennis shoes, others high heels.
Some wear jeans, others short vestidos
Las chicas guapas de Pan Am, walk around with an expression on their face that says “Stop what are you doing, and look at me”
They laugh, they smile.
Others talk on their phone for a while.
Las chicas guapas de Pan Am, like channel glasses and channel purses.
They care only for fashion and whatever is going.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
A visit outside
I really enjoyed being outside for class today. The setting brought a sense of peace to my mind. Being away from the classroom setting brings my mind to an ease. It was also a beautiful day. The location was very peaceful. We were all sitting outside under three huge trees that gave off plenty of shade. This gave me time away from my worries at home.
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