pause
to pause
i must
please allow me time
and forgive
the unexpected absence
cells are ill, medicated, and regenerating
eager to rethink, return and rearrange
revamp, and if necessary,
to restart
i will if
i must
play-work-play
okay, okay
curious to hear
anxious to know
what wonders
can your hands
your brain
and your days form
if your work is your play
i anticipate
it must
elate
to keep you working so late.
what do i do?
i love music
i love work
and both are my play
don't know if can or not
sing with my own voice
but i will sing somehow
for you, tonight
sultry Spanish guitars
new sounds will bring
to my ears
and the vibe of life's own voice
will transmit
a song
to you, so hear-here
where are the poets?
pardon the intrusion
but, why the silence?
at the risk of a frown,
your previous dialogue
is missed by some readers,
should you decide there's more material
to share
a solid crowd will be peering through your words
of care
that up to now read so sincere.
yo - your rhymes
so dope and smooth
liquid and free to fly
yo - you made me pull out my paper
and old songs
for real, girl, are you still a girl
you must be, though you say your soul
a man can be, i hope, not trapped inside
'cause a friendly, fun man for you, i can be
and don't let my subject line mislead
a smile is all i wanna' draw
a frown if you have one
we can correct
with your rhymes and my songs
we can improve
my thoughts and yours
we can unite, in mimeo
entwine the alphabet
the dictionary
and the thesaurus
all the sounds, yo!
player can play, here is a taker
yo - your rhymes
so dope and smooth
liquid and free to fly
yo - you made me pull out my paper
and old songs
let the music in your heart flow.
player can play: love is the prize
Echo + Zonic
Zonic + Echo
love is so strange that it even affects chemistry and physics
combustion is a loving chemical reaction.
in combustion there are two elements combined:
... combustible, and
... comburent, where
Combustible can be fuel, wood or any kind of carbon mass which,
under specific temperature conditions and enough quantities of oxygen,
will generate a spontaneous source of energy in the form of heat, light and sound.
Hence, in our loving relationships we all are either combustible or comburent
and thence the amount of each part will determine
the heat generation and the intensity of our relationship.
I agree, you should be the comburent for the rest of our combustion, until there is no more carbon left in our lives!
OYE-oxe-oyemé-pero esCUchamé
i repeat i repeat
say it 1 more time, xuduxuxhu
tooodoo, and I say, I repeat I repeat
to you, this whisper, tuning my song
clearing just a bit of an old and rusty voice
'cause I've been crying like a youngster
raspy sighs invade me but can't locate her
the road I marked yesterday
can't be recalled today
what did I say that made me so right
before her pretty almond eyes
the caramel that spilled from her gaze dripped on
open wounds
resealed
instantly.
toooodoo, and I say, I repeat ee I repeat
whispering along the waves in your pulse
exploding brightly with your chant
instantly
healed
open heart.
mariposa
hay una flor en la tierra
que hara parte de mi huella
adornara mi sonrisa
con brillantes de mi abuela
el sudor de diego
labra el tallado
y me da el beso
permanente
que le quiere dar a mi mente
eternamente
y hay una flor en la tierra
permanentemente
ella hace una huella
mi sonrisa
adorna la
mariposa
esa flor que es de mi tierra
la mariposa es la
mas bella huella
de mi abuela
eternamente
el disco
toca
solo en 16, salta un poquito
pero usted disculpe, ya no vienen como antes
el disquito
tan bonito
y hay una flor en la tierra
permanentemente
ella hace una huella
mi sonrisa
adorna la
mariposa
la maripo
oh-o-sa
the nicest thing
there's something i have to tell you
you might think it's odd
of me to say it
you might laugh at my corny visage
or not
it's just something that i have to say
and i have to say it to you
whenever i see something beautiful and nice
you are there with me, sharing it
i want to show you all the nicest things i've seen
and erase the dark and gloomy spots away
from your vision
only the nice parts for your eyes.
only the happy words
for your ears
nothing to make you cry
like you do when
the wrongs of the world
bring forth tears
i have something to say:
you have a much better smile than frown.
it is the nicest thing my eyes have seen to date.
Don’t know what direction
These songs are coming from
Don’t know what dimension
These sounds are floating from
Once they’re said they live forever
Soaring the world from east to west
Without a rest
Tell me
If you can,
The letters,
Where were they created?
Who strung vowels to the babbles
Of the lands beyond the mountains
Stymied subatomic birth of words
And wings to fly away
And back
Again
Without a rest
Do you like
The voices filled with freedom noises
Do you feel you can
Respond to pain without a face today?
Can you state a soothing declaration
To warm the hearts of
Lonely sparkles from the eyes
Of little smiles
Without a rest
We all come from this or that
And this and that
String, breed or creed
Too many lands in combination
To describe the wealth
Of my cosmic race
She runs highly-flavored
Without a rest
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