The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013
"What's your story?"
"you seem interesting."
I reply, "NOW." (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really,
often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one...
she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone
tho solo she stands
tallest green blade
each time the oily blade passes above
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks
gold flows throughout waves
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed
by her entice
hands free of envy
no webs to spin
she will divide you
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you
baby of zero maybes
as clarity lent us its giant umbrella
her lipstick smacked my tongue
we never looked back
I once told a lie
as I looked her in the eyes
LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL
I just smashed a bowl
CB is a troll
In both sense
Wandering through minds of the unforgiven
As they irrationally spill their metaphorical hearts
Chorizo con huevos,
Tortillas, frijoles y papas.
Chorizo con huevos,
Tortillas, frijoles y papas.
Chile verde, Yo quiero,
Dame filete de pescado.
Carnitas, huevos rancheros.
Carnitas, huevos rancheros.
The Quakers, being religiously persecuted, set sail from expatriated England;
they were the first settlers to reach the shore of New England: a free land!
Later the Puritans came and settled in other eastern, bustling colonies
seeking the same religious freedom, but their urge was stronger than dreams.
Many moved westward on foot, on horseback and on overloaded wagons...
exploring the American wilderness plundered by indigenous Indians;
they searched for grassland everywhere, to let their cattle roam and graze;
first they built wooden shacks on vast, lush prairies full of Queen Ann's Lace.
And out of this American westward expansion, came the fearless pioneers,
who sought gold mines...despite the wild cowboys causing troubles
with heavy drinking and desire for unscrupulous women, seeking money and pleasure,
who served them more whisky and lured them to a room with a demeaning measure.
Beyond the Rocky Mountains' and the Appalachians Mountains' skies,
these diligent pioneers obtained wealth with sweat and sacrifices...
changing and shaping the wild landscapes of arable land,
avoiding the drudgery of getting stuck in mud and sand.
or tired love?
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!
our skills..talents..gifts,that we have..
these are our tools..weapons..instruments
and we just want to live..
put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles..
some of us are the fans and the royalty
they watch people like me do what needs to be done...
people like me..we just want to live
so we use our weapons and do what we have to..
we didnt choose for it to be like this..
we watch the fortunate crowd the seats of this coliseum called life..
and they watch us jump back and forth through shades of color..
they judge us...
but we just want to live
Anguish taunts through a barbed wire fence with edged grasp
Actions in which human beings rebel against a holy God
Miss their purpose for their lives
Surrender to the prince of the power of the air more then God
Cause all of their deeds were evil!
An eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision
Push back the pain with radiant guide
Does this notion in thought come at any big surprise?
Weak willed tyrants from the flood of dispinsation
Shattered fragments loosed in gloom climatic abrasion
Parts unknown from the setting of the sun
Leading gullible women captive under the false cloak of compromise
Abortion on demand
When will they ever understand?
Blood shed in our streets
Evil tyrants from elected officials overly prideful taunt & pull!
We each our responsible for our actions before a holy God
Those who claim to be in the know?
These are the one's on sifted sand,
Through days filled with both anger & pain
When will we understand?
When quaint desolation sets in;
Kings & Queens of the Earth...
On a vast pilgrimage in truth;
We then make plans for tomorrow amidst the given sorrow
Yet one can so easily see...
Through a lone blade of grass to flee
To then react in bitter torn silence
In solemn vows yet taken amidst
Shades of grass yet torn asunder
Some even bother to kiss?
That very day they were actually born
Let us continue to be kind today
Amidst a broadened populace that has simply gone astray
To stay attached as fruit is on the vine
A mighty path created by a great design
Through inner pain & misery;
Although amidst divers path drifting as in mockery
Kings & queens of the Earth,
Now is the time to stop lifting up your skirt!
I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.
Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone
No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow.
Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold.
The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.
This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.
I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being
Hoe bites, turning earth
Rain falls bringing life anew
Cool on sunburned skin
Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by
Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul
Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory
Fresh water arises with the scent
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all
The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist
A flower will start off as a simple bud/
It then will grow forth !
As when birds in Summer tend to move North/
Yet as the flower may bloom/
There is often found room in which to grow,
Have a positive mindset in life,
There will be many storms !
Yet we all must not allow them,
To dictate what may happen in the future/
Today be a positive light to a darkened place/
Live by example !
Cause many people are watching !
They will be looking for some hidden quality,
Hence, a bit of understanding/
Perhaps it's determination or a great sense of integrity !
Yet without cement to hold a brick it will eventually fall/
This isn't some store bought item that one gets at their nearby mall,
Let all your words be few yet sweet and sincere/
For far too many people in life,
That don't even bother to care/
Just then a little bird had whispered in my ear/
Yet none the worse for wear,
The heart is deceitful above all things !
Still who can know it ?
A true friend is rather polite and sincere/
To the one who will often show it,
Set the standard high for yourself !
For whether you fall,
You will know in your heart/
That you gave it better then some college Joe try,
Try to keep your mind on just one thing/
For this is the essential key to your success !
Life has an unseen, funny side...
more thrilling than a pony's ride;
am I so discouraged and doubtful without a realistic insight,
to give upon my half-won battles,
and the people who seem uncaring?
But does it mean that no flame is burning,
and the hands on the clock have stopped moving;
how long have you known me and didn't see my woes?
O friends, I don't mask myself under disguise,
and I don't hide beyond the false smiles to genuinly express myself;
anything I say or do is a pure delight and surprise!
Externally I may seem friendly and affectionate,
but internally I churn the bitter reality of my plight:
a lonely seeking the unlonely on the edge of a cliff,
where his voice is stronger than the hot wind;
a fearless voice echoing amid the massive and rugged canyons of the desert!
Come rain, and soothe my thirst with your raindrops, wash my hands and feet
that need to rest after the longest and remotest jeourney;
in a dark cave, I will find refuge and by the crackling fire I'll sleep!
And peeking through the shadows, I'll see many stars twinkling to keep me company;
and what else, beside this guitar can cheer up a lonely seeking the unlonely?
Huddled under this warm blanket, I'm too confortable to go hunting, although I'm hungry;
beer and chili are enough to fill up my belly until light shimmers through the thick fog,
then would I feel like a lonely seeking the unlonely...if the pelting rain inspired a song?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Under a witch’s moon
blows the wind that blows within
she sings her songs
in out of tune
In her troubled heart
sorrow blows across her soul
on a restless storm
going . . . . away
Her slender shoulders carry weight
who looks inside and weeps
God you were a friend
a river winding
through valleys dark
where you have gone
Where endless deserts end
sand catches between her toes
scuffing pretty plumes
of prismed moonlight
A curious outlook was once made in exploration
Shifted in the sand of some newest invasion
A frantic waste in some Payton Place
Through twisted logic one may learn
A swift variation in some dream then sublime
Tainted by the ever increasing worry of the day
Long stemmed roses a purple type of haze
A ham hardly eaten even though it clearly wasn't glazed
Moonglow over Miami
Moonglow in my memory
Moonglow over the sunbeam
A pictoral montage of design through the influx caught in time
We mix words filtered through a sorted disgust of intellect
Being exposed to the elements
Then in direct response to its vested choice prediction
Was their something else that you have been wishing
Moonglow may turn over a brand new episode
In direct correlation to a dream while living in a vile world filled with mean!
On sunlit days through the briars & hate
Those who claim to be something when they are nothing?
Those who have tremendous tombstones for eyes,
Does this come at any big surprise?
The prince of the air who doesn't even care!
Viscious long hanging fangs that bite in the night to fright!
We stand erected in front of the mirror
A glistening aura filtered through hope in logical & happiness
The twilight sun had tainted my inner vision
In coping stregnth with logic & scope
In instant fervor with power & stregnth
A promise that was once made in the dark has now come into its fullest of light
To help light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for,
Shining diamonds full of circles in certain peril asunder
Abortion on demand when will we ever understand ?
Decisions that were once made in the dark
Have now again come to its fullest of lights
Homeless in our streets
A branch once twisted then fallen headlong through the wind tempted to once again regain;
The instant knock on the door let us convert after repentance to suddenly explore so much more !
A solution from the very presence of reality
Tombstones for eyes in their evil vested eternity !
I think that I shall never see
A cowboy that eats toe-foo—
Sech a dern thang jest could not be
In this ol’ bunkhouse crew!
Real men eats beef an’ pork an’ beans—
And all thangs within their reach—
Us real cowpokes drink coffee black—
Turn noses up at quiche!
Veggies should stay in ranch gardens—
These lips will taste no yogurt!
Good stew and biscuits make amends—
Seaweed makes bellies hurt!
Give us jerky or give us death—
Give us beans till we’re all blue—
But with all your strength and your breath—
Don’ serve us no toe-foo!
It always seemed year after year
When Thanksgivin’ time came near—
That Toothie, our ol’ grouch coosie
Fixed chow that was a doozie.
And every year he just swore
Would be better that before—
‘Course it always was just jerky
And not tasty wild turkey!
This year Toothie was diffident—
Swore it would be different—
Got mouths waterin’ fer drumsticks
And no more of his dumb tricks.
And sure ‘nuff on that turkey day,
It was roastin’ right away—
Though it sure looked long and skinny—
We wouldn’t whine or whinny.
Though it did seem to have long ears,
None of us had any fears—
And we belched as was our habit
Though we knew it was jack rabbit!
That feast turned out to be our best
On a campfire I would guess—
Ol’ Toothie sure enough came through
With his roasted ‘turkey’ stew.
So it would be a year again
Till that coosie was our friend—
When he promised again the bird
And we took him on his word!
GOODNIGHT, MRS CALABASH, WHERE-EVER YOU ARE!!
Only us older folks would remember this Jimmy Durante saying he closed his
T.V. show with every week......
Summer time hits
and I feel like s.h.i.t
Can't control this feeling inside of me
I feel out of place
I can't keep up with this race
I'm constantly falling backwards
Why does this always have to be me
I'm just a scared little girl
being force to grow up
I have to face this world
but they've denied me entry
and it seems like everyone else
has made it
everyone knows exactly what to do
and here I sit so out of place
and I don't know what to do
So why do I feel
So useless inside
It's how you made me feel
when my access got denied
I got denied the world
Everyone keeps telling me I have to do something
I can't just sit on my a.s.s
and expect things to happen
But how am I suppose to
I need your help
Why do I feel