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Flan

The perfect dessert for me.
For it has the perfect texture , so consistent throughout.
It's gelatinous yet doughy body that is so sweet to the soul , tongue and mouth.
So beautiful and understating just like the perfect spouse.
But Pardon my manners If sometimes I wish to touch you with my hands and skip even using the spoon or fork.
Skip from I got to wait till you're done, to I can't wait to have some more.

Flan

Have had memories of you and I since back when grandmamma wasn’t so old,
and all I had to do was worry about what my abuelitos and parents told me.
When I finally saw you , suga it was like a dream come true.
Even if I was heavier than I should’ve been at 8 ,I would always take care of you.
And please listen to what I say because it’s only natural that as a former fat boy my words would also carry much weight.

Flan

There are so many types of you.
I've had the worst and the one's in between worse and in between.
But I've matured enough to expand my sense of taste and have acquired more than one sweet tooth.
But to only find out they don't even compare to you.

Flan

With your culinary curves it's almost as If I dishonored you with my failed homemade homages.
But can you blame my senses if I feel cozy around you?
Even though my comfort is only due to your confection,
you will always have my attention due to the enjoyment I feel in your presence,
For that I'' always say please and thank you.

Flan

With that cherry on top I just can't wait.
And I’ll see you, I’ll be picking you up at my abuelitas at eight.
I'll my bring my taste buds and you bring yourself.
But don't you worry about left over crumbs,
because I always clean my plate.

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Past the Age of Romanticism

It’s unfortunate that we are living past the age of romanticism. It’s as if in our busy lives we don’t have time to make time to let moments intertwine. We are workaholics and hedonist who forgot to appreciate that love exists.

We are a couple decades over the time where the hearts use to frequently blossom and more than passion was the outcome. Instead we pay more attention to Hollywood heartbreaks and gossip. Stories of lust and mistrust that give love a bad name. Soap-opera clichés where to apply the word 'cliché' would be cliché.

When it comes to affection our conscience are unconscious. The mind's treachery leading to heart's lechery are the components of nonsense that leave the soul no longer autonomous .

Then there’s the other side of the story of those who look for glory, trying to find congruent atriums and ventricles.
Those lonely individuals whose only finds happen to be asymmetrical.
Those that live for love, those that lust love and can’t ignore it, also those who die for it.

It’s that common misconception that their next lover will be their last.
It’s the repetitive mistakes that made their next lover the same as their last.

It’s the entangled bonds between two roses that are divine. We comprehend not that we are diatoms in Diotima’s explanation of a love story.

There’s no acknowledgement of platonic love.
No demonstration of admiration for the family unit, friends and all the experiences we undergo.

It’s out of resource and need that Eros grows.
A gardener should be there to watch their seed grow.
It’s out of love that we should plant our rose.

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Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement.

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies.
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men

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Severed Family Ties

In this game of who gets who worst.
Its about getting even , regardless of if feelings get hurt.
So what if this has escalated , you've wronged me,
since that moment I had placed you in a hurst.

Ironic is that you were the brother who taught me the meaning of family.
Now you are the one whose existence is a bother.

More push than shoves , more disdain than love.
My personality determed by " I " but the attitude by all of the above.

Those qualities of yours that ensure that we will quarell.
Those lies that enticed my pride to be swallowed.
No longer will I take the blame for you.

My older brother. My older brother , both father and brother.

What a short distance you've fallen from the tree , hurting all those around you , your siblings and even our dear mother, just like the one who betrayed you , our dear father.

For the lust of materialistic dreams that you seeked youve trampled upon the ones who didnt even understand the concept of envy.

First you lie about your family name.
Then you gamble with our savings.
Then steal from me , was I not part of your family?

Humiliate your siblings infront of your friends for laughs.
Calling us the bastards that God should've never had.
Thank God our mother can't see what has become of you and I.
You almost murdered me because I wouldn't lend you anymore money.

Thank God our mother can't see what has become of you and I.
For you succesfully murdered her spirits too.

You only came to the funeral to lay claim to your part of the money.

Tomorrow our family ties will be physically severed.
But mother taught us all shall pass.

When tomorrow comes I hope this is true.
So in high spirits I know this is something else that shall pass,
something I must go through.

For with the last heirloom you did not take.... ,
our grandfather’s knife...

Your life I shall take from you.

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Music Man

As the sound surrounds, acapellas and solos resound , with silent and loud proverbs and nouns.
Taking one to and from the crowd. With the change of a song, a track, melting the wax, breaking the mold, running away with it, while bringing it back.

Pumping through the veins , reaching arteries , articles and ventricles making them more than 2 and 3 dimensional. The various combinations of words and beats that make the heart beat.

How neat the flux that is created. How a mirror's image without paint can be painted. How emotions and their corrosions can be peacefully or violently narrated.

Through his finger tips, inking quiet melodies. Inspiring and annunciating thoughts that act but may only at times taste like a remedy for the memories. Creating with it a crate full of symphonies composed of prose and poetry.

The same feeling of tranquility received when feet enter the warmth of the moist sand. Played continuously in varying songs in all pores of the body by a miniscule band. This is how is orchestrated the workings of not our fellow man, but he, the music man.

Ask him the question of, “Why so much depth, emotion, and passion brought forth by your hand?”

He'll reply ,“ Look I can say that tunes are an essential fragment of my essence. I can make an analogy comparing how dear music is to me say and say it’s how to a flower’s life crucial is lights presence. I can even go on to say I exhale the things that society wants banned.

But in all honesty I’m inspired by a lot of things. But it’s mainly because of the music.........Man.”

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Ms Oh Ms

Ms oh Ms.
How much of a gentleman because of you I’ve turned into.
Ms because of you I’ve become so thankful.

But It would be irresponsible of me to let my emotions
get the best of my judgment and condone you.
It would be selfish on my part to not allow rationality
and only my sentimentality to reach closure upon this issue.

This relationship consisted of 2.
Just like in biblical scriptures, in pairs.
Not even branches wish to be bare.


So here goes the naked truth...

I played my part; you played me for a fool.
Even if I were synthetic, lifeless and used to work the land,
by the hands of the blue collar man,
I couldn’t feel any more like a mere tool.

Now what used to be conversations has turned into a tedious dialogue.

What a twisted plot this story has become.
I mind your mind.
Not even Mother Nature could’ve created such opaque smog.

But I guess what occurred is now more than visible.

I wore my heart on my sleeve just to be closer to you.
Little did I know what breaking routine would get me into.

But I won’t let chivalry decline.
I’m still feeling like the captain..... of a sunken ship.

How wonderful our story , how dreaded the ending.

Ms. oh Ms.
But I won’t hate you , nor will I forgive you,
I’ll simply forget you… Ms.

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Point 5 Plus Point 5 Equal 1

You and I are living in a world without meaning.
So lets love and give love and do something different.
We have a chance to show emotions are still relevant.
lets give this world some significance .
 
They said from the start that two broken hearts can not form a congruent one.
But the value of two individual parts together can have an even greater sum.
 
Lets present what we envision.
 Lets show the world how much its really missing.
Lets peace together the puzzles of the heart.
Lets prove its about our journey and our end not just about one's start.
 
If only two can put faith back in love , it serves to prove theres love in multitude,
for we feel like one but theres more than just the two of us.
 
So I place my palm in yours and smile at life's glooms ,as we step into big rooms and overly tight corridors.
Hand in hand you showed me that the world is mine.
But life has taught me its also yours.

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To Endure a Thorn

Life is garden full of various fauna.
 
There will be brush that appeals to the touch and other vegetation that appeal to the other senses.
 
You will find flowers with the most intoxicating of fragrances. Witness flowers with the most beautiful of petals.
You will hear the buds come to blossom. Here you will taste the most exotic and comforting of nectars.
 
But the rose you seek will have the most thorns. 
This rose is called joy.
But to hold this rose means one must endure its thorns.
 
We must ignite the passion that can melt away the pain and rekindle the flame so it’s warmth can dry our eyes and rid us  of all our previous shame.
 
We do this all to hold a rose, spend restless nights , shed tears, feel scorned,
....all to endure a touch of a thorn.

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The Second String

Though we’ve been labeled the second string we will resonate the loudest.
The profoundness will be heard in our voice for we will speak deep and roar the loudest.
Ironic because our cries fell on your deaf ears.
Because of you in sorrow we have drowned.
Now it is our grandness that drowns your voice out.

You wished not to stand with us and instead chose to topple us.
Now it’s over you where we stand.
With fire in one hand and ire in the other we will show you how mistaken you are.
We will no longer be the oars you used to paddle across the pond,
For we’ve become the precious metals you will never again stumble upon.

As of now your sentiments are irrelevant.
For now you must be another soul walking on this earth who must learn to live with regrets.

We are the strong who you’ve mistaken as the weak.
You can't even remember us as the ones who got away.
For we are the memories you cannot keep.

Again and again you’ve plucked our strings.
Like a violin we’ve continuously been played.
You grew tired of our melodies only to find out that it was because of your hands,
That our symphonies had been delayed.

With sounds that become astray we continue to grow louder.
Your ridicule diminishes.
Your voice becomes fainter.
The harmonics in our harmony continue to echo.

We were looked down upon.

But with our heads raised we now recognize we were the ones passed on.
You've passed judgment on us but it’s now we who look past you.
And though our pride is what you now detest.
It’s excuses from your hands that we wrest.

We will continue to roar.
We will continue to smile
We set the tone to be wild.

We will continue to be the sound that causes your unrest.
For we are the second string.
We will resonate the loudest.

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Slurred Conversation

She said: "Why are you like that?"
He said: “Because I've been there and I’m done with that."

She asked: “Do you think I'm like everyone else?”
He answered “No. You just remind me of myself. "

She asked: “What do you mean I remind you of yourself?”
He replied: “It means I’m not going to waste time on you or anyone else."

So then she asked: “Do you hate you? Is that what you really mean?"

He continued: “Yes, you are worthless, therefore reminding me of me.
Don’t you get it? I can't stand you because of all the sadness your face happens to bring."

She cried: “You are a bastard with a father! 
You should have never been born you should have remained an unborn offspring"

He told her: “Go away you can't change anything!"

But before she left him... streaming rum flavored tears changed everything.

He screamed: “Life------ You've left me nothing. For what more of me could you possibly be asking?

She replied “I’ve left you with another chance. 
You should've lost me forever on this night. 
Now seek what you look for and don’t disregard that which you can’t find.”