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Seattle Walking With Mona Lisa

Ciao Bella
Early Misty, morning raining in Seattle, businessmen rushing, hitting the concrete 
pavement trying to make those battled Seattle dollars. Walking down the street a refine 
gentlemen with such style and grace doesn't seemed bothered at all he holds on gently, 
yet firmly to Mona Lisa.Past art, living art, art walking in motion beauty upon beauty a 
gentlemen with good taste he and his umbrella Mona Lisa.

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Living a Pipe Dream

A living tree has been planted to symbolize a life which has taken snuffed out, slained 
in his prime.Detectives haven't solved the crime.Future basketball star where are you now
heaven or purgatory.Your soul needs to rest,shooting hoops,doing lay-ups sweating,running
passing stop,go dribble,dribble,stop! screech, halt!. Running the back streets on the 
late night tip trying to survive on the wrong side of town, travel, stop, play offense 
is weaken only to live a hyped pipe dream,his defense is down and he knows they have 
come to gun him down so he decided to run to the other side of town.Do what it takes to 
become a superstar on to lose his soul. Everyone asked was he in the dope game no one 
really knows living lies that didn't get him far only to live a false pipe dream. Was
he playing the role of a double life to eventually be "X" out of the game no one really 
knows his soul still lingers in death park. Listen it is late, it is dark neighbors 
continue to mourn the ball player's lost.Neighbors can still hear the basketball hitting 
the back board in death park.

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Have You Ever Been To Africa

Part I.
I boarded the plane I'm on my way home to Africa! seat belted and all fasten in my seat
on the plane headed for Africa!I'm on my way to Africa my travels and journeys begin.
After traveling thousands of miles going home to the motherland where I am greeted,loved 
by my family and friends,with pearly white teeth and smiles.The plane is ready to land 
on the blanket of mother earth Africa!I peer out the window my goodness huge trees
I see several giraffes dining on trees a swift graceful gazelle running through the 
planes of Africa!I'm in West Africa Nigeria arriving in Benin my journey to Lagos 
continues to my final destination to Sapele Nigeria.Africa where I will be loved
and greeted with these words,in sound like the word dough,doe,doe,doe,doe,doe,doe,doe
I will continue to say doe for all the times that have been missed,we will continue to 
embrace and greet each other until someone starts to laugh
a Nigerian greeting our child has come home,back to us here in Africa!

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Abuelita's Shooting Cactus

Abuelita's shooting cactus desert beauty, beautiful array of amarillo flowers budding.
Daring to touch one of it's prickly thorns. Abulelita's old school charm shakes her bony 
little finger and warns us to leave the cactus alone. Mesmerized by its beauty only to 
pick just one flower.Abuelita runs to the screen door wiping her hands on her apron
"Dejar el los plantas" leave the cactus alone it will shoot you like a cowboy. It is
the fastest gunslinger in the west it's needles are more deadly than bullets, your blood 
will water the shooting cactus. Standing there admiring Abuelita's shooting cactus 
admiring it's beauty, reaching for the flower suddenly twenty needles shot through
my right knee cap swift and precise the shooting cactus left no smoke, but a trail
of my blood on Abuelita's front porch steps.Staggering to the screen door, I yelled
Abuelita I've been shot!the gunslinger did me in. Abuelita grabbed her carpenters 
tapestry sewing bag.Cradled in her apron bandages she brings out this old silver bowl, 
boils hot water as she pulled the needles out she told me not to go after the gunslinger 
of the old west.

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The Alpha Bodybuilder

In this world of realization the bodybuilder acknowledges that he was in a past life 
and is now a warrior god. She the bodybuilder was and is a warrior goddess. Their body 
crave the inner strength and beauty which beholds the bodybuilder physique.The awakening
bodybuilder disciplined and commanding the body to undergo intensity and pain, pain and 
pleasure there is no separation of the two like yin and yang. Bodybuilder pushing past
his comfort zone forcing his muscles to grow like iron clad steel.
Biceps,triceps and deltoid region chiseled, sculpted and solid like granite rock.
Conditioning the body streamlining physically and mentally. Bodybuilder imaging a mental
picture a sign that reads zero fat tolerance zone. Bodybuilder determined to drop the 
weight,drop the zeros and become heros. The life of the bodybuilder is unique refreshed 
and anticipating the next day to be able to run quicker,faster,harder than the day 
before.Wings attached to the heels of the bodybuilders feet.The sweating and pain 
sensation will soon pass,moments later the second wind follows it gives relief and will 
energize the bodybuilder atlas!
The concentration the bodybuilder endures lifting heavy weights, building muscle mass 
sweating delivering results with astonishing feats of strength.
The bodybuilder takes their stance their place in life,walking tall with giants
taking leaps of faith,along side of "Samson" legs built like marbel stone pillars.
Mentoring with "Hercules" stewardship over ones body temple.
Deeper than art form,natural beauty of the human anatomy.Richer than flaunting egos or 
misunderstood concepts.Dwelling within beats the heart and instinct of a lion.
The bodybuilder, The bodybuilder building his success upon it's foundation
"self preservation is the first rule and law in nature". A higher standard of living a 
sacred trust bestowed upon the bodybuilder.

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Bullfighter

Kneeling before the altar he kisses his rosary he confesses all his sins,
he is anointed from head to toe, he knows his faith before he begins with great
amount of determination,fasting and absence,moments later he finally arises to
his task before hand realizing he is not the one that is grand it is all apart of
the master's plan. The bullfighter inner light shows so brightly and deep within the 
bullfighter is so ready to begin. Reaching for his cape on the back of a wooden chair he 
steps in the arena the crowd cheers and sips on their beers. The bullfighter remains
focus a gate is unleashed, the bull is released, with stern determination a statue, the 
bullfighter stands tall he does not wave his cape. The Bullfighter bellows out
"Senor Cristo en es mio Santos".The bull immediately kneels and hits the ground
the crowd salud "O lay!"!
My great-Uncle a Bullighter in Madrid,Spain

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Red Birds

Red birds imaginary love heart
as they set on their birch
cooing..cooing..cooing
A heart is formed,lovers connected
they embrace their tender care.

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Moon Flower

Moon Flower elegantly embracing nature
I cling to you like the vine
your beauty has been delighted so many

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Relinquish My Love

Holding on too tightly to lose at the end. To recipocate love on a mutual plateaus.
I relinquish my love from you not because I stopped loving you. I will always love you
unconditionally. Your heart must be freed to be true to your higher being, then to 
yourself and lastly to me.Time apart will give us space to heal, so this is why my 
precious, my love I must yield. Relinquish my love allowing it to grow nuturing my 
wounds which is really is my ego.

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The Green Card Blues

A faded old passport, withered and torn a picture of a infant child of three
The  faded old passport that was once was green happy and alive hope not dispirited 
nothing more than a dark past.It is tabu one must never talk about those things.
Musty old papers never seeing the light of day tucked away in a rugged old suitcase.
Memories of dismayed,family history knowledge of your peoples past, knowledge of the 
green card blues.The green card now has turned yellow crumbling like powder dust an 
immigrants fate,immigrants from Spain entrusted upon those documents the green card 
blues