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Eliza Valtierra Poem
Our game is joyful and it is already
tommorrow for me, my king, so i will praise
my eternal soul, tommorrow of the day when
time stopped and the ticking inside my head
has ceased to desist and i can speak again
knowing full well that the ticking will come
to life again and again as it was before...
is it not the fine logic of ones tainted
mind of the young but the old and demented
learn the faster but decease the faster as
the young ignore the knowledge they were
born with as they read what they already
know but still fail in this world of....
Beautiful...
Watching you and waiting, in the dark or
in the light...no matter, he's there no
matter what, but it will happen as the clouds fall and hit the earth as the dirt rises
as the clouds and stain the horizon murky brown and the water glistens
beautifully as the clouds shroud it with
mist of the fine condensation of the water
which used to be the limit...
alas know not who thy are, thy speak
nonsense as thy speak to thy skainsmate,
try not to picture what a head off a body
would look like, you know do you not that
the.....
God and Devil are my friends, I need to know
them, but the devils still beating his wife
....and God is just trademarking everything
....and the sun is still out but the rains
still there..hello...
Copyright © Eliza Valtierra | Year Posted 2006
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Eliza Valtierra Poem
I have never felt true hunger , though is hungering with your eyes credible?
Looking everywhere in a cynical blur in contempt of other people.
Knowledge known but never revealed in my ancient mind until reminded...
is a beautiful thing, if known how to control.... Why? I control because like a
madman i will begin to question even my own sanity as i pick and weave through
humans destination to the end. If not what will happen to me, i will spiral to the
bottom like theres no more to drop to, and at the bottom i will ponder..should i
keep going, because at every end isn't there a beginning? Like when a VCR
comes to the end, doesn't it automatically rewind? Is the essence of time alike?
Let me wander my mind freely, and bother me not, as i enjoy myself, because
guess what? For once in my life i am.....teaching and learning at the same
time...as i think of what artist drew me on this world...I smile for the umpteenth
time of my life, though remember always. I'm not there, but your here....with me.
Copyright © Eliza Valtierra | Year Posted 2006
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