“Now tequila may be the favored beverage of outlaws but that doesn't mean it gives them preferential treatment. In fact, tequila probably has betrayed as many outlaws as has the central nervous system and dissatisfied wives. Tequila, scorpion honey, harsh dew of the doglands, essence of Aztec, crema de cacti; tequila, oily and thermal like the sun in solution; tequila, liquid geometry of passion; Tequila, the buzzard god who copulates in midair with the ascending souls of dying virgins; tequila, firebug in the house of good taste; O tequila, savage water of sorcery, what confusion and mischief your sly, rebellious drops do generate!” ~Tom Robbin~ Still Life with Woodpecker~ i really like this one wish i could write as well as he did.

3 shades of black

three shades of black is where i come from. depression misery and hellacious fun. no were not the kind to turn our backs and run cause three shades of black is where i come from. we are a certain breed and we don't like you . some are junkies some are freaks and others are everyday ghouls. no one will ever know what we'v been through and we are proud in the light of the moon cause three shades of black is where we come from. we will never give up on what we have cause the darkness gives us our thrills.

feather bound

as a feather floats threw the sky gliding through trees as if it were meant to be. it grazes leaves and never gets caught as if it had a mind of its own it makes its way through an open field lightly tickling the nose of a young girl making her smile. as she grabs it to show her mother a gust of wind grasps the feather it slips away from her tiny little fingers it is blown away so far away that only the eye of an eagle see . if only we new the roads of a feather we would no longer need the man of weather.

La corazon

La corazon. when a heart is broken it mends contorted ,mangled and distorted. as my heart beats it send flutters down my chest, i feel passion and warmth and frustration . when my heart is hurt it melts like a chocolate fountain it bleeds like a fresh wound from an over whelming cut deep in the skin. as i wrap my heart in Passion and love it becomes more vulnerable to pain and suffering. its as if you must give love to receive pain . why? there must be punishment for love and punishment for hate . love and hate are enemy's and will forever fight the great war of passion and defiance.

the river runs through me.

The river runs through me like blood through my veins. The water as swift as an eagle soring through sky, white water washing me away like a dream I've never had.

As I pass through rocks and fish between my legs I feel helpless, as I drowned sinking deeper and deeper, feeling no pain, I wish I hadn't fallen from that tree hanging over the water that blinds me .

As it shines, I'm curious of what's beneath these dark waters, making me feel a fright.

I come to the surface gasping for air- the one thing I need... but fish not dare, for they have gills... and need no air.

I wish I was fish. Then,

I would beware of these dark waters that run through my veins.