Encompassed Nothingness

When winds howl through the certain sky,
One can see nothing but I,
For when one hears ones own vision,
One can ensure nothing but precision.

Naught but I, for thou I go,
But for here they stray and to and fro,
For longings and greatness,
And of those in lastness,

Nothing feels but encompassed.

Withering witches watch willingly,
Longing likenings like lathered lies,
Slowly seeping soundly so soon,
Exits endure ecstatic extroversion.

Like the hut on legs,
Without a brain to say,
For thou she doth begs,
Nothing naught o' nay.

Syntax

A phrase, a simple phrase,
Like the sentence of a golden aspect,
A thread o' time burnt by flames,
Like the moons shine in respect.

Ultimate discovery evoked from lips,
Gazed into the futures latest past,
Written down on papyrus by strong grips,
Ever seeping into the minds mast.

Less or fewer - battled or worn,
Gender or sex - condition or state,
Words forms from ashes born,
All puffs of smoke from red hesitate.

Quiero bailar contigo's remax
Mixing in fluent words of dance.
Me gusta cantar su's relax,
Everywhere I go I see your syntax.

A Sliver of Ice a Sheet of Flame

Cutting through the winds like dreams,
The fantasy can always become real,
But it takes the individual to seal,
A life time of condensed beams.

Sheets of ice melting to flame,
Burning away at the center.
Feeling the collapsed lung endure,
Ever chanting each others whim.

A peace. A tie.
Nothing to lie.
Nothing to see.
Nothing to tie.
All there was to be.

The squabbles of lifes fortuitious adventures...

As the tears pour from my eyes I ponder,
I ponder, I ponder, I ponder.
Wandering wishfully without wrath,
Wander outside the scope of our own misfortunes.
Life.
Living individually for everyone,
Everyone for individually (we) live,
Or do we live for life instead.

A marriage broken,
Not shattered.
Not without its amazement.
Not for thou art to be true,
A knot for which a tie shall undo.

Here we steep in the shackles of our rhymes,
-- What --
Here we steep together in our crimes,
-- Why --
For here we are in our squabbles of life
-- How --
For this is how we move forward in strife.

Life without passion isn't life,
Life isn't passion without life.
For what then hitherto is life,
Life is hitherto then what for.
All the glories and fortuitous adventures...
But, of course.
But, of course.

A misery seeping slowly, softly, suddenly,
An orgasm of life like the rippling of a soul,
Forever surrendering the adventure to the squabble,
Enduringly, courageously, blazing through the flames.

Just as it was done once before.
And once again it shall be done.
Life to be lived.
Life to be lived.

Little time with less space

So here we are. My family and I finally moved out of Arkansas and into the even more beautiful state of Colorado. They say Arkansas is the "Nature State" yet Colorado seems drastically more "natural." That said, finally got enrolled in a physical campus. I will be doing a review on Metropolitan State University of Denver, a.k.a "MSU Denver" in the next few weeks. It's a wonderful school. My daughter, Tamara, just got enrolled in daycare and a school and it feels so great. I am more excited that she gets to spend time with other children instead of being cooped up at home. Thus far, all is well.

I will be updating this more often in the few weeks and hope to add some poetry, short stories, and more articles and reviews!