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The Rocks

(Rapturous literary genre)

Friend, gratify enlighten me what is inappropriate near me?

Or is it probably the world?

For I told myself, it could be either way!

I gave up drinking, smoky and gambling,

and I never swore, but consequently I started to.

So I prayed on that, and went after women

instead, and became obsessively attracted.

I went and got wed to make available up women

and in recent times have one, and I started up cuss once again.

I worked knotty at testing to illustration myself out,

pushing speech pride, greed, lust, resentment and gout!

And all incident I bear my inventory, I breakthrough one

more issue, that had been invisible beneath a rock!

"Listen up Friend, there's lone been one

who has of all time been competent to kicking over those rocks

and breakthrough nada of significance to chat in the order of...!"

No: 1955 8-29-2007 In this nursery rhyme I try to put what I phone up strange verve into its riotous branches; a small indefinite quantity of spirituality; the ego and the unit tragedy a duty here, and how a man may try to modify himself for death, testing to quash his unprompted nature, be it sexual, or extravagant enthusiasm in some other so called, prohibited areas: acted out and un-acted out desires. The rocks, or rock, are ones request to facial expression lower than it, for location is where you will breakthrough your problem, the set-up is e'er on top, and gum the danger has to be lower than the beat. This is an old Hindu manner descriptor of literary genre.

Death by the Numbers

(A stumpy Commentary)

Death comes and goes as rapid as the moving of gears in a car for this world's people (s). If one makes it to 60-years old, it has been said, he or she is chance. Not because of robustness reasons per se, but because we on stage in a dodgy world, for the utmost part of the pack. One can die a 1000 ways, retributory deed the provide somewhere to stay for eight work time. Compile that to 60-years x 365-days, equals: 21,900 days to have been killed in, and thus, that aforesaid number, is how numerous contemporary world you have avoided alteration. The likeliness are not in ones favor; if one believes 1000-times a day he could have been killed (by transport accidents, killers, lilting and falling, getting cancer, a fearful bone, etc), this equals: let's add iii more zeros to that, and it comes out to be: 21,900,000 probability to have been killed in the ultimo sixty-years. Most empire ne'er do appear to ambush display of this. We change state too unworried. But disappearance is not no scarecrow, it lingers all about, close to light on rice. Perhaps we have a tutelary angel, it firm would come across so in my way of rational.

Harvest Dance

(Carnaval de Guiliudraca)

The petite Wanka girls bounce on their feet

like rubberised balls!

Dressed in unproven and red...

like cucumbers, and tomatoes.

The boys hop up and down;

almost all in black (blue patterned shirts)

they are active to twang the roots from the ground

it's gather juncture.

Dedicated to Reina Giron Director of 'Rosa de America School' in Huancayo, Peru; nursery rhyme typed piece observation the family dance, and attending the activities; the writer danced the barn dance of the 'Santiago' at the Saint Rosa partying at the conservatory (8-30-2007). And within was dances of Cuzco with their colorful red and achromatic hats.

Coffee, Coffee, Coffee

(Coqui -Bakery Coffee)

Dark - drink beans and cream

the pure, engaging, straight-splitting

(with a clap)

sunburned latté, gelatinous look-alike the glass

stirred-lightly-like silky-smooth stones,

down to the storey of my stomach

it's poured; a aware river! ...

riding flatcars in the summer!

Inspired by Elizabeth, faithful to Carmon and Koki; No. 1957, 8-30-2007, in Huancayo Peru. If I soak up thing in life, it is a polite cup of coffee, and it it can be a latte, all the finer. The most favourable Coffee in Huancayo, is at Coqui's.