The Reaper's Boulevard

In Silence

2009-06-28T18:00:00.000-07:00

Looking for something real

2009-06-20T23:39:00.000-07:00

I hear a distant scream of pain
trickling motion of rain
onto bare skin like tear drops
like a path way of weakness or even strength.

It's like finding the beauty of death
a cross road, a dead end.
Love or friendship
a stepping stone to the continuation of something real or
the curtains to the greatest show of acting.

A substitute in life to fill the gaps or
a reason to set new traps to catch my prey.

I rather the ink over the lead
and words whispered than left unsaid.
I want a kiss not a promise
and I want, I want, I want

A Heart's mistake

2009-06-16T21:54:00.000-07:00

When I am without you,
I can't stand being with me.

My thoughts soak my words
and I dream I'm reeling you in.

Your words are numbered but I patiently wait for the other line
and though hands with no fingers point at the time.

"I know there is enough."

I'm feeding on your every expression,
you place a scarce smile on my face.

Effortless you mold me into what you want
but I'm hurt when you displace what I seek in you.

Your beauty could never be defined by the scholars,
you simply define it by who you really are.

For even God knows I'd cut a deal to be with you
but we all know its unreal to squeeze hearts out of thin air.

And though your heart is frozen cold
the ice shall someday melt.

I'll be waiting on the blessed rain.

Two face

2009-06-16T21:44:00.000-07:00

Please remove the new coat of paint,
it only makes you look new.

But I'm sure I know not of scorpions with butterfly wings,
and I've been taught that if a cloud should turn gray;a storm is coming my way.

Be it no surprise, lightening or no lightening I'll make it to the end of my day.

From here

2009-03-15T21:20:00.000-07:00

I see paper made air planes gliding through thin air,
little floating circles just floating.

Ordinary sticks being magic wands
and empty rooms more than just gardens.

Eyes wide open to let sunlight in for a new perspective.

Little hearts beating with living love
and running feet with no directions.

Soft pink play dough hearts we can't reshapes
clueless to anything such as hate.

Infant minds like open doors
and moods like candy.

Tingling ears with funny new born voices
music notes and plenty toys.

Funny jokes with no meaning
or just something adults could never understand.

Expressions not even I can make
flood their faces and laughter so real
no one could ever fake.

"From here, I see my past."

Masoquista

2009-02-25T08:35:00.000-08:00

My love, bite my lips, for blood they leak.
Now close your eyes and cry me tears.

Bring to me your love,
Let me fight your fears.

Be one with me…

My fingers shall be one with your tenderness,
And your blood shall marry with my sweat.

Bury your nails into my flesh, till my skin sits dead under it.
For to me, Pain is my only escape, my only pleasure.

The entities of a destined misconception, granting an explanation to your understanding not suffice.

Now, please, bite my lips till they bleed,
Exhaust me; stifle me to my near demise.

At the altar I lie and the church’s cross be turned upside down,
For shackles and chains peel my dying flesh.

A slave I am to your love, to the pain at my heart you inflict.
Torture me till my soul feels, so I pay my regrets...
For the nails pounded into his living limbs were of my joy.

Forgive me, for I have learnt to fear but there is darkness in me that’s rooted further than the remains of my rotten heart; my soul bleeds black and the words that hail from my lips are poisoned to slowly kill.
“What have I done, save me father.”
Forgive me.
I repent.
Forgive and forget the many smiles I have ever destroyed.

My Death

2009-02-20T17:45:00.000-08:00

My death be the destruction of my mothers art and the pain be in vain of her existence, for I am ignorant to the truth that happiness sets before me and I’m blinded by the perspective that sadness portrays.

Crazed by anguish and a love that could never be fully met, I slaughter hope as it makes reach toward my squeaking door.

I’m scared to know that love isn’t where I’ve invested most of its fruit and I’m scared to know that I cradled the cold embrace of betrayal for so long.

I can’t find myself, nor do I know who I really am, but I’ve managed to find my esoteric assembly; the only few to truly understand.

The simplicity I seek seems further than my reach and though I live on its corridor I am not given the peace to enjoy its splendor.

All I seek is the joy, and I am constantly discouraged to live but I don’t know why. I bury deep the voiceless coerce that I so passively let destroy the inner me.

For I find no visible foot path that could lead me to my true home…

My heart burns and my eyes tear only to think that I’m no where near its occurrence.

It’s my duty and I shall see to it, there is a frame to set her portrait high.

Reaper's Frown

2009-02-13T19:04:00.000-08:00

A reaper's frown...

you are lost in all thoughts and can't face reality
you have once walk with God and now you are lost.

Your anger and sorrows will never surface from under your skin, like the sweat the your conscience perspires.
Helpless you attempt to change routes onto the boulevard you once walked.
The boulevard that directed you to an eternal life.

“It is obvious you fear losing because you have once lost.”

You tend to describe your world as colorful and with no bounds yet
your trace is black and you are a master, a creator of frowns.

You are your own enemy and you are convinced that loving some one is easier than loving yourself.
For the black ashy trail you leave and the burning soul you take with you smell much like brimstone from hell.

Again, you drown in all sorrows and turn numb with all anger inside you
for all you have is a reaper's frown.

For the life without the boulevard lives a reaper with no bound.

Written by: Daniel H. Schluckebier

Strawberry

2009-02-13T18:52:00.000-08:00

On a reaping day...

There you are, still and untouched
Juicy as ever, I can't stop looking.

You have created an appetite in me
like never before.

I am surprised at the fact that he
barely pays you any attention;
nor has he picked you up.

He gives me a suspicious look,
I look away and consciously wonder if you are his
and I ask myself,"Is he gonna make the move?"

Your smell in the air I can almost practically taste,
I'd beg for a bite; only one bite.

May God forbid me getting caught and
may my sin of self satisfaction be forgiven.

Its the first and I wish not the last that
I will savor your passionate flavor.

For my lips will once again bind onto your rosy and tender flesh.

For your sweet and natural taste cure my crave and need for you.

"For them many that witnessed me picking from another man's basket,I beg your understanding."

Written By: Daniel H. Schluckebier
Visit:
http://www.thereapersboulevard.blogspot.com

"To Cindy, with Love."

2009-01-31T11:39:00.000-08:00

Sweetest is the love of my blood
for to me,with you;all journey is short.

Brilliant be the colors of a wild flower meadow
just not as bright as your heart.

To many art may be beauty
but in one word I define its, you.

"You must know!"

When the sun shines low and the wind blows slowly,
days meet darkness and feelings grow gorily.

When peace inside you breaks and your tongue
goes numb, just know I'll always be around.

No one is perfect and even family folds
never forget our hands are here to hold.

Deep are the thoughts of my mind,
to find love I can't reach.

Joy-filled are my word, like blood vessels
with emotion to limit my speech.

Though parts of our hearts are found in strange places
we still find the strength to share smiles with new faces.

For love knows no distance, no struggle, no blame
because in our hearts, or worlds apart.

Our love should forever stay the same...

I love you...

In the Image

2009-01-22T21:46:00.000-08:00

To be like the diamond necklace,
Centered and shining bright.
Like shooting stars shoot across sky high at night.

Standing in front of the mirror saying,
“You are the friend that warms a heart,
In you I find she whom tries too hard to mend what you never broke.”
“Leaving from these lips I wish to hear sweetened words, perhaps to you someone never spoke.”

Yet I know the stranger who lurks under the sky’s darkness, admiring…
“Only observing…”

For many will never see goodness due to perspective,
But in time of need she’ll be shining, for no cloud makes her light dim.
Anyone to seek shall find this brightness; like men at sea.

For in the skies, like on earth a warm being will assure,
all sea men find shore.

Like christ

2008-11-23T20:41:00.000-08:00

Looking for the little words
to say how big my love for you
has nurtured its way to what it is now.

We have grown so close that
I've now managed to feel your pain in my heart.

I've managed to dry you tears from my eyes,
drag your burden on my shoulder along the
filth dusty road we call life.

And I know the thorny sensation that
spikes into your head with much remorselessness
will soon end.

"If Christ bled for us, then why is she bleeding too?"

"Father, why have you forsaken thee?"

"Open my eyes wider for me to see,
is your message personal?"

"Am I the one to stay and suffer,
Or the one to wipe her blood away?"

SOLANGEL

2008-10-06T21:29:00.000-07:00

I am the brightness to your heart'
the music to your ear.
I am the seed of those angels
whom forever I'll care.

But each day sheds darkness
and drought brings rain.

I'll explain...

Alone I am in a day's darkness
and the heavens dissatisfied
will break into tears.

A fairy's wand and friend's love
share likeness, to fight my fears.

You are so close up tight'
so fun to play.
Your voice makes me sway,
the movement of my lips
begging you to stay.

I work so hard to make it clear
pictures in my head still smeared.

Finger tips blister trying to make it work; never does!!!

I wish you knew me like I know you.
Yet you play my sorrows in your voice,
your one of my favorite toys....

To play with....

In my blood, flowing in my veins,
the angel singing stays...

With you...

Who I am is brightly polished in my head,
covered by its abundant blackness.

I am the type to make a move and not to stay.
To pluck a string'
to sing without a doubt of words to fade away...

The sound of your voice tingles in my ear
any time my hands mingle with your centered most sensitive...

I love to play...

Portrait and frame

2008-08-30T09:46:00.000-07:00

Your portrait, unique like life;
colors like moods.
Light and dim light at heart after love you lose.

To hear the truth but not to see,
a disguised lie is what you hear.

You act to confuse her yet you expect life be fair.

Like gas lies leak and your conscience be in burning flames,
a man not to cheat and expect not the same.

Your portrait unique like life with colors like moods; both
made a portrait so beautiful yet centered in a broken frame.

Wishing too late

2008-05-10T14:10:00.000-07:00

Waiting for heaven tear drops like shooting stars...

"One wish."

To feel your warm heart like sunkiss,
to throw you a sweet kiss and not miss.

Its no secret your voice is the melody to my ear,
so distant yet so near.

Your touch so friendly, like a musical instrument,
you've mastered the strings to my heart.

My mind like the particles of dust in the hot summer wind of late may.
You, the element that keeps me from falling apart;listen
to the worth of the words I say.

I respect what is and what cannot be
for its not his fault you can't be with me..

I understand...

But I must say, time has betrayed me in many ways
adding much sadness to most of my days.

I was late...

I plea you keep my friendship strong and alive like the beat to your heart.
For it be tragic you destroy God's work of art...

Kills up to 99.o% of Germs

2008-04-28T19:43:00.000-07:00

Spot the not...

Everyone in the picture had a bottle of rum and I also wanted to be in the picture but all the spirits were done. I ran to the shelf and grabbed the Listerine bottle that I thought would pass as a valid reason to be in the picture. I was accepted into the picture after discussing with the Photographer how serious that was to my modeling career and God given talent for good advertisement.

What you think?

Almost God Like

2008-04-25T12:05:00.000-07:00

I love this pic!
Do you have any picture (image) that you would like to share?
Something that gives you a feeling you can't explain; something you would like to share with someone and know what they think of it?

For now this is my favorite...

The Reaper's Boulevard

2008-04-23T12:39:00.000-07:00

"What do you think of this picture?"

Pen and Pale paper

2008-04-21T19:38:00.000-07:00

Ink too weak for such strong sentiment,
blood be its replacement.

Like black feather pen,
like dying day.

Quill leak blood
like serpent's fang leak venom.

My struggling fingers hug quill grip tight tonight
as I stain pain onto pale paper.

I write at night for alone feel safer, i'm told
not to confide in you for my tongue fears my mind and my anger hates betrayal.

And the only to know be;
Pen and Pale paper.

Save some money

2008-04-01T17:30:00.000-07:00

Way how to cut expense

Shopping list -NO need, Friends Provide even against their will:

I am not doing this only because Beth asked me to put her name up on my list but I also did it because although Beth can be annoying as a little sister she has contributed to my life in so many ways. Love you Beth...

Toilet Paper-Elvin and Bam sometimes Martin
Leo- Ramen and Ovaltine (IN the Past)
Listerine-Martin

Hope all is well for you and may God bless my annoying empress friend.
Elvin- Colgate
Soap- Lil Maya Gial
Bam- Corn Flakes (Keep it on the "DL" he doesn't know; we jack the man cereal)
Air Freshener- Martin

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Dad Pays for:

Eggs
Cheese/ Ham flavored cheese
Tortillas
Bread (the soft chiney one.)
5 gallon Water
More Mayo
Cheese whiz
Hot Sauce
Hot Dogs
Oil
Coffee
Milo
milk
Sugar.

Gosh I love my DAD.

Thanks DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks to my Tia Sarita I have the blessing of having a wonderful breakfast or lunch...

Thanks Tia Sarita!!!

Thanks to all my kick ass friends like Yuri and Sandra that give me a piece of chicken way before I beg them or take without asking.

Thanks Yuri, Thanks Sandra!!!!!!!!!!!

Miss Moya, thanks for treating my rotten little brother as if he was your own son...

God Bless...

You can thank me later for bringing the troubles and embarrassing moments into your lives...

Love you all...

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Others:
Socks-My pocket
Brief-My pocket
Boxers-My pocket
Undershirt-Elvin pocket
Jeans- My pocket and Dad's pocket and also Miss Moya.
Cool T-shirt- Miss Moya Pocket.

The way I see things...

2008-03-24T10:25:00.000-07:00

The truth is out
and though I speak not in tongues
I know its identity.

My conscience bleeds; I'm not saved.

I look above and I see the heavens open
I look below and I see the damp black soil.

I look from the outside into my own life and I see death.
I look at the anointed dead and I see a new life.

Truth is, like knittings we have much we share in common; same patterns.
Sadly, like knittings we fall apart so easily.

The world desensitized by lies...

I witness a moment's suicide to end its past but create a future history for those who witness...

Learn from the mistakes of others...

He who is in need beholds the rubric of judgment, like a human scavenger extending his empty hand wide open.

And you feed him not, your heart be judged by his need.

A scare crow stands at mid-field..
Like black crows we fill the skies but no one sees the good in us.

You expect me to fall but like a black cat I fall and manage to land on my feet.

No more hate...

Put to exile, like a marching army it uniformly marches out of my life...

Though sometimes hate manages to coma fledge deep within the density of my mind...

Hate speaks and says an eye for an eye.
Love says we'll all go blind.

Its as if everything that we don't like brings us closer to the truth of whom we really are...

Murder of Rose...

2008-03-21T23:15:00.000-07:00

The church's bell must ring
and the conscious of sin must enter for soul cleansing.

For thy innocent and beautiful pay the price of death for love and grace.
Be it to commemorate a significant event.

For this lead to the murder of rose.

Filled with beauty and an endless perception of love and romance
A stranger's dagger brought end of life with bare hand.

lived a life a bit too short
had a life but ended at start.

she lived a life whereby beauty and death brought love or close
an image of an identical reflection of all same features.

Lived in a please where colors meant nothing to compliment the dead.

No sunlight...
No pain...

No Sentiment...

She grew for someone so heartless to take away her innocence.
Something so pure and delicate...
Not feathers of angels could be softer that her very petals...

She was deflowered...

She was murdered...

Murder of rose...

A moment whereby time betrayed what was meant to be
and an untamed reality off leash brought to eyes something I was not to see.

Once again like a wild horse stampede, my thoughts race to the endless dirt road.

where angels fly high and pain hurts no more...

Death Of Rose.

Like Amber

2008-03-07T15:59:00.000-08:00

The sun shines,the sea swallows the sun.

The Moon is out...

The wind blows,the palms sway from side to side.

The sun stings and the salt water burns my eyes.

The clouds float like you and like me...

They are going somewhere but yet no where or at least we don't know...

No tears but the burn inside.

I am at home, but not in town.

Like Amber

But only this one is a trapped memory;not fossils.

No matter where I go; I'll always take you with me,like Amber.

The mind is like amber with in you and with in me...

Collect call

2008-02-01T14:44:00.000-08:00

Calling collect
Crying to God

God: “Hello!”

God give me strength for I am weak
I am living in a country with a government of greed and deceit.

Someone stole my bible and I have one no more
Its like law does nothing to protect all the poor.

Mom and dad fight for colors and now are divorced.
Dad’s facing charges and things can get worst.

I have nothing to eat and my tummy hurts.
“How will my mom fight for my life with an empty purse?”

I hear a campaign of blue and another of red’
Uniting people, that’s what they said.

I wrote you a letter and prayed it would reach
Mom can’t afford to send me to school and my dream is to teach.

I know I am young and I don’t know much but it is obvious the government doesn’t care enough.

Here where I’m from, I see many like me…

I sit at my table with nothing to eat,
the same white dirty dress and no shoe on my feet.

Where will my future go, when nothing is left???

It’s like all has gone private, I hear what the say…

How will I survive at least one more day?

Lord, please, please…

Take me away...

A Mute Tongue

2008-01-16T15:43:00.000-08:00

Its all because I am wrong
I can't say things right.

The pain at my throat exhausts me
trying not to cry at night.

Its like suffocating under the ocean blue
dying for a chance to be with only you.

You are the butterfly whose wings I can't clip.

To be the nectar, the sweetness you can't sip.

Its as if I bear my father's curse but my shoulders never break.

I am he, the son, the secret of my mother's womb.

I am the closed casket, the son and the secret of a destined tomb.

Brain Pills

2007-11-24T16:11:00.000-08:00

Why does life have to be full of emotion?

Its like everyday something happens that we can't explain then we eventually change our personalities and act weird from time to time.

I had a damn opening in my head and when I came to think of it, it doesn't even hurt a bit in comparison to losing someone's friendship.
I am so tired of waking up every morning and have to take my medication which reminds me of the many people I have lost. Sometimes I ask myself, is it just for now or does it mean I have no right to talk to them again. Do I even care, and why do I care? At times I write poems that express much of how I feel, yet day by day I feel less.

Have I become numb?

I don't know, I live everyday trying to accomplish something, though it feels like its taking eternity to complete; Its not ever hard...

Hinder Bliss (I Don't Wanna Know) Lyrics

2007-11-10T11:16:00.000-08:00

Hinder Bliss (i Don't Wanna Know) Lyrics

*** Complimentary Bliss (i Don't Wanna Know)

(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)

I'll go ahead and pour myself a drink
I really couldn't care less what you think
Well I don't have to listen now
Live this day down
If I can't feel a thing
You might as well save your goodbyes
We can give this train wreck one last ride
I'm gonna have to listen now
Live this day down
If I don't make things right
I'll tell you one last time

I don't wanna know it's over
So save your goodbye kiss
I don't wanna know it's over
Cause ignorance is bliss
I can hardly see
What's in front of me
Cause the vodka's running on empty
I can't stay sober
If it's over
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
So save your goodbye kiss
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)

I woke up with my heartbeat in my head
I reached for the bottle by the bed
I saw your side was not slept in
Cold sheets again
Remind me of what you said
We need to take a break for a while
It's been so long since I smiled
[Bliss (i Don't Wanna Know) lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

I don't wanna listen now
Live this day down
With you so drunk and high
So I'll say goodbye

I don't wanna know it's over
So save your goodbye kiss
I don't wanna know it's over
Cause ignorance is bliss
I can hardly see
What's in front of me
Cause the vodka's running on empty
I can't stay sober
If it's over

I don't wanna know it's over
So save your goodbye kiss
I don't wanna know it's over
Cause ignorance is bliss
Now I know I can't stay sober
Cause you left me here like this
I don't wanna know
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
So save your goodbye kiss
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
Cause ignorance is bliss
I can hardly see
What's in front of me
Cause the vodka's running on empty
I can't stay sober
If it's over
If it's over
I don't wanna know
If it's over
If it's over
I don't wanna know

Smoke...

2007-10-09T19:41:00.000-07:00

I have been looking out the window in different instances and for so many different days, all to consume the sent of the burning cigarette that almost never go away.
With no enthusiasm I have been moving around and taking along with me the memory of the early morning routine.
The Rushing to slip on my working jeans and the tending to the stove and the toaster at the same time, then rushing to check if the coffee is ready and finally to get myself in the pick-up truck seconds before my brother get tired of waiting on me.
Well, although I no longer have a crave for the cigarettes I bought a dollar worth yesterday only to remind myself of how happy I was while going to the ranch and sharing a pack of whites with my elder brother.
For that moment I took the first draw and I closed my eyes and as my lids closed there were vivid pictures that flew by and the many smells that attacked my nose brought sadness and emptiness to me, knowing that I am no where close to seeing my dad, my little brother Justin nor Jason. I can't wait till I go home and smoke a cigarette once again on my way to the ranch.

You are...

2007-09-29T13:49:00.001-07:00

I look at you and yet you smile, we talk just as if we knew each other just a little better everyday and yet your actions make me question myself as if there was some thing wrong with me. Yes, you are beautiful and all that and you are smart just to add that fact that you are also responsible. In fact, I have no clue why it bothers me that you are yet so childish in your mind, you say so much with so little words. You have smoothly fitted ourself into a sock like I used to wear in my past. You are a like that kitchen fly trapped in the web of life. So with all that I say, try acting a bit human and don't let your accomplishments make you feel like you are invisible, the reality is you are just as good as anyone.

Who are you?

The Bridge

2007-09-27T16:06:00.000-07:00

Suddenly, the gap to my understanding was bridged. I came to understand that we are who we are and though we are slaves to our own minds, we will never open up to anyone to the extremes what I can personally call trust. We all fear to share our deepest secret, we all fear to be known for our little habbits we routinely live for, we are all like portraits and frames. We are survivors in this arena called the "world." We have such disgusting tendencies to be hypocritical with friends but only to conceal our fears. I would say, be not my friend if I know not who you are, but then again, I am not perfect or open myself. I ought to believe that it is unrealistic for us to think we will ever know each other like we know the very spelling of our names. Yet, we create our own illusions and give light to misconceptions of love, we fail to understand that love is not beautiful in its creation but more life appreciated for the struggle of getting there. Till the truth of all secrets be revealed and we are forgiven, we are then accepted for whom we really are and if such divine expected action is done, we are all to be rewarded with love....

The question is, will we ever accept what true love really is and when will the trusting really start?

For with no trust there is no true love...

The Shit

2007-09-04T00:37:00.000-07:00

These are some of the shit that can instantly make us enemies,just don't ever do them to me...

1. Remove your hands from anywhere near my face...
2. Never hit me on the back, I will by instinct hit you back...
3. Don't tap on the surface I am resting my back on, drives me crazy...
4. I hate sign language with a passion...
5. Disgust being with people that sponge up for any reason.
6. Don't enjoy being near noisy people for more than five minutes.
7. If you think you are too improtant to say hi to me and you expect me to say hi, you can just kiss my white ass.
8. I hate people that like to bully on others...
9.I will burn or destroy anynthing with Dora the explora the big head bitch...
10.Don't touch my food or drink without my permission.

Permanent or not?

2007-08-15T16:30:00.000-07:00

Lately I have been caught up in a film inside my head, where I am the character that is supposed to know everything that is going on. I know how to get away, I know how to be smooth. Sadly, my eyes mark every feeling my body doesn't express. My tongue spills every word of emotion that makes me depresses, bring disapointment or something else. Yet, my silence and determination has only brought mistrust to my own person. I am not feeling the same, my body is always tense and my hands have become swift to shield in defense. I have become less worried and less caring towards everything that does not include me. I feel much safer thinking and being more dependent on my decisions than I used to be. I fight for everything, I want to have everything my way.
At first I used to care about the well being of others now all I care for is loving myself and thats all that matters. At first i used to share everything about my life and now I share only with those very close to me. I don't feel trustful anymore nor do I want people to know me. I crave silence and music; emo I prefer.
"Is this a change for good of is it a phase?"
In my work place I have become more responsible, more confident of what I do.

Who am I and how long will the film last?