Almost God Like

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

"What do you think of this picture?"

Pen and Pale paper

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

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...

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...

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

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...