The City Itself Fought Back With Shadows And Puddles Around Every Corner Pieces Of Statues And Broken

Springtime & pure beauty, this april past.

I'm imaginary. Tonight I'll forgive me those seconds I thought I'd become real.

It is I

I want to play through you

play you

through

(joue)

Carve you with the sharp edges of the broken,

a game of, soul

through you, play.

Guapa

You're doing what they taught you to do you're acting how you learned to act to protect yourself. Even in what you're not doing, you're doing it. I don't presume to know what you need to learn next but I do know sometimes the only way home lies in the unlearning unrelenting unlearning Now come on home, guapa; you're doing it wrong. (not completely) but really come on! -- H.A. & A. 2010

Skill

Tonight I sit here and contemplate how

you gave me everything I ever wanted

including heartbreak that will last a lifetime

My fingers only ever really cared for

the sublime, it seems in its absence

songs that kill.

Portrait / Retrato CM2 / 2007 Noel X

Broken

#1

-

Is not music a stucture of time

made

with figures of animal emotions

laid

on spirit; equal parts ordeal, fantasy & poison?

#2

-

I was terrified, then compelled, then terrified again

I was compelled then to throw away all

and start a new ... call it violet violence ... dream

of selfless night and candid day

by you; a child of flight a howl of wounds, wish, silence.

#3

-

In that moment a squence of long lost crystal bells quieted the night

Some elven veil slipped down from my ears to my bare feet

I felt naked, as there fell

the 20,000 moon tones of choral mischief over flowing crush.

#4

-

I could hear                                           a rush

a blush

a blur of blooming moments marked by

this raining organism of silence and time

I had lost this music. I embraced you. It found me.

You said goodbye. you said farewell.  you said godspeed.

This is how it felt, inside, eating sushi with you. (liking miso soup for the first time)

Levántate y Camina

Levántate y camina, mujer, levántate y camina.

Estar tan cerca a la vida y a la muerte no se olvida.

estrecha mis brazos.

pídeme que te cuente.

cuenta las formas en que anido

formas en las nubes para que tu las encuentres,

alas en las almohadas para que despiertes

solo cerca de las uves y las idas

arriba donde todo parece fácil.

La gema pendiente no brilla para todos

desde el centro de tu aire caliente

que te eleva también pero te pide cosas

que eres y te cansan; brilla para mi.

Mis brazos no cansan

mi contar no cobra y no termina

no cambia sólo la vida en tu vida

si mueres, para mi. Lentamente.

Levántate y camina, ahora, no esperes.

Even when you're sad, you're beautiful. Even when you're mad, you're beautiful. When you're impatient, fat, frustrated, unfunny, catty, grumpy, harsh; you're still beautiful, you're still beautiful, you're still beautiful you're still made of light slowed down and empty space sunlight stayed and silence made you are beautiful. Alive, you are beauty itself.

H.A.&A