The Poet
The Poet
Poet: Was this pasta boiled at all? It tastes like it came from the 3rd or 9th Circle of Hell!
Waiter: I'll admit it's a little Al Dante, sir, but...
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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
Wall Street Type Drama
[Indoors]
Boss: That's all grand and great, but just remember /pride/ is the number one killer of good decision
CockyTalented: Lack of foresight is the number one killer of good decisions
Boss: If your pride wasn't making you goofy, you'd see being gracious to your boss makes them more inclined to be gracious back to you when you finally mess up
CockyTalented: -IF, I mess up
[long stares]
Boss: You just messed up right now
[Leaves, turns just before exiting through door]
CockyTalented: it was a good decision
Because someone doesn’t love you how you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.
Anonymous. Found on some random Tumblr.
I'm imaginary. Tonight I'll forgive me those seconds I thought I'd become real.
It is I
Cat Mr.
Policeman: Do you know how fast you were going?
Heisenberg: No, but I can tell you where I am!
--tnx slashdot.
In fariness, you warned me. In fairness, hanging by a thread, felt more like walking an epic plank to board a pirate ship (of fun).
Señorío
El callejón le pertenece al gato
La barca le perteneca a aquel rincón de la costa
El finche le pertenece a aquel árbol
y yo: ¿a quién pertenezco?
yo pertenezco al aire de otro lugar.
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El sombrero le pertenece a aquel viejo
El banco le pertenecea aquella parte del parque
El libro de colorear a aquel salón
y yo: ¿a quién o qué pertenezco?
yo pertenezco al aire de un lugar, lejos.
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El cuchillo le pertenece a aquel cocinero
La mañana le pertenece a aquel café
El patio le pertenece a aquella carreta
y yo ¿a quién o qué pertenezco, yo?
yo pertenezco al aire de un otro lugar, lejos.
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Héctor A. DelManzano I am a singer-songwriter-composer-software-developer-monstruosity currently alive near San Juan, PR. This is a secret place... ssshhh. Lomo pictures, poetry, songs in progress: updates, previews and musings. There's also bandcamp and twitter goto(!) contact for more.
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