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Niagara Falls     What am I doing here?

People get married here. I know better

Lost in the mist

                Lost in her curves

        Lost.

Guapa papa

Eres un Parchita, la fruta de pasion
Te pienso con anhelo, y yo tengo razon
Tu ochos es los pozos, profundo y astuto
Tu boca es un flauta, perfecto para gusto
Tu cuerpo escultura, es una cosa de desear
Tu mente y cerebro, todo compeler
Entonces mi parchita, estoy agradecido porque
piensamiento que esta puedo sientir suerte

Karina at Work

In spite of the building, grey from outside
a light shines inside her to pierce the divide
Distance knows nothing of feelings and dreams
our lights blend together, my heart grows its wings

Poema de barracho

Fog drifts over, my lids heavy too
The yeast and the barley have taken their due
Sitting here dizzy I think of what might pass
And you are there present, in all neural paths

A state such as this is not one for reason
So right at this moment I shall not go past season
My feelings are real enough for this moment
I hope to find out that you too are proponent

My love has gone past the ‘what if it were’
And entered the place where my life is part yours
Should you see the same things then the dream might come true
If we change how we feel then at least it was true

Te falto mucho

with Cherry

It’s a high-test day, glimmer frost, glimmer strong
Sharp and cold sun, not for long
The prospect knows that his time is near
And we laugh for we know that this is what’s dear

“They’re quirky” I’m told as fruit falls from the tree
No problem I say, it’s not Greek to me
She cubes it and serves in stew to taste
I remember the thing, cold fridge, on a plate

The phone rings again as she’s prone to do
“Whatcha doing?”, not question but greeting, a que
The list now prepared I answer in time
The circuit completes, we finish our dime

Delivering Winds

Around the lanes the wind blows bare
what it seeks no longer there
Alas poor wind I'll tell you now
this one you seek is long for gone
Places you will never know
behind closed doors
where spices grow

Should have known my blustery friend
a time so high is sure to end
A gift to treasure, a smile to share
not gilders hidden in cupboards bare

Go my friend and set thee forth
for new horizons beckon
Sing to us of stories north
southwester, and treasures eastern

Yes too I sigh from time to time
as certain smells will linger
Yet for the best my blustery friend
set forth we will, and deliver.