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Name: bigAges
Birthday: 10/5/1985
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Thursday, August 25, 2011

 

to here: and for you: a mirage.

 

windshield

 

i can see you to there... this i would
then always incorporate unto the
inner workings within my own self:
after to here where have i seen. ?
to there and back, a trip to once
always never forget to remember.

unexpectedly i would embrace for
once a handful of reasons to which
always i would have overlooked
before even once acknowledge: after
to which mine own is to be all said
and done -- within thee bio-chemisty
of the shadows within: here i have
found an explosion of a translucent

palindrome.

i can
understand this:



jesse....?
   -yes?

hey where are you going?
   -???
what?
   -???
i don't understand. ?
   -you can see that my holmes,
aint my holmes.


hmmm...


to hither and wander -- an expansion,
and... ?

mirage

 


Wednesday, April 28, 2010







Tuesday, February 23, 2010

beautiful song by: Xololanxinxo...

'I could never leaf...'


sitting here,
waiting,
alone,
wondering...

...where it was coming from and what i was feeling.


so lost in this pleasure of your memory,
my lady...

i am just a leaf, in a jungle

i was sitting down unable to leave my soil.
i was feeling down and unable to go up anywhere.

so...

i turned to the sky and asked it why i was here so alone,
and he said one day, she would come along...


oh how funny how we move and the sun came up this night,

gave me this feeling that was so strong cause i was shining
bright.

all of my dying turned to living,
all of the recieving had turned to giving.

and i told this women in my stars
as she came down with the most beautiful wings

'i'm a butterfly',
and she began to sing...

'i love you'  she said,

and she starting leaning on me
and my stem went crazy

that's when i turned around and i said 'i love you, baby'.

then she told me, 'one day me and you might be able to fly
away into the set...'

but as it went on,
the rain came back that day,
the pain came back that day.
as it went on...

i told her if you can look up,
you can notice how the clouds are turning grey.

and she told me,
she loved me too much,

she couldn't leave me any time nor any day...

but i told her,
baby,
soon the season will change and when it goes away,
you can come back and visit me.

she said 'i'm not a plant, i'm a butterfly, i can only fly for a
limited time'.

i said 'no, don't you ever talk like that'

you know how much i love you and you know i want you back...

but,

as the rain came down she was so stubborn.

it went up her wings and she fell...

i was kneeling down to pick her up,
trying to cover her from the harshful water.

she said 'i love you, baby, don't buckle cause as you lean down,
your stem might break.'

i was all hurt inside,
the only love of my life,
had gone to shadow,

and i was wondering if i ever
would find someone again,

now,

when i started noticing that...
the clouds were leaving after days of agony,

and i saw this other women walking
and something behind her,
that she kept steadily dragging...

it was her body and she was a catipillar.

and she decided to walk up my stem,
i told her baby, please don't bite off my face
this leaf is so gentle,

i please,
asked her to leave

but she couldn't do that for anybody
all of the sudden she started thinking,
'why should i do this to him. ?'

and as she walked away,
she told me that she felt
this inner feeling for me and myself...

so i told her i am sorry for being who i am
even as a plant i am so judgemental,

the feeling that i get right now really isn't sentamental.

i'm thinking of a butterfly.
as i tell her that she could never really fly.

but she held onto my stem any single way
and pretty soon that stem that she held onto
had this little cacoon holding onto it too...

and now she'll get there in time
trying to break it down
and trying to get it out of my sight

cause i was feeling down

and as the rain passed by,
i noticed this little cacoon would never die...

so...

it cracked one eye,
and she was a beautiful butterfly.

she began to spread her wings,
she talked about all the things she experienced

holding me...

and i told her how much i love her,
 she reminded me of the one
that came before her...

but she said she couldn't remember,
cause she was just a catipillar

i really didn't love her.

and that's how i lost that chick.  

 


Friday, January 15, 2010

 


i can't help but to ask myself...
...could she really have cared?


probably not, but i guess i
shouldn't be so vain.


Friday, January 01, 2010

 


i make the best bacon/jalapeno cheeseburger you will ever have...



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