Blog 8
Here I'm gonna post some of my poetry and thoughts in general. I also like to read from other poets, so don't hesitate to include me in your list. See ya online. 
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Concerts coming to Puerto Rico!!!!!
Gotta love the Choli!!! (Jose Miguel "cholito" Agrelot Concert Hall at San Juan)
For now the only concerts that gather my interest are;
- Ivy Queen (with a lot of guest singing with her) Awesome and affordable!!!! $30
- Iron Maiden (great prices, man!) the most expensive ticket is at 87.50 bucks.
- Prince comes in November next year (that is a MUST GO concert) Let's Go Crazy!!!! Of course I'll be dressed in purple velvet with the hat and gloves a la Revolution.
- Genesis comes in summer 2008.
- If only Madonna comes to Puerto Rico again it will be a great closure for 2008, that also goes for Eurythmics and David Bowie. -
Poem - Porcelain Geisha (Views before Me – 1)
Slowly, gently I poured a cup of wine
While I start to dress in a manner long forgotten
Through time, expressive hands surround my frame
Softly my needs put aside while it turns white my façade
Lovely lotus guide my tips, whose only purpose is to me
Fine pencil trace my red lips, up the secret smile, you see
My mirror image must have told you, how hard I’ve been
Implacable lily whose only purpose is to win
Neutral color don’t favor the veiled shine in my sight
The heat pours over me in a sensual way, revealing me
I’m the daughter of the sexual high
Divine believes that destiny awaits at your door, child
You must dress, paint, deceive, and dance away
While your master summon you.
Slowly, gently pour a cup of wine
And start undressing me in a manner long forgotten
Whilst I draw you all the views before me
Deliberate initiate to split the mask that borne me. -
Poem - Nobody Lingers Here (I still love you)
Sometimes to disperse the meanings
Of our beloved past times, we must forget
What it means to us being part of it, believe in them
Sometimes to erase their definitions
We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.
I guess some tears escape from my captivity
Caging all emotions and delusions, I really don’t care
Still fooling myself of being me, so I cried and read
Lovely words that came from your mouth, my love
We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.
The thought of the path that I must follow, those hollow
Steps that will always accompany me in this sorrow
Why I must persist in mutilating myself with this beating
Heart? This situation called desperate thinking, meditation
We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.
I still reach, with trembling hands, the mirror image
The softest sad smile that greeted me every morning
Lost in thought, still waiting in the night, like child with fears
Alone in my voice, confused images crossed my mind telling me
We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.
If only I could say it, without recriminations,
without fear, filled with faith... -
Poem - Lets go to the sugary tree...
Don’t lend me a hand to follow my dreams
I’m supposed to lead them inside of us
Never to force the legion of ink
That every morning is poured into my being
Let’s go to the sugary tree
Where fairies are granted their translucent wings
Tonight I don’t hear confessions, so value me
Love don’t be a stranger, walk on by
Making excuses of why you should, who I done…
In this existence I am still trembling
‘Cause the touch of your shy lips, ah!
Then I run away in silence
Searching for a trail, so I can find my forgotten dreams
At half-light in the morrow, I am weary
Never force my legion of ink that weep
I’m just spreading my sight today
Don’t lend me a smile, if I forgot to see
And still eluding that missing sleep
I’m supposed, I must do…
But I’ve done nothing
Let’s go to the sugary tree
Where fairies are granted their translucent wings
I still cry when I see them set free
- Whisper - Oh, how I miss thee… -
Poem - I once tried to look myself
I once tried to look at myself, just a glance
And I couldn’t
To fix my mirror image, turn it clockwise
But I wouldn’t
Started to caress my cheek, what a lovely gesture
Then I didn’t
Believing the words that came out of your self
Why I shouldn’t…
My trees grow wild, a fever that elude my senses
The caress forgotten, the thought went through
Illuminate my path, avenge my persona
I’ll slain myself and vindicate my reflection
Twice I traveled the way, testing my strength
I’m not finished
To mend what I believed went awry in me
I’m not even started
Can’t stop the feeling of worth, near the void
So, I should quit
Left to die, carving the illusion of being whole
I’m still trying
I once tried to look at myself, just a glance
And I couldn’t
To fix my mirror image, turn it clockwise
But I wouldn’t
Started to caress my cheek, what a lovely gesture
Then I didn’t
Believing the words that came out of your self
Why I shouldn’t…
Can’t see shit through the fog that lives nomadic in my mirror. -
CosPlay - December's Comic Con
Hi, there! CosPlay has been a hobby of mine since my college days. Those days my involvement was only backstage. I helped others to make the costumes, props and alike. But never had the courgae to do it. Until I really fell in love with the anime Inuyasha (i have a scimitar sword altered like the character in my living room), that I decided to make the character.
Right now my CosPlay project involve my son Christopher (six years old) and I'm really excited to do it with him. For the next Comic Con (in December) he wants to go as Rock Lee from the anime Naruto. I think he'll look real cute.
When I chose a character to cosplay I try to be real reasonable. I'm BBW, so I can't go as something like lolita something like that! I was thinking of going as one of these characters; Granny Tsunade (love it), Choji, or a ANBU operative (elite ninja, would be extremely awesome).
So the showdown would be between ANBU and Granny Tsunade. What would look good besides my kid that will be Rock Lee? I have to decide fast, the comic con will be the third week of December and besides I already know where to find all the elements to make work the costumes. -
Full Of Fire (Lies) - Unedited
Beautiful words shatter in your embrace
Never understand how loneliness can drive insane
So natures took its course and arrive at end of my love
Don’t touch me, it could burn me
Abruptly yesterday I dreamed how love is full of fire
But everything has meaning and this is how I tell you
I know your lie; listen to the sound of my silence
Around us the wind picked up our senses and dance
Remembering how all this started and roads are still unopened
I drink all your words and you start the game taking my hand
So false the air, but I felt like I were breathing, all you gave me
Your love filled my skin and still swoon over your voice
With you I felt lonelier than with myself, I imagined that all was made of dreams
Something screams at me that understanding was dawning at last
Love it is a gift given freely to someone
Time pass on and I can tell that when you entered in my life
All stopped and go without haste, part of me still wait for the knock
Memories get lost so I can make sense of this conversation
Now I’m not afraid to shatter the fantasy; I have nothing left to say
Just to write poetry that still remembers when I saw you arrive
The waiting can torture any soul, only if you understand it
To know if I kill it, you knife it or just die on its own
My love without conditions and still don’t know what I’m doing here.
Leave my hand and go, translate my definitions and see the truth…
…Why I’m still here with you? -
Fairy Tales...
Long ago I heard that we must part and not follow
The yellow bricks in search for an answer
Bathed in moonlight, I fled and not returned ever since
Why I explain the pain inflicted? To describe the meaning
Waste of time, resource, energy and thinking. Don’t rationalize everything!
I only need my dreams to survive in this wasteland
To think and debate the hue of colors falling into place
My head still hurts, cornered by whispers
Don’t falter your steps, stay for a while and talk to me
This conflict has separated us in so many ways
I miss the emotion of setting my gaze unto reflection
Fireflies dance with me, while I weave my hope
Whilst I heard the promise of a unknown future
Power slipped from my hands, believing in providence
Otherwise why talk to you Fates? Be kind for once…
Why explain the pain inflicted? Portray the implications
Squander of instance, source, force and judgment.
This has to stop, this perception must proceed
Long ago I heard that we must part and not follow
The yellow bricks in search for an answer
Shred in darkness, I fled and not returned ever since
Seeking for a new parchment to create a thought, a sentence
Still can’t believe the control has slipped from my hands.
Recognize that my strides sometimes hesitate
Slowly my sight is set to the west dawn, a new night
Don’t find breadth in hurt, to assume and ponder
Rising my fist to the constellations and wonder
Why as a child was led to believe,
In all fairy tales the princess at the end is set free
Please wait...
