#poem

A poem and meditation on the collective unconscious and the pool of life.

Be the master of your own destiny.

Be the master of your own destiny.

And without your joy and your worth, I would fall unchecked into an abyss; I would be left alone in a cave from which I could never escape. There’s no reason to say goodbye to you today— stay just a little

Technologism is an Anarchist's poem, set to music & a blog about Western Government tactics and the debt Poverty Machine

Allí todo termina y lo imposible revela su crudeza si hay sueños imposibles como hombres sin alas y lunas solitarias. Allí comienzan los abismos otra vida nunca conocida donde la esperanza muere o renace

Be the master of your own destiny.

Some days I swear I feel like it all to much. Somedays I'll go non verbal and out of reach. Somedays I push any one who dares come my way. Somedays I wonder why I'm still alive. Somedays the clock tick

Hay una palabra en mi boca haciendo espuma efervescencia una palabra que vive y se retuerce cada vez que entras en escena. Es un ente vivo un verbo mojado en saliva que mora bajo mi lengua y traza esquemas

Be the master of your own destiny.

A short essay and poem on the nature of trust.

Be the master of your own destiny.

Así de simple, de un solo tirón, para unir palabras de verdad y no como me lo impone una regla, pues así no doy espacio a malas ideas que permitan anudarme a tu olvido. Ideas pegadas con ideas, porque

A Song to the Sentient Earth is a poem inhabiting the mind of a timeless observer watching the processes of mother earth

Be the master of your own destiny.

To all the poets here, please advise me on how to write poetry. I really love poetry and really want to write it like a professional. this piece is just an expression of thoughts, I wouldn't say it's a

Decides saborear los días imaginar que son verdad los sentimientos aún si despierto te faltan todos los amores de tu vida. De pie sobre la roca besando la ola de infinito horizonte decides recorrer las

Photo taken by me in Giza Egypt in 2012 The desert sand sleeps, a soft breath of morning haze serenades the dawn. I visited Cairo and the pyramids at Giza in 2012. It seems a long time ago looking at the

Be the master of your own destiny.

No molesta que grites, o que sueñes con incendios. Molesta cuando el humo les llega hasta los cimientos. It doesn’t bother them that you shout, or that you dream of fires. It bothers them when the smoke