Stand Tall

I regret to regret,
what ifs do not exist, they just slap you in the face to show you where you at,
there are things that I'm not proud of, there are thigns that I consider highlights of my life... I don't regret nothing.
What's done is done, what's said it's been said,
and I am what I am, I'm not what I've been,
with ghost or no ghost, wings or no wings, light or no light,
I gave it all but I'm sure I can conjure a few more smiles.

...your forgetfulness calls me,
your silence awakens me,
your sight moves me,
your words challenge me,
your memory draws me to you.

A little motivation.

Things turn out best for those who make the best of the way things turn out.

Art Linkletter

A thank you note.

Thank you for listening...
Thank you for the response...
Thank you for the feedback...
Thank you for the past...
Thank you for the insight...
Thank you for the support...
Thank you.

Plus 3

Don't feel much torment anymore, I just feel all battered up..

Chau número tres. By Mario Benedetti (Exception #2)

Chau número tres

Te dejo con tu vida
tu trabajo
tu gente
con tus puestas de sol
y tus amaneceres.

Sembrando tu confianza
te dejo junto al mundo
derrotando imposibles
segura sin seguro.

Te dejo frente al mar
descifrándote sola
sin mi pregunta a ciegas
sin mi respuesta rota.

Te dejo sin mis dudas
pobres y malheridas
sin mis inmadureces
sin mi veteranía.

Pero tampoco creas
a pie juntillas todo
no creas nunca creas
este falso abandono.

Estaré donde menos
lo esperes
por ejemplo
en un árbol añoso
de oscuros cabeceos.

Estaré en un lejano
horizonte sin horas
en la huella del tacto
en tu sombra y mi sombra.

Estaré repartido
en cuatro o cinco pibes
de esos que vos mirás
y enseguida te siguen.

Y ojalá pueda estar
de tu sueño en la red
esperando tus ojos
y mirándote.

Hagamos un trato. By Mario Benedetti (Exception #1)

Hagamos un trato

Cuando sientas tu herida sangrar
cuando sientas tu voz sollozar
cuenta conmigo.

(de una canción de Carlos Puebla)

Compañera,
usted sabe
que puede contar conmigo,
no hasta dos ni hasta diez
sino contar conmigo.

Si algunas veces
advierte
que la miro a los ojos,
y una veta de amor
reconoce en los míos,
no alerte sus fusiles
ni piense que deliro;
a pesar de la veta,
o tal vez porque existe,
usted puede contar
conmigo.

Si otras veces
me encuentra
huraño sin motivo,
no piense que es flojera
igual puede contar conmigo.

Pero hagamos un trato:
yo quisiera contar con usted,
es tan lindo
saber que usted existe,
uno se siente vivo;
y cuando digo esto
quiero decir contar
aunque sea hasta dos,
aunque sea hasta cinco.

No ya para que acuda
presurosa en mi auxilio,
sino para saber
a ciencia cierta
que usted sabe que puede
contar conmigo.

Plus 2

I need a new motto....

So... Carnator's stone huh?

I found out what it the biggest stone of them all...

...I like the sound that the chain
makes as it looses it's grip
on me and makes a splash on the dusty groud.

Lurk...

A ghost...
it's there...
but the real question is...
Is it haunting you or
is it that you want to have it around?
I've just found out or I've always known that,
that type of shit doesn't do anybody any good...
and I'm so desperate to let go,
but unfortunately you can't just carve
a hole in you...

...because this thing that lurks
is a bunch of mist and smoke...
now, where is the wind when you need it?

A Request.

Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out, Get Out... Get the F... OUT!!!!

from 5 to 148...
148-5=143...
+1

Burn it, burn it to the ground...

I played with broken pieces of the past,
but I had enough..
Burn the pieces.. one by one...
because I don't want to leave anything
tying me down again...

I had no idea I had so much
shit hanging on to me...

The reading.

Her cup of coffee said it...
There was something on the top of my head, a dot...
I was carrying something...
Too right...

Long has been my blind burden
and I am so freaking tired and mad....
I wanna break stuff and swear untill I have no voice...
I've wished I didn't have an existence,
but that just silly... time to move.

Plus 1

This is turning point +1.

Time to fight, time to move, to grow up...

...

Confused in the deepest of angsts,
unable to let out words that will make no difference,
but still burn the inside of your eyes that will
perhaps someday open a tiny hole to see through and take the damn blindness away...
The stillness of your entity as everything passes you by,
of the inability to move your feet
as they are clamped to the ground with self-doubt
and the chill of that night that did not sooth but scolded...
A mind in the utter twilight struck so swiftly devastated
for you do not presage what comes before you,
and my sins seem to veil all between me and the world
because in a vacuous, stolid and stupidest of ways I put my self apart from my everything...
Having been evermore running vividly solo but equivalently forlorn
I'm scared of this road that we walk upon that is unmarked and un traveled,
that you know by your existence will lead you to fulfillment and joy
which at this time comes to make me infuriated because
I saw...
I felt...
and then for a moment...
failed to take your hand...
...
...
...
...

...and whether there is or not a way to amend
I will shine even brighter for you
because it's the only thing I truly know how to
and I found out because of you...

See through me...

Sometimes you are transparent, and give your self away in some many ways, isn't funny though, how almost none sees it...
and it hurts when you just want to be seen...
When you try to look, all the curtains are closed...

But then, out of no where, when you least expect it, some one sees you, and it feels like light has been donned on to you...

Looking Ahead...

Today is the day I start the rest of my days,
and tomorrow I will start again...
A little step closer to my destination...

My Favorite Number

Ever since I was litte I liked the number five.. I dunno, it just seems cool. On basketball teams I had to be 5. 5 senses. 5 fingers. 5 continents. Five..
Even today, is even more my favorite number, 5...