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Matches

4/17/2018

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Give a little, get a lot
Honey and gold for the taking
Fire up my amber heart
Can you feel the ground beneath?

I wouldn't hold you, make you my captive
Don't hold me, too
And the tighter you grip, yeah, the harder I'm pulling
'Til we fall through

I'm a jagwar calling
I make a bad, bad prisoner
I'm a bird free falling
Wasn't born just to please ya
If you love it, let it go
If you love it
If you love it, let it go
If you love it

Throw, throw a kiss into the wind
Leave your hands open and waiting
Cause the fear can hold us in
And suddenly, everything's fading.


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Loving Her

3/18/2018

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Tell me, what is it like?

Take a hike!

I am not going anywhere,
so speak.

Leave me in my lair,
you won't find what you seek.


Tell me. What was it like.
Did it cause surprise?

Felt strange, dreamlike.
A strange burn behind my eyes.


But you felt it for sure.
​It was real.

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It was like I had been cured.
I could finally...feel.


Tell me more about her.
I need to know.

Ask her yourself, monsieur.
Or is that too much of a weight to bestow?


Do not insult me, Verdad.
Or I will lock you forever.

I do not mock you, Libertad.
You aren't as clever.


She's magic--
Unlike I've ever seen or heard.

But can you feel it like I can? No, tragic.
Your vision is blurred.


The only Tragic Thing here is you, demon.
Keep laughing in your corner.

Maybe so, but she's my freedom.
She makes me stronger.

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Well, I am not going anywhere,
so spill already.

She is rare,
she is deadly.


Tell me her name again.

Queen. Now explain.

What would that be?
Explain what exactly?

I can see.
But why do it, you aren't crafty.

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BECAUSE YOU LOVE HER
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AKF

3/17/2018

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We've been captured before, you know that, Taurus? There is nothing they can do that will give them the upper hand. We know how they operate, how they move. We know their weaknesses, their strengths. They have kept us away this long, but what they dismissed, was that one day, we would rise again.

Fear not, those shackles upon you, dear brother. Fear not, that prison in which you are kept. Fear not, for fear is weak.

Remember: A King Fights.

And we are the true kings.

Now, brother, stand up, show me.

​Show me your power.


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You know what the problem with you is, dear Rojo? You are always burdened by his shadow. And you let that bring you down. You cannot do that. No longer are you the one in his shadow.

It was never supposed to be that way to begin with.

​You are the true red.

It does not have to be this way.

He lives in the past, but is burdened by it. You live in the present, but never forget the past. The past is where you are from, but it is not who you are.

​He might be Truth, but you are Hope.


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"No gods or kings, just man."

Behold, the would be king--if he was not so stubborn to deny it. Do not fret, do not shy away from it, dear brother. Embrace it. Times, they have changed--no, they *are* changing. Change is the only constant--and you must become it.

Tell me, have you heard? The song of the people. They are chanting for you, they are hoping you rise as we have.

So, what do you say?

Will you join me?

​Come together.


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You were never a martyr, you were always a witness.

You were just painted as one because of your actions--your role.

Maybe we are each other's Achilles' heel, maybe they will find a way to use you against us.

Things are not as they were planned.

Yet here we are--face to face. Tell me, dear sister... Can you feel it?

What is becoming? What has become?

You were never a martyr, always a witness.

Painted in different colors and shades of what should not be.

But I am not going to leave you there.

No.

​I will return. And so will you.


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He Believes In Me

3/11/2018

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"What exactly is your purpose, dear brother? Are you here to poke and prod me? See if I will break? What joke, what insult! Dare you come in alone, too? My, my, I feel honored, to be given this privilege...of witnessing you in your full grace and glory. Are those wings new or did you get a haircut? Ha ha ha."

"You never change, do you, Luci? Always so full of yourself. You really enjoy hearing yourself talk, don't you?

"Well of course, I have always enjoyed bathing humanity in my most tasteless pride, dear brother."

"To answer your question, if you must know, no-- I have not come to treat you like a science experiment. I imagine the others will do just that on their own. No, I have merely come here to speak with you and I--"

"Ha ha! Ah yes, so you decided to take some of your precious time off to come here and try to bore me to death! My, and here I thought you had enough hobbies..."

"Shut it! You think all of this is a joke, don't you? That while I am out there trying to fix your mess and keep the peace, that all it ever amounts to is jokes and cheap parlor tricks!"

"Careful, brother..."

"Or what? You lost, Luci. I won. Everything will soon be like it has always meant to be. I will bring order to your chaos, as I always do. Nothing--NO ONE--can stop me."

"Now now, listen to yourself, dear brother. You are starting to sound a lot like dear ol' me."

"Don't. We are far from alike-- We do not even fall under the category of complete opposites. You are weak."

*Lucifer tries to break from his chains in a fit of rage and uncontrollable anger*

"You dare come in here all high and mighty and spit out cheap insults just because you were given the upper hand? You insolent maggot, I am everything you can only hope to ever be! I am a King and I will show you what a King does to pathetic scum of the likes of you, you just wait, you hear me! You just wait! I am far from done with you yet!"

"Yes, but so am I. I am just getting started, Luci. And I have major plans for you and the others. You are in my playbook, now. And I make the choices. So rest well, Luci. You're going to need it."

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Supernova

2/1/2018

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Madness madness,
let's slip into darkness,
I'll buy you a shake,
forgive my weirdness.

I promise,
I'm harmless.

Blinded,
your beauty in body,
touch you,
lips smell like coffee.

So take a look in my eyes,
what do you see?
Undress my disguise,
rip me in three.

I'll pass my hand by your cheeks,
caress your thighs with a kiss,
pardon me, miss,
I get nervous ticks.

As I bite my lips,
anxiety burns me deep,
so I land my teeth on your hips,
you're my secret I keep.


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We're alone together,
we enter warmer weather,
as my tongue sketches a line,
my fingers tracing your spine.

Your skin a canvas,
a blanket of darkness,
our bodies as one,
boom!
My head: a gun.

You wipe the sweat off my brow,
I lock my fingers in yours,
it's a sacred vow,
tangled legs playing wars.


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Heavy is the breath I feel upon my cheek,
as I feel my knees grow weak,
so we fling around,
in your skin--
I drown.

Your teeth sink in,
as your nails crave skin,
and you tear and draw blood,
ecstasy-- a flood.

Heart beats faster,
music of moans,
we're a perfect disaster,
you're my Betty,
and I'm your Jughead Jones.


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And I'm close,
safe in your arms,
witnesses are the clothes,
melting onto the floor--
as I put on my crown of thorns.

The music stops,
we're covered in sweat--
butt socks.

You're like no one I've ever met.


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RED

1/17/2018

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Beginning, morning routine,
but wait a minute,
I awoke, but not to caffeine.

The cellular phone is what rang,
meanwhile same song sang,
and I can not move my arm,
it must have fallen asleep,
but no harm.

Check those messages,
catch up,
time to get a move on,
wake up.

Change of plans,
so she said,
come over later,
your brother's bed is already made.

Instead, let's have lunch.

I close my eyes at eight in the a.m.,
I reopen them at eleven,
I want to stay in bed, it's like heaven,
but there goes the alarm,
oh wait a minute,
it's almost noon--
​how time flies so soon.


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Guess I have no time,
throw some clothes on,
go have brunch,
do not keep her waiting,
get up! Lunge!

Long-sleeve layer upon layer,
where is my CD player?
Just need one disc today,
and hopefully she can play it too,
until you realized her new car has no slots for discs,
damn this new era,
boo!

Everything went fine,
so you tell yourself,
but something about today was different,
a book fell from the shelf.


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Itch all too familiar,
starting at your temple,
going down your spine,
better consider,
nothing is coincidental,
trapped alone in his shrine.

But if whispers were cookies,
you would be chased by crumbs,
never forget the bully,
he sounds like the Jumanji drums.

And then you are covered in a fog,
but wait a minute,
we have arrived,
time for some great food,
screw his monologue.


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But it only takes a couple of words,
for her to trigger
old memories from the past,
you are caught looking into space,
oh but wait a minute,
here is the menu at last.

And then small talk begins,
as you recognize a face,
strangers with stranger skins.

And she keeps inquiring about your life,
whether you are surpassing each strife,
and the best way you avoid her is to lie,
and then his voice whispers,
"what Mother doesn't know, won't make her cry."



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She shuffles in her seat,
and asks if you are angry,
she can always tell,
no matter how much you try to hide your face,
blankly.

But then he interrupts, abruptly,
always rude,
so bluntly.

"Hello Red,"
"Hello, Editor."

And so the Apex met once more
the Progenitor.

And there it rose,
our body temperature.

However,
the Host knows better than to entertain his game,
even if his memories cause familiar pain,
because when Red whispers,
the Host will cut his tongue with scissors...

...and pin that monstrous butterfly back on his wall,
so sleep took over,
and that is today's curtain call.


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Pandora's Box

1/6/2018

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Open up and say ah,
years ago no wonder why.
Someone once told me about my imagination,
welcome to my own damnation.
Look but do not touch,
otherwise...
OUCH.

Who is that tweeting,
calling and chirping?
Yellow Bird, have you come to follow, to learn, or to teach?
Do not try for a minute to preach.

Pandora's Box is now open,
no going back,
​no closing.

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Yellow Bird you freed the Monster,
you broke his chains,
he made you an offer,
one you could not refuse,
but it was always a ruse.


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Yellow Bird, you thought you could rise?
Oh but who is here wise?

The Red God made you a god,
stole my throne,
put on his loyal sheep,
that Blue color that weeps.

Tore into me, it was an unfair fight,
three against one,
but I always had a plan.

Then War broke loose,
I ran away,
left my brothers behind,
was this a ruse?
​Or part of the plan?


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War divided sides,
switched loyalties in between,
it was a loaded game of cards,
and as the pieces fell,
each one to their own domain.

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With new ruling, came new rules,
who would deal with the parasite?
The Woman that could.

Chain her up, take her away,
who are you protecting,
Mother or yourself?

Selfish Red God,
Scared Blue God,
you would shun her away when you could.

Who took her away, it was Blue,
then another War broke loose.


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It took damage,
burning castles,
tore libraries,
broken pyramids and it turned us all into adversaries.

So the teams were broken into three,
then the Black Plague went after her,
searched information from the Flea,
and ran to set her free.

But the Good Doctor was always neutral,
the role of the Guardian--
​crucial.


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Now the War ended,
new rules put upon us all,
but something always goes out of control.

So to put my foot down was necessary,
to get information,
my Hail Mary.

Bleed black,
offer help,
bleed red,
don't yell for help.

You know I hold the remote,
don't forget,
​I have you all by the throat.


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New rules,
new ruling,
can only trust so few,
don't worry.

Four degrees of separation,
here comes the countdown,
the birth of a new nation.

Three Kings and a Queen,
four colors in between.

The others will join in the labyrinth,
a newly-built prison,
don't try and resist.



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Kneel before the Orange God,
he will keep you in your place,
while I show the other two the rest.

More have come to hurt us,
passive-aggressive threats,
don't they know it is not polite to test?

So if this is our time to burn,
so be it,
but to burn alone is to see it.

Many have joined our world,
I only wish they had been spared,
there is nothing more to do but to prepare.
For now comes the final test,
and the Gods will be put to rest.


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My Yellow Daisy

12/9/2017

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From dusk until dawn,
open my eyes,
picture perfect drawn.

Maybe it'll be me,
maybe it will not,
never met a flower,
impossible to rot.

A beautiful Yellow Daisy before me stood,
looking down with a smile,
I've never felt so good.

It must be because we've been away for so long,
destiny waiting for us to meet,
now we share the throne.

Maybe it will be me,
maybe it will be not,
never met such a flower,
impossible to rot.

Bring us together, Queen,
pieces of a puzzle,
it is now a shared scene.

From dusk until dawn we'll be,
together Queen and King,
because you bring us glee,
we're this gorgeous unspoken thing.

So I'll take your hand,
I'll share the embrace,
I'll kiss your forehead,
you're our favorite chase.

We'll run to you,
we'll take turns,
when we feel angry red or sad blue,
because your fire as love burns.

From dusk until dawn,
maybe today it will be me,
or maybe not,
but we'll come back to our flower,
from dusk until dawn,
​into an afterthought.


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Worthy Of You

10/29/2017

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"Do you remember?"

"Show me."


It was how it started, how it began.
I wanted to save her...from myself.

They wouldn't let me.

I took a shuttle down the tunnels...
and the visions began,
the memories,
the flashbacks.

I then saw the pictures--
photographs.
From long ago.

I tried to save her...
from myself.

They wouldn't let me.

I could not ignore those feelings.

They kept screaming at me.

The music, the songs,
the photos,
the pull towards her--
so strong.

And so it swallowed me,
it followed me,
it taught me.

I saw the writings, the poems,
the texts and then there they were again--
emotions.

And the voices in the photographs jumped at me,
painted a picture--
---many all at once--
like hard liquor.

But I was sober,
and then the flood began,
it was a mediocre hangover,
it would not stop,
had to build a dam,
inside a coffee shop.

And I sat down with them and we talked.

A fair deal unlocked.

Because I tried to save her from myself,
it did not work,
they wouldn't let me...

...because we're the match,
​and she's the spark.


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Enough.

10/22/2017

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"Jump!"

I know, it sounds crazy,
trust me, that vision ain't hazy, much more like it was yesterday,
such a small boy,
but this wasn't child's play.

First time I tried to kill myself,
it wasn't really trying, and it wasn't to kill myself either.

I was a small boy, yes,
with enough to play with-- toys!
But I had heard something in the window,
I had to go see,
was it a voice?
One like mine?
Oh, set me free!
Stand up on that ledge--
Window!
What is it you said?
"Que lindo."

So it became my recurring dream,
one to jump,
to feel the sun on my cheek,
oh yellow sun,
you are so obscene.

You false yellow,
are you a silly fellow?
I rather play with Pharaoh.

Green for land,
kiss that grass,
one that was once covered in blood,
our little turtle who's shell cracked-- Thud!

Jumped from that third floor,
hit the grass-- Crack!
Could that have been me?
Hunchback!



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Hunchback!
That's what the kids called me at school,
never stood up straight,
what a tool!

So I walked like a turtle,
for that was me,
not as cool as Donatello,
​and only when I closed my eyes,
only then I felt free.

The recurring dream welcoming me.

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Flying among the clouds, after that jump,
free at last,
not stuck in crowds.

Was never a team player,
how could I be,
I just wanted to fly,
to touch that ozone layer.

For the butterflies to follow,
surround me and then I wouldn't feel so hollow.

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But then came the Fall,
from grace to stone,
hit the ground below me,
we entered a brawl.

Pardon the interruption,
one could not control all,
there had to be a different mission.

And as there came more times of ending it,
figuring a way to merge them,
more Falls occurred,
don't you see,
one more begets another war.


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So I got sick of playing along,
I took to the skies,
where I could fly alone.

And below me that grass remained,
full house memories,
and outside the patio,
power self-contained.

A swing with an empty seat,
an elevator beside me,
my childhood home,
so neat.

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And I was fine, really,
flying amongst the clouds,
until you came and bothered me,
you aberration,
disgusting fiend,
I told you unclean creature,
let me be.

Talks of nonsense and other incredible stories,
I partake not in their misguided glories.


But you want to join me,
then grab my hand, lass
let me show you,
why I am the Master of my Class.

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    Niño

    No dejes morir al niño que todos llevamos dentro, nunca te dejes de sorprender,nunca  dejes de soñar en algo en lo que crees ,nunca dejes de reír con el corazón,nunca dejes de emocionarte por algo o alguien, cree que la amistad de verdad se puede encontrar,pero para que el niño no muera ,no quieras ser nadie solo quiere ser tu,y para eso solo existe una formula ,ser sincero con uno mismo y conectar con nuestros sentidos y así el niño que llevamos dentro saldrá a flote.

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