Monday, June 06, 2005


Solo buscaba en el cielo,
Algo que me despegara la quijada del suelo,
Y de paso, me llevara muy lejos,
A algún sitio remoto donde no se colaran tus recuerdos.

Esa tarde cuando agotado a descansar se fue dios,
Se canso de verme arrojar los sesos por la borda,
Fue inútil su intento de redireccionar mi atención,
Yo solo pensaba:
Cerebro ¿para que? si esto ya no es asunto de neuronas,
No sabia que hacer, si soplar para que el viento lograra deshacerme del sonido ecléctico de tu voz,
O quitarle unos minutos al reloj,
Para que entonces te extrañara menos horas.

Esa tarde, trate después de darle una lección de lógica a mi corazón,
Y de poner un filtro en cada uno de mis pensamientos,
¿Pero que saben de metodología los sentimientos?
Es como si le pidiera a mi boca que restara cada uno de tus besos.


Blogger Galleta said...

que tiene tu blog de: twisted-mind.
es un asco borralo ya.


9:42 PM  
Blogger jason spit said...

wow que twisted, escribes mariconadas que llamas poemas. no mames que miedo, puto.

7:51 PM  
Blogger 'Thought & Humor' said...

We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose. A
time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

'Thought & Humor' by Howdy
Cyber-Humor, Cyber-Thought
Cyber-Riddles for your divertissement!!!

8:10 PM  
Blogger Mimi said...

Hi once again!
You know who I am...
Tnx for the orgasms...
Greetings :)

8:56 PM  

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