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! OrAcIoN a Mi PrOJiMo !
  
ORO POR VOS HERMANO, POR TU FELIZIDAD Y TU DICHA; PARA DESEARTE PROSPERIDAD Y SALUD......

ORO PARA DECIRTE QUE CUANDO VEAS UNA FALTA EN MI ,DIMELA, Y RECURDAD QUE NO SOY PERFECTO.
LUEGO AYUDAME A SUPERAR ESA FALTA ,
DESPUES AYUDAME A AMARTE, AYUDAME A DARTE MI PAZ, MI AMOR ......

Y DAME TU PAZ....
Y DAME TU AMOR.......
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SEE THE OCEAN Mar 9, 2007 3:58 pm
Mood: 31, 401 Views
AS SHE WATCHES THE BOATS THAT GOFOR CLAMS AND SCALLOPS, THE WIND SLAPS HER, THE WIND THAT WEARS KID GLOVES.

SHE HAS CONSUMED MANY HEADS OF LETTUCE, SHE HAS PICKED AT MANY BONES OF FISH.

EACH DAY SHE REPEATS A THOUSAND MOTIONS,SHE GATHERS HER HEART AND BODY AT LAST, HOME ,TO THE PLACE OF HER SOLITARY CHOOSING.

THE SEA GULLS WING BEFORE HER WINDOW SCREEN.
SHE WEARS HER SKIN ALONE TO BED.

....I WOULD PICK MORE DAISIES.
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(*.~) A WoMaN's ChOiCe (*.~) Mar 8, 2007 5:33 pm
Mood: 19, 423 Views
THE BLACK COAT, IT'S THE KEY TO FASHION.SHE WANTS IT.THE ONE WHIT THE COLLAR THAT WON'T QUIT, THE MIDCALF, PURE WOOL BLACK COAT-THE LIMIT, THE ESSENCE, HALF-PRICE, THE BLACK COAT. SHE WANT IT.

SHE TRIES IT:THE PERFECT COAT.
SHE IS PARTICULAR, PRECISE,
SHE IS THE WOMAN IN THE BLACK COAT.
SEE HER SEDUCE THE BAY!
SEE HER LIE IN IRIDESCENT FOAN!
SOFT WOOL RIDES THE WAVES.

NOR SHE GIVES IT
BACK TO THE RACK.
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........ MoThEr LaNd ........ Mar 8, 2007 4:04 pm
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.....I KNEW THAT PLACE LIKE THE FLECKLES I TRIED TO BLEACH
WHITH LEMON JUICE ACROSS MY NOSE.

.....I KNEW THE GEOMETRIC GRACE OF FIELDS THAT REACH BEYOND THE POINT WHERE GREEN CARESSES BLUE.

.....I KNEW THE MISSISSIPPI MUCK THAT SPROUTS SOYBEANS AND WEEDS THAT SPREAD LIKE FIRE THROUGH HAY.

.....SOMETIMES I BELIVER I MIGHT BE STUCK FOREVER, DEEP IN THAT TENACIOUS MIRE.

.....I NEVER REALLY CAME TO KNOW THAT PLACE, I NEVER KNEW THE LIFE-FORCE IN MY BLOOD THAT SLOWS ALL MOVEMENT TO THE SEASONS' PACE.

.....I PULLED MYSELF FREE LIKE A SHOE FROM THE MUD AND LEFT.

..... NOW FROM BOOKS, MY CHILDREN UNDESTAND THE CONCEPT FARM.

.... THEY'LL NEVER KNOW THE LAND.
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**** **** ReSuMe **** **** Mar 8, 2007 3:49 pm
Mood: 25, 424 Views
When her life seemed too demanding, my mother oftenclaimed it was her sole ambition to stand in some monotonus factoy line, watching cans of beans roll by .

She wouldn't mind the pay because her simple job would be to drop a pice of pork on top of each.
On better days she crave a business of her own, some classy place whit her name on the awaning that she ruled in a good gray suit.

Nowthe direction of her gazehas changed.

She focuses on what she hasn't been-a faster reader,better shopper, this .

As she recites her litany of disappointment, I see her in that scheme she once imagined:

A conveyer belt is humming, and a thousand cans are floating by like object in a dream.

Beneath the cool fluorecent lights whit a my mother lifts her hand-a girl whit a paycheck coming, and nothing but this moment on her mind.
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(^&^) ArT As LiFe (^&^) Mar 7, 2007 6:44 pm
Mood: 18, 424 Views
IT'S ABOUT STILLNESS,
A FEELING FOR THE PRIMITIVE SPIRIT,
DISPLACED STRUCTURE,
AND SOMEONE LISTENING, LYING
IN HER SINGLE BED
BY A WINDOW
SHADOW AND LIGTHT
MAKING CANVAS FIGURES
UPON THE WALLS,
BREATHING SLOWLY,
TAKING IT ALL IN
AS IF SHE WERE , FOR THIS MOMENT,
THE ONLY PERSON ON EARTH
WHO FINALLY HEARS
WHAT HAS BEING MISSED,
WHO FINALY SEES
WHAT TOUCHES HERSELF
SLOWLY, TO FEEL WHO SHE IS
THROUGH FLESH, THIS MINIMAL
PRODUCT
OF SKELETAL REMAINS,
WHO THEN TURNS SIDEWAYS
FROM THE VIEW,
CLOSING HER EYES, BUT
RETAINING THE IMAGE, SLEEPS
WHITH A SMILE ON HER LIPS.
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\/\/** MoRnInG NeWs**\/\/ Mar 7, 2007 4:08 pm
Mood: 25, 401 Views
I HOLD THE PAPER
SLICED IN EARLY LIGHT,
READ PAST THE TRIAL OF A FATHER
WHO POWDERED
HIS TODDLER'S DISPOSABLE WHIT DRANO
TO INSIDE PAGES
WHERE AM INFANT WAS FOUND
LOCKET INSIDE A PICKUP TRUCK
suckING A BEER-FILLED BOTTLE
WHILE THE TEEN MOM WINDOW-SHOPPED.
I FLIP TO THE BACK PAGE
WHERE THE EIGHT MONTH OLD FOUND
IN AN UNHEATED CHICAGO APARTMENT
WON'T NEED AMPUTATION AFTER ALL,
ONLY TREATMENT FOR FROST
AND RODENT BITES.

MY COFFE IS GLUE
SLIDING DOWN MY THROAT
AND I MUST DRESS TO PASS
PARADES OF MOTHERS,
ROBELESS JUDGES
WHO TOW CHAPPED KIDS,
BALANCE SIGNS THAT TALT OF RIGHTS,
NOT OF ADOLESCENTS
NO OF MEN AND WOMEN
WHO MAKE MISTAKES
BUT RIGHTS OF THE RESULTS:
UNBORNS WHO MAY BE DROPPED
LIKE BREAD CRUMBS ON CHURCH STEPS,
IN TOILLET BOWLS OR SCALDING BATHS.
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***** ThE SaCrIFIcE ****** Mar 7, 2007 3:44 pm
Mood: 20, 385 Views
A CHIELD IS GROWING SOMEWHERE
IN THIS WEARY WORD,
AN INNOCENT UNWARY
OF EMOTIONS SHATTERED,
A CHIED WHOSE LIFE AROUND
MUTE HEARTS IS CURLED,
WHO'LL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH
HIS BEING MATTERED.

LOVINGLY, SHE CHOSE TO YIELD
AT BIRTH THE SON
SHE BORE WITH COURAGE
IN HER UNWED PRIME.
CLEARLY, SHE SAW
PATERNAL LACK OF WORTH
AS PARENT OR AS SPOUSE:
POOR PARADINGM.

REALITY PRESSED CLOSE
AND SHE PERCEIVED
HOW ONLY HOPE
WAS LEFT TO GIVE HER SON,
THAT GOOD INTENT WOULS NOT
THEIR NEEDS RELIVE:
THE SACRIFICIAL WED
WAS FIRMLY SPUN.

ADOPTIVE KEEPERS NOW
ASSUME HIS CARE
AND FILL HIS TIME
WHIT WONDERS FAR REMOVED
FROM LINEAL LOVE
THAT EVERMORE STIL DARES
TO GROW-- A SEFLESS LOVE
ALREADY PROVED.
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******** AdoPtIoN ******** Mar 6, 2007 6:36 pm
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........ I StitCHED US TOGUETHER BY NIGHT
IN THE ROCKING CHAIR, MARVELED
AT YOUR FINGUERS, THE FOREIGN NAVEL,
MEMORIZED YOUR LANGUAGE.

........HAVING ACCEPTED THE UNFAMILIAR,
I KEPT WATCH
FOR PROOF OF OUR UNION.

........TONIGHT I INHALE AS I KISS
YOUR PERFECT FACE, MOIS
FROM BUSY DREAMING.

........YOUR FRAGANCE MARKS ME------THAT FINGERPRINT
ONLY A PAREN CAN READ.

........I CRAWL IN BESIDE YOU, GRATEFUEL
AND PATIENT, O DIP US
WITH EVEN BREATH
IN THIS NIGHT'S INK.
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ThE KeEpEr Of SpAcEs Mar 6, 2007 4:42 pm
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I AM THE KEET OF USUALLY VACANT SPACES.

I AM THE ONE WHO NOTES HOY BARE THE SWAMP OAK GROWS IN ERARLY FALL.

I NOTCH THE SOUNTHER SKIES WHIT GRAY BEFORE THE MIGRATORY BIRDS FLY PAST.

IT IS NOT VOIDS
BUT POSSIBILITIES I SEE :
THE RIBBED HULL OF A LEAF
WHERE TEA SCALE AGAINS
ITS BARNACLE GRIP,
THE SCALLOPED DRINK DRY
THE BLOOM.

I AM THE ONE WHO , LOOKING AT MY HAND, SEE NOT A SHAPE BUT ALL THE PLACES
WHERE THE HAND MUST GO.
AND THE SPACES BETWEEN FINGERS
WHERE LIFE LIKE SAND ESCAPES
EVEN AS I MAKE
A FIRS.
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.......... SoLo Tu ........... Mar 6, 2007 4:00 pm
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Solo tu entiendes lo que gurda mi corazon
tu conoces lo que hay en mi interior
tu vijilas mi camino y mi andar
solo en ti es que puedo contfiar.

Tu eres mi fuerza mi amigo fiel tu eres mi vida .

Solo tu me gurdad proteguiendome del mal
tu me ayudas para no marchar atras
solo tume amas y en ti puedo confiar
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