Independence For Puerto Rico! |
It is a fact that I am Puerto Rican. "What is a Puerto Rican?" Well... a Puerto Rican is simply the by product of centuries of love, acceptance and intigration. You see, our &nb...
Posted by one eno on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 07:11:00 PST |
Chicago, Idaho, NYC |
Next month I will finnally get out of this place that has tormented me for so long. Here is a middle finger to all that has held me back until now. I hope that you can picture it. My...
Posted by one eno on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 05:17:00 PST |
A Hole In Time |
Time is the name for the dimension of our existance that keeps all things in motion. Much like a river, time is a constant shifting of events and experiences that are all in relation to one anot...
Posted by one eno on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 05:00:00 PST |
The Television Generation |
You see them at the bars and clubs. Average day bipeds recount and relive everything the saw somwhere some time on TV. There dress reflects what the media designates as modern trend. ...
Posted by one eno on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 06:32:00 PST |
The Unicycle Torture Machine |
Heat waves are almost a phsycadelic part of the natural world. I love watching them turn things into a watery illusion in the distance. As I drink tea under the shade of an umbrella I star...
Posted by one eno on Sun, 30 Jul 2006 04:23:00 PST |
Journal time |
It is currently near nine in the morning here in Hurst, Tx. There is a grey blanket filtering the light of the sky. Everything is wet and soggy. I mean, everything! I just got ...
Posted by one eno on Tue, 09 May 2006 07:35:00 PST |
A Typical Day in the life of a June Bug. |
Hello. My name is Jowie or Joseph (if you want to be proper) and I am a freight worker. Thats right... a freight worker. There is no saving the world in my profession, no mystical im...
Posted by one eno on Wed, 26 Apr 2006 05:23:00 PST |
In Transit |
A sailors compass lies here in my hand.I look at it with a gleam of hope.The creeking of the wood of this ship,Fills my heart with optimism.Another part of me offers apologies,For a lack of presence.A...
Posted by one eno on Thu, 13 Apr 2006 10:54:00 PST |
The Last of My Pride |
With the passing of decency and seeming reality,
I reach out to catch a train made of lights.
The passengers wave at me and value their distance.
They leave only traces in the shadow of night.
Why can...
Posted by one eno on Sun, 29 Jan 2006 11:19:00 PST |
An Opera and A Tragedy |
This is the story of human life. Some of us get what we deserve by nature. Some of us get what we deserve by effort. Some of us wear robes of sack cloth. Some of us dawn soiled purple cloaks. Some of ...
Posted by one eno on Fri, 16 Dec 2005 05:36:00 PST |
