care for a cup of tea? |
Songs of home, songs of the unknown , the great love that fell through my winters night selfish screen....and found me lying in a park where the grass was wet and my scream gathered steam. What a...
Posted by Alejandro Picudo on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 01:07:00 PST |
red ashtrrays and fishnet sconce |
shall a raven sit on your glass for you to realize that its half full, no pews but a stool in this dark mass, no eucharist but you lift the decomposition like weights.
Posted by Alejandro Picudo on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 04:08:00 PST |
Passeridae for a day |
this gaze is worth a million eternities....if only it could last for at least one!
what skies lie beyond those gentle folds of flesh that caress the most delicate of eyes? If i could fly into, I woul...
Posted by Alejandro Picudo on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 03:18:00 PST |
fret not-my blast of 1994 |
keep driving,keep flying..fret not on where.... because both passenger and driver are still riders and all three are already there... I believe in fate as something i can create,...
Posted by Alejandro Picudo on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 01:38:00 PST |
free for all |
I fall in love with the moment- captured in limitless values....the hues aaccentuate the cascade of brainstorms of you know whos......But the catch is for all...................... in other words a fr...
Posted by Alejandro Picudo on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 01:29:00 PST |
I might be around the blast |
An explosion of sorts, one for the attractive and none for the masses....Its not the destination but the drive, both passengers and driver are still riders...Their seatbelts on without being fastened....
Posted by Alejandro Picudo on Tue, 29 May 2007 01:07:00 PST |
SLEEPLESSNESNISS |
SLEEPLESS TO THE DEPTHS OF TWO MINDS
ONE THATS CLEFT BY A NEWCOMER
THAT BEING THE OTHER
WHATS LEFT IS DISPROPORTIONATE
AND UNINTENTIONAL TO WHAT WAS SAID
...
Posted by Alejandro Picudo on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 10:48:00 PST |
ojos fijos, mirando hasta el infinito |
sin tiempo y con realidad obscura...without bounds, still feeling the grip of my sides like a stare inside..i didnt care who was by your side...what did you tell me that yelled inside of me? Reverbera...
Posted by Alejandro Picudo on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 01:06:00 PST |
seven year pitch |
excuses... excuse you from home.makeing your way out with no ground to stand on.The street light pushes you from the asphalt and leads you to what your thinking about.. means of abuse and a ...
Posted by Alejandro Picudo on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 12:44:00 PST |
vesta |
Now ive got the memories that will save a lifetime...vested in the tight box that reveals itself only in the right spot.Between the dark and the shine.....near the muscle thats hardly used and the org...
Posted by Alejandro Picudo on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 12:14:00 PST |
