tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037507355337733082011-04-21T12:02:08.440-07:00Dickinson is my favorite poet so you will see that she has had a lot of influence on my poetry.valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-12186859196447623992008-12-04T23:35:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:46:19.699-08:00Winter's approach <div>comes fast and steady</div><div><br /></div><div>In the summer the </div><div>wind blows and so do</div><div>the dandelions</div><div><br /></div><div>The winter brings cold </div><div>chills that feel like nothing</div><div>and blow nothing</div><div><br /></div><div>the streets are barren</div><div>like his soul</div><div>for the winter comes </div><div>with no control<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>it stops and mimics </div><div>us with warmth</div><div>for when it returns </div><div>we scorn</div><div><br /></div><div>nothingness</div><div>is what it blows</div><div><br /></div><div>and the secrets it keeps</div><div>and holds - for when will </div><div>we see the heat again</div><div><br /></div><div>another time when </div><div>we're not human</div><div>it's when we turn into</div><div>flowers and plants</div><div><br /></div><div>as the Son returns -</div><div>we prance and dance</div><div>we remain cold</div><div>the streets empty</div><div><br /></div><div>the wind blows nothing</div><div>except ice and leaves</div><div>and when it chills we </div><div>hardly breathe</div><div><br /></div><div>We stupor then chill </div><div>like a dead man's body</div><div>when the Son returns </div><div>we win the lottery.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-1218685919644762399?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-13256045976829773292008-12-04T23:34:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:35:42.748-08:00realize<div>that this</div><div> ought not be</div><div> bought</div><div><br /></div><div>but given away</div><div><br /></div><div>a canvas</div><div> materials</div><div>careful strokes</div><div> and details</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-1325604597682977329?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-82197937918187929902008-12-04T23:30:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:32:53.059-08:00I stumbled upon<div>a winter's chill</div><div>the wind blew</div><div>toward - unnerving</div><div><br /></div><div>The hand begun</div><div>to quake</div><div>and the heart </div><div>began to race</div><div>The knees became</div><div>brittle - shook <br /></div><div>left then right</div><div><br /></div><div>giving way to the floor</div><div>and then the latter.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-8219793791818792990?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-23240775314413231812008-12-04T23:27:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:30:18.919-08:00Eagles fly 'round<div>their unknowing victim -</div><div>interests and power - </div><div>great incentives</div><div><br /></div><div>lions wait to </div><div>pounce on a zebra</div><div>to return with flesh</div><div>and become the heroes</div><div><br /></div><div>Cat crawls cautiously</div><div>to a naive black mouse</div><div>as it makes an approach </div><div>in a white house.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-2324077531441323181?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-6940679250725873682008-12-04T23:22:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:26:56.136-08:00I would be dumb -<div>bored scare and blind</div><div><br /></div><div>to forfeit the thing </div><div>that had made me sublime</div><div><br /></div><div>or let it pass - </div><div>as if I were an onion - </div><div>with multiple layers</div><div><br /></div><div>who put on the skin - </div><div>when I was in fear</div><div><br /></div><div>'stead I decided to </div><div>peal layers off -</div><div>To expose my true weakness -</div><div>'T was you - </div><div>'T was love.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-694067925072587368?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-69717848901135270302008-12-04T23:15:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:21:38.675-08:00a feeling impending -<div>like the top of a hill</div><div>when you're going too fast-</div><div>time stands still</div><div><br /></div><div>a secret found out-</div><div>leaves the body in drought</div><div>the mouth becomes dry -</div><div>as we relive the lie</div><div><br /></div><div>a departure from earth - </div><div>an impious life - </div><div>leaves us empty - </div><div>for heaven, we strive.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-6971784890113527030?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-43972017807871015882008-12-04T23:08:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:14:57.289-08:00A walk like any other <div>- day after day</div><div><br /></div><div>whether the sky </div><div>is blue black </div><div>or cold steel grey</div><div><br /></div><div>On this day </div><div>the shadow is gone</div><div>feelings thronged for </div><div>the redwood forgotten</div><div><br /></div><div>a stump on the trail</div><div>I had worn - </div><div>a remembrance </div><div>of friendship-</div><div>our roots had </div><div>not been torn</div><div><br /></div><div>Until the day</div><div>we see again - </div><div>whether you be</div><div>a chair or paper thin.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-4397201780787101588?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-83465461070133731742008-12-04T23:06:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:08:56.961-08:00The fly unsuspecting - <div>creeps on a web</div><div><br /></div><div>To find security -</div><div>a villain instead</div><div><br /></div><div>feels a slight tremble-</div><div>when followed by him</div><div><br /></div><div>First blue - then red - </div><div>the walk comes to an end.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-8346546107013373174?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-73723652697475003032008-12-04T23:05:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:06:57.528-08:00Bring forth thy <div>intention's desires</div><div><br /></div><div>Blood boils hot</div><div>and blue like sapphire</div><div><br /></div><div>The eyes roll back-</div><div>like those of the dead</div><div><br /></div><div>But we're most alive </div><div>when we're in bed.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-7372365269747500303?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-50586207858193268382008-12-04T23:03:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:05:40.834-08:00Distrust me<div>for what they see</div><div>is neither dark nor light</div><div>apologetically</div><div><br /></div><div>Unravel thoughts</div><div>of blackened white </div><div>explode through walls </div><div>with insight.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-5058620785819326838?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-64555404148960148262008-12-04T23:01:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:03:23.036-08:00'Til death did us part<div>Did I realize or even surmise</div><div>that this grandmother-</div><div>away - was occasionally mine</div><div><br /></div><div>Her touch was unknown</div><div>her voice - unheard</div><div>This stranger that</div><div>have my descent to this earth.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-6455540414896014826?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-46823666448063976812008-12-04T23:00:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:01:43.676-08:00To judge another<div>is to judge the most divine</div><div><br /></div><div>For he made man -</div><div>his image - 72 hours time.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-4682366644806397681?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-36327158122476480952008-12-04T22:59:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:00:28.013-08:00Let us ignite<div>the spark</div><div><br /></div><div>Let it be synthetic</div><div>not natural</div><div><br /></div><div>Let it burn out</div><div>we can relight.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-3632715812247648095?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-12548656571682134402008-12-04T22:57:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:59:48.201-08:00Upon Death's window<div>I have crept</div><div><br /></div><div>The mirror image</div><div>I could not forget</div><div><br /></div><div>and with a calm</div><div>tranquility</div><div><br /></div><div>Death opened up his </div><div>door for me.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-1254865657168213440?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-42549677713485823872008-12-04T22:54:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:57:40.551-08:00The days seem <div>most perfect - </div><div>when locked away</div><div><br /></div><div>chains to a job</div><div>like chains to a slave</div><div><br /></div><div>An imperial master - </div><div>he screams and he yells</div><div><br /></div><div>and when I return - </div><div>an attempt to escape hell.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-4254967771348582387?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-64455508873666878782008-12-04T22:51:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:54:44.459-08:00I entered a school<div>old in it's ways,</div><div>the ceiling was crumbling</div><div>I was lost in a gaze</div><div><br /></div><div>I went to a classroom </div><div>the books were all old - </div><div>filled with old knowledge</div><div>- the teachers - all sold.</div><div><br /></div><div>The ceiling began falling</div><div>so I ran out the school</div><div>when I stepped outside</div><div>the buildings 'round fell too.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-6445550887366687878?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-26693545150712976462008-12-04T22:48:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:51:26.099-08:00I drive a <div>long way<div><br /></div><div>I build a </div><div>tall tower</div><div><br /></div><div>as I progress I use </div><div>more and more power</div><div><br /></div><div>My mind has </div><div>been numbed</div><div><br /></div><div>My soul has</div><div>been distanced</div><div><br /></div><div>On my return </div><div>I hit home</div><div>in an instant</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-2669354515071297646?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-27255305982830365582008-12-04T22:45:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:48:45.563-08:00I looked away<div>- saw life before</div><div>Trees changed color</div><div>-centuries - alor</div><div><br /></div><div>Referendum brought to</div><div>by days of the Son</div><div>dry leaves and snow - </div><div>over summer had won</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-2725530598283036558?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-87346886161542662522008-12-04T22:43:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:45:12.713-08:00Love is felt when - <div>Twin Tower's presence - </div><div>Last Supper's pigments - </div><div>Atlantis's sediment - </div><div>it's gone.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-8734688616154266252?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-5060874114672752962008-12-04T22:41:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:43:19.754-08:00I refuse to believe <div>this body of lies</div><div><br /></div><div>I reject the belief </div><div>that everyone dies</div><div><br /></div><div>the accepted truth</div><div>foreboding as death</div><div><br /></div><div>is taken as truth </div><div>rather than myth.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-506087411467275296?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-79217285759207465522008-12-04T22:36:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:41:26.807-08:00I feel hot <div>when lips touch flesh - </div><div>rough embrace - swift caress</div><div>vivid image I should picture less</div><div>with it - comes secret temptation - </div><div>with that - illustrative imagination -</div><div>which leaves room for elaboration - that is - until</div><div>consummation</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-7921728575920746552?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-4086460824640229312008-12-04T22:33:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:36:18.711-08:00Wisdom brought<div>by teeth last grown.</div><div>lets not distinguish frog from toad.</div><div><br /></div><div>Eyes that pierce the skin </div><div>to see within</div><div>are lost in awe - </div><div>in amazement.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-408646082464022931?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-68530958706542157282008-12-04T22:30:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:33:51.693-08:00What challenge <div>have I sought?</div><div>An analysis of sorts</div><div>- don't know where to start</div><div><br /></div><div>Should I analyze </div><div>the diction - </div><div>rather the paper </div><div>it's on</div><div><br /></div><div>or the imagery</div><div>or the way it </div><div>sings a song.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-6853095870654215728?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-37177013763371670962008-12-04T22:27:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:30:53.712-08:00To repair the cloth<div>we must pillage with needles,</div><div>tear the fabric</div><div>barricade the knot.</div><div><br /></div><div>Instruct the strings </div><div>where to go,</div><div>keep an eye over </div><div>the fingers we drop below.</div><div><br /></div><div>We sacrifice time</div><div>and strings</div><div>to fix the cloth</div><div>for torn, it seems.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-3717701376337167096?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-66065427012125121222008-12-04T22:25:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:27:41.939-08:00'T was blood<div>'T was mine</div><div>a feeling </div><div>so sublime</div><div><br /></div><div>mortality - </div><div>knocks at my gate.</div><div><br /></div><div>A feeling I </div><div>cannot escape.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-6606542701212512122?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-42196416079567081202008-12-04T22:12:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:23:40.793-08:00Indulgence -<div>is what they say</div><div>on a self sponsored </div><div>floating parade.</div><div><br /></div><div>But to be great,</div><div>is not so fair.</div><div><br /></div><div>Talk to me, </div><div>they wouldn't dare.</div><div><br /></div><div>Instead, they </div><div>turn their backs</div><div>and go.</div><div><br /></div><div>For this night </div><div>I sleep alone.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-4219641607956708120?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-47876765292026259972008-12-04T22:09:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:12:22.325-08:00with no surprise<div>a man - his wife</div><div>in his eyes</div><div>circumstance - in his mind</div><div>the image- hath not </div><div>made him blind</div><div>'stead it made him realize</div><div><br /></div><div>That man and woman </div><div>are not husband and wife</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-4787676529202625997?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-20228944127016740752008-12-04T22:08:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:09:44.644-08:00He wears White<div>Black - at times</div><div>just - but unjust</div><div>Honesty - his disguise</div><div>He wear Black</div><div>sometimes</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-2022894412701674075?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-30033300724437121452008-12-04T18:42:00.000-08:002008-12-04T22:08:50.227-08:00Giants - they say<div>grant us Life and Liberty</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-3003330072443712145?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-69227976922104888432008-12-04T18:38:00.000-08:002008-12-04T18:41:25.357-08:00Latimer is here<div>in our blood and vains*</div><div>Rocks camouflaged </div><div>in cameras</div><div><br /></div><div>Bandanas replace </div><div>original thought</div><div>and the only </div><div>sense in 'em </div><div>is the one purchased</div><div>through a catalog.</div><div><br /></div><div>*I so mean vain and not vein</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-6922797692210488843?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-89821937497044910402008-12-04T18:35:00.000-08:002008-12-04T18:42:08.548-08:00A moment of pleasure<div>never tasted so sweet</div><div>as after years of tribulation</div><div>pain and tears.</div><div><br /></div><div>A strawberry never tasted so sweet </div><div>as after a rock of salt</div><div><br /></div><div>and the dark never seemed so </div><div>soothing as after an encounter with the Son*.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*I do mean Son and not Sun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-8982193749704491040?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-7670952802006280712008-12-04T18:34:00.000-08:002008-12-04T18:35:16.016-08:00Forget my parents strive,<div>ambitions once achieved</div><div>to all those that have seen</div><div>a coming reprieve for me.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-767095280200628071?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-91262136053155492572008-12-04T18:33:00.000-08:002008-12-04T18:34:23.053-08:00Does prosperity help<div>mend my calloused feet and hands?</div><div>help me eliminate </div><div>past and present self once again?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-9126213605315549257?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-50291954908993434622008-12-04T18:31:00.000-08:002008-12-04T18:33:03.839-08:00Burn slow <div>for love, like beauty</div><div>is merely skin deep</div><div><br /></div><div>the outright distrust </div><div>the push-forth resentment</div><div>all to pursue his own</div><div>contentment.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-5029195490899343462?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-3358539343396864192008-12-04T18:29:00.000-08:002008-12-04T18:31:38.217-08:00Speak<div>for Love yells it's name too soft</div><div>the mountains and waterfalls are not enough</div><div>to bar us from uncertainty</div><div>of everlasting tranquility </div><div>the restful place of the soul</div><div>is not heaven as myth be told</div><div><br /></div><div>To love is to subside</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-335853934339686419?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-903750735533773308.post-42532770918985236612008-12-04T15:50:00.000-08:002008-12-09T12:41:42.219-08:00Speak <div>Do Roses not have</div><div>distinct beauty</div><div>as they do smell?</div><div><br /></div><div>Do they not dance in </div><div>the wind</div><div>and die in the fall?</div><div>Are mere mortals of</div><div>comparison?</div><div><br /></div><div>Could we, in the realm</div><div>of possibility, see this as true?</div><div><br /></div><div>Do souls not die, just</div><div>to be reborn in the spring?</div><div>Do mere mortals not dance </div><div>in the wind?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903750735533773308-4253277091898523661?l=valesparza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>valesparzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716330879651247807noreply@blogger.com0