http://artesoy.com I + am = Art Sat, 06 Mar 2010 00:33:40 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en If there ain't no answer then maybe there's a question Why I wind up with a certain indigestion Was there something you forgot to mention About your true intention? Well I am another you so I myself know what is true There's only one thing left to do, let me be me and you be ... http://artesoy.com/2010/02/02/isin/ bite me, let me bleed golden yellow, liquid sunlight. sweet, sticky nectar. seductive sweetness. chew my yellow, red, saffron, orange, rings of saturn, blushing skin. feel my juice cloying to your fingers like wild logwood honey. savor me, ambrosia, for the gods came to earth not to make fire, but to taste my divine florescence. ravish me in my ... http://artesoy.com/2010/01/23/mango/ http://artesoy.com/2010/01/20/home-sweet-home-a-short-film-by-roberto-poveda/ For Greg Please do not comment. (Delio Regueral contributed this.) http://artesoy.com/2010/01/19/up-side-down/ Escaping from the catacombs, and realigning the lights, while next year's mysteries penetrate the blythe, the bright.  10: Hyperion, halcyon, empyrean, sidereon.  This year and next truly hyperion.  30: Furthering the fuchsia, their orchids breathing fast, 50-100:  We celebrate concelebrant, within Adam Protoplast.  1000-1500: Is their a dynasty?  Which is ... http://artesoy.com/2009/12/28/untitled/ I write sitting Unwittingly submitting me to a chair And I dare peer into my mind What’s behind? I dither Rather, I gather I ... A knowing arises Disguises reveal the real What’s the deal? I often wonder Blunder upon blunder, like thunder Running about in underwear A boy terror It’s plain to see, except for me I keep turning away before Afraid of ghosts ... http://artesoy.com/2009/11/24/excorcise/ I know that you and I are through of living like we do time for something new time for something new It's not that I don't cherish the love we share it's  just that the moments are too few the moments are too few Why this life forlorn? time to be reborn there's a door in space to another place and I am walking ... http://artesoy.com/2009/11/21/through/ El destino en este viaje no es lograr llegar…es lograr estar. Cuando estoy alineada conmigo y con todas las dimensiones de mi, el universo se expande y puedo entender que cada uno de nosotros tiene su propio viaje y sus propias dimensiones de si. Me pertenezco y le pertenezco a todo. Me voy ... http://artesoy.com/2009/10/04/lograr-estar/ Start stop a trip trot Drip drop down Mellow yellow Under blue top white spot In the flip flop town Coconuts hang in gangs Green and brown Most corners of this town Soundtrack backdrop A euphonic tonic To a mental disharmonic Light the wick To your soul’s philharmonic One Love Truth Multicolored and supersonic Tip tap tune in Time you and I win http://artesoy.com/2009/09/21/starstop/ Words on a page redden with rage She's angry again, he's back in the cage "It's only a stage," a voice does say So why the fright? Just turn the page into a gape And make your escape Write Here and now But how? How? HOW? Like a dog's bow-wow, Au naturel A spontaneous act To this matter of fact http://artesoy.com/2009/09/06/words-on-a-page/