It's the National Day on Writing

I logged onto Facebook this afternoon. A friend of mine posted a link on his wall to the NWP website. It is the National Day on Writing; and the folks of NWP want to know why people write. Here goes:

Weeks have amassed without a single creation of mine- eternities since I've channeled my soul into my fingertips and transposed the fragments of my being. The accumulation of so much time without expression is... beyond expression. That's precisely it! To be without words is to reach profundities of meaninglessness that absorb my consciousness and cast a fog over my identity. If I don't give voice to my feelings, if I have no thoughts, I don't exist. For me, writing isn't just an exercise in catharsis, it is the process of self-actualization and the lasso that captures and attaches me to my reality. Without it, I slowly dissipate into the ether- I cease to be.

Such blessed moments of lucidity keep me grounded, keep me happy, regardless of the news they bear or their eloquence. It is the act itself, the process, that aliments. It is for this reason that I must continue to write. My fuel, my life force, consists of each character, each sentiment, every composition that sheds light upon my current condition. Writing is what thrives me; and without it, I starve myself into oblivion.

Extra cheesiness

We've finally hit those minor tunes
We've finally reached the dissonance
But you’re the only person who
Could penetrate my fortresses

Though the frightened part of me
Wants to break free and run,
You’ve become the heart of me;
So let’s stick to our guns.

Catastrophes will often land
To shift our laid foundations
Tectonic plates can’t understand
The thrill of our elation

It’s in the darkness that we find
Our way back to each other
It’s in the storm, it’s in the grind
When we’re assured we’re lovers

Rebirth

The squall slams against the brick,
Torrents wreck both dirt and sea.
These nights cut me to the quick,
Blankets feign to comfort me…

Comparable to the hostilities
Of tempers gone awry.
Cracks harbor incivilities-
Darkness creeps in as I cry.

These sheets dissolve my world away.
I lose myself in every splash.
To be reborn within the fray
Is to absorb each crippling thrash

Then pulverize my ineptitude!
Obliterate my strife!
Power at such magnitude
Is sure to transform my life.

Every whaling, howling gust,
Every bolt that punctures me,
A metamorphic shift I must
Let penetrate and embody.

I purge myself of every weakness,
Purified by my annihilation
With coming dawn- no lin'gring meekness
My new self radiates exhilaration.

Guabancex

Years of sheer abandonment accrued with such distaste.
Hapless measures, empty gestures have all been misplaced.
I see your loathing, the repugnance spewing like black rains.
Each day dawning, 'tween the yawning, your respect just wanes.

Perhaps I'll wipe you out, my dear, destroy your house, your home.
Unleashing all your banal fears, strip your protective dome.
And as I smite your loved ones right before your wicked eyes,
My fuel will be the vengeance from your cowering, pleading cries.

I'm Guabancex, I don't perplex,
You will show me utmost respect
You've grim prospects, if you neglect
To yield to me in all aspects

I'll channel your hot air into the winds that batter you-
That pulverize your nation as they slap and shatter you.
And as you quiver with remorse and think of me at last,
Watch Guatabá assail you with his clear, electric blast!

He sets flame every which way as I scowl in your face
I hold the power to your survival and am deaf to your "praise"
Did you think you could evade my deepening disdain?
Now Croatrisquie will come to flood your weakening terrain!

I'm Guabancex, I don't perplex,
You will show me utmost respect
You've grim prospects, if you neglect
To yield to me in all aspects

Aaaaaaah, I taste your salty tears doused in his ocean foul
You whimper as you call our names; but all I do is growl
My comrades maul and inundate at my supreme command;
To ensure that in the future you'll do as I demand....

I'm Guabancex....

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Quisiera usar todas mis fuerzas para conocerte más
Porque tus lagrimas son de las que alimentan la tierra
Porque tus ojos profundos me queman por dentro
Y tus manos alcanzan hasta mi corazón

To Be a Child Again

If I blind myself and stretch my limbs
I see the stars behind my lids
And just a smidgen of the rims
Of the specs we wore as kids

It's so nice to recognize
Such a shot of history
To get lost inside the eyes
Of the folks we used to be

So please let me....

Observe the glow
Of the firefly
That treads below
The grass so high

And wonder what
It'd be to own
A lit up butt
In my pantalón

Then hear the bell
Of an ice cream truck
And feel the swell
Of such great luck

Cuz George Washington
Sits in my pocket
Begin to grin
Bolt like a rocket

To buy my treat
And wolf it down
Rest my bare feet
Upon the ground

See rolly pollies
And lady bugs
They are so jolly
I give them hugs!

To be child
Without a care
To just run wild
Energy to spare!

It'd just be grand
To understand
Imagination
First hand...

Siiiiiiiiiiiiigh

To be a child!

Vicious Cycles

I try my best to get past me-
To grasp the light and nurture it,
Sustain a semblance of what can be
If only my strength would permit

But lies muddle realities
Shadows cast over their gleam
Repeating such atrocities
Recurring, doom, darkening dream

Then I'm winning! For just a moment!
A lifetime waiting for this taste
The road before me somehow bent-
Toward success I do make haste.

Then the blackness chants its chime.
Goodness can be such a chore...
I think I beat it all the time
Then can't seem to settle the score.

Try not to dwell on outside sources:
Angels, heathens, friends or foes.
This my battle, my weapons and forces
Doesn't matter how long it goes

You cannot change me if I can't do it
I cannot focus on your contempt
If you left me to get through it
Might make more thrilling an attempt

But being alone is devastating
Such grave feelings unsettling.
Spending my life in constant waiting
For a champion's golden ring.

Don't know how I can conquer
Don't know who is guiding me
I have such a seething rancor
Toward the ones standing me...

There's no way to rescue me.