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valesparza

Bonjour Gentlemen,

And I do mean gentlemen. None of these cliche, materialistic robots for me. No sir.

I'm looking for guys on here that inspire me and move me to do new things, find new music, create new art. If you're one of those then you're probably already my friend. and if you're not change that!

Ciao - Val

p.s. J'aime les hommes qui parle francais.


x:v.esparza
photo x: michael cooper - www.cooperphotog.com

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Dickinson's Boyfriend

Dickinson is my favorite poet so you will see that she has had a lot of influence on my poetry.

• 36 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  Winter's approach  comes fast and steady In the summer the  wind blows and so do the dandelions The winter brings cold  chills that feel like nothing and blow nothing the streets are barren like his soul for the winter comes  with no control it stops and mimics  us with warmth for when it returns  we scorn nothingness is what it blows and the secrets it keeps and holds - for when will  we see the heat again another time when  we're not human it's when we turn into flowers and plants as the Son returns - we prance and dance we remain cold the streets empty the wind blows nothing except ice and leaves and when it chills we  hardly breathe We stupor then chill  like a dead man's body when the Son returns  we win the lottery.

• 35 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  realize that this  ought not be  bought but given away a canvas  materials careful strokes  and details

• 34 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  I stumbled upon a winter's chill the wind blew toward - unnerving The hand begun to quake and the heart  began to race The knees became brittle - shook  left then right giving way to the floor and then the latter.

• 33 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  Eagles fly 'round their unknowing victim - interests and power -  great incentives lions wait to  pounce on a zebra to return with flesh and become the heroes Cat crawls cautiously to a naive black mouse as it makes an approach  in a white house.

• 32 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  I would be dumb - bored scare and blind to forfeit the thing  that had made me sublime or let it pass -  as if I were an onion -  with multiple layers who put on the skin -  when I was in fear 'stead I decided to  peal layers off - To expose my true weakness - 'T was you -  'T was love.

• 31 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  a feeling impending - like the top of a hill when you're going too fast- time stands still a secret found out- leaves the body in drought the mouth becomes dry - as we relive the lie a departure from earth -  an impious life -  leaves us empty -  for heaven, we strive.

• 30 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  A walk like any other  - day after day whether the sky  is blue black  or cold steel grey On this day  the shadow is gone feelings thronged for  the redwood forgotten a stump on the trail I had worn -  a remembrance  of friendship- our roots had  not been torn Until the day we see again -  whether you be a chair or paper thin.

• 29 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  The fly unsuspecting -  creeps on a web To find security - a villain instead feels a slight tremble- when followed by him First blue - then red -  the walk comes to an end.

• 28 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  Bring forth thy  intention's desires Blood boils hot and blue like sapphire The eyes roll back- like those of the dead But we're most alive  when we're in bed.

• 27 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  Distrust me for what they see is neither dark nor light apologetically Unravel thoughts of blackened white  explode through walls  with insight.

• 26 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  'Til death did us part Did I realize or even surmise that this grandmother- away - was occasionally mine Her touch was unknown her voice - unheard This stranger that have my descent to this earth.

• 25 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  To judge another is to judge the most divine For he made man - his image - 72 hours time.

• 24 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  Let us ignite the spark Let it be synthetic not natural Let it burn out we can relight.

• 23 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  Upon Death's window I have crept The mirror image I could not forget and with a calm tranquility Death opened up his  door for me.

• 22 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  The days seem  most perfect -  when locked away chains to a job like chains to a slave An imperial master -  he screams and he yells and when I return -  an attempt to escape hell.

• 21 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  I entered a school old in it's ways, the ceiling was crumbling I was lost in a gaze I went to a classroom  the books were all old -  filled with old knowledge - the teachers - all sold. The ceiling began falling so I ran out the school when I stepped outside the buildings 'round fell too.

• 20 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  I drive a  long way I build a  tall tower as I progress I use  more and more power My mind has  been numbed My soul has been distanced On my return  I hit home in an instant

• 19 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  I looked away - saw life before Trees changed color -centuries - alor Referendum brought to by days of the Son dry leaves and snow -  over summer had won

• 18 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  Love is felt when -  Twin Tower's presence -  Last Supper's pigments -  Atlantis's sediment -  it's gone.

• 17 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  I refuse to believe  this body of lies I reject the belief  that everyone dies the accepted truth foreboding as death is taken as truth  rather than myth.

• 16 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  I feel hot  when lips touch flesh -  rough embrace - swift caress vivid image I should picture less with it - comes secret temptation -  with that - illustrative imagination - which leaves room for elaboration - that is - until consummation

• 15 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  Wisdom brought by teeth last grown. lets not distinguish frog from toad. Eyes that pierce the skin  to see within are lost in awe -  in amazement.

• 14 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  What challenge  have I sought? An analysis of sorts - don't know where to start Should I analyze  the diction -  rather the paper  it's on or the imagery or the way it  sings a song.

• 13 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  To repair the cloth we must pillage with needles, tear the fabric barricade the knot. Instruct the strings  where to go, keep an eye over  the fingers we drop below. We sacrifice time and strings to fix the cloth for torn, it seems.

• 12 (12/5/08) [View | Hide]

  'T was blood 'T was mine a feeling  so sublime mortality -  knocks at my gate. A feeling I  cannot escape.

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