Image of the heart

Image of the heart is what it gives, so through hard
work and redirected passionate questioning, it
continues simply extending the grand tradition of
misleading.

Eager I press, as I have been taught by my
surroundings, to test more.

For perception of the invisible, is time bound, and
keeping me in this certain blindness, which allows
seeing of other sorts, what I can not accept as
being.

First I must describe what I am looking for,
instruction in the art of seeing I have and through
my squinting eyes I search.

I have I longing to see beyond what my usual sight
tells me. In an alter state I am.

I grasp at the heart that led me astray and as I
looked into the mirror and seen its face, now that
it's bound and being interrogated, it can not run.

I must get the doors wide open and walk through.

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Paul Lara V76259

350-1-55y Po box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA

In grim thought

It hurt to see some of the scenes, I come across, when you hear like I do...in
my mind!

At times I seem like a man set in stone, except that a tear was sliding silently
down from each eye.

Accumulated in me are volumes of knowledge of the sadness of others, caused
by those who were not foreseen with the seed of evil, in yet their unformed
human minds.

I have eye-witnessed and can testify to the ferocity, that seemed in born,
unsteady to the extreme they are.

In grim thought I sit, for pleasure is not to be.

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Paul Lara V76259

350-1-55y Po box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA

V-76259

In my world there is not joy, I'm not sure if I had lost it or if it was stolen?

In the temporary safety of distance, I'll seek it.

In this world there are many holes and in one of these, I'll be.

Always a sparkle that catches the eye. Isn't that a wonder?

I'd let out a troubled sigh, when I first had heard, and with sour recognition I gave a weak and empty smile.

For where I go, I must face. So the sooner started, the sooner finished! That I have learned.

Upon my arrival I had noticed, that psychologically calculated, were the mood altering colors.

Paralysing dread of occupying such a place, filled me.

The icy realization prickled my flesh, that now I have become a number.

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Paul Lara V76259

350-1-55y Po box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA

Deep thought

As I was brought out of my gyration, I had to stop and get my composure as the world around me kept spinning.

With my eyes closed, I do not speak and in this darkness, reality is found.

One must stop and take time to listen to nothing, to hear everything.

And in this realm of peace and tranquility, a smile is formed.

Extended to you is an invitation to a journey of darkness, where so much light illuminates.

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Paul Lara V76259

350-1-55y Po box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA

My art

Julio Martinez V96358
350-1-64M Po Box 9
Avenal, CA 93204
USA

Water is thicker than blood

Although, I regret my blood, I have begun to understand my scars and my inheritance, but yet I am innocent!

Memory wars with my still, in the path of my name. Silenced my blood, I am in the shape of distance, I'll find my future.

I have come to know the thinker of my thoughts and now the noticer of them.

My peace will come from on high and expressed from within.

As elusive as thought, I will be, so that the change of memory can take place.

Sooner or later, I will sing my song, as I vanish into history, like rumor and
smoke.

And with me, talking to me softly...my lady, as the past collasses into a
breathing light.

Tears of remembrance, I will have, where the memory of others will be just
long nights of words.

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Paul Lara V76259

350-1-55y Po box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA

The mask-man

I see through the illusion of the mask-man, as I peer into the eyes of the one who speaks, no-matter how skilled, they can not detach from their emotion.

By every fair means to cultivate a friendship with the mask-man, and treat him with inimitable humanity, just to convey in the end, it's okay, be yourself.

As the flight of day takes place and night drops in, I see the trueness of this mask-man, with his eyes close, innocent as can be, the son of a mother, exhausted by theatrical pose.

Why? I ask, why?

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Paul Lara V76259

350-1-55y Po box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA

Exhausted

I wander in the darkness, and have become a wrinkle in ones life.

My trail of endurance came to and, as I was led on a path of sorrow, after chasing a forgotten promise.

I can hear the worry in their voice, realizing my appearance be damned.

Whithout let-up, life has become a game of hazard.

Who is the master of this show? Astonishment paralyzed me, my heart started thundering inside my chest, until it became painful.

I let out a sigh of frustation, as I stopped running after a dream, all I want to do now is sleep.

Thanks.

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Paul Lara V76259

350-1-55y Po box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA

Jeremiah

Do birds just sing for each other? Does the wind only blow for the trees? And by nature are the trees only to stand?

Are the flowers growing in the fields, arrayed in many different colors and scent, are they just to be?

No!!! For all, in all their splendor and differenciating one from the other, with a primary goal of bringing together peace and harmony, by neutralizing and becoming one with all.

Does not our environment nurture just those who are around?

Where does our environment stop and we begin? And can I begin at all without being in some place deeply involved?

Yes!!! For the place of our begining is where we are, and if not careful we become the mood of our landscape around us.

So with this in mind, maintaining discipline and respect for self and others is the essence of bringing peace and harmony, begining with self.

Thanks.

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Paul Lara V76259

350-1-55y Po box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA

Shudder

Is it possible that simple meaness can exist? That one can actually inflict pain and hurt, with not the least provocation, what so ever?

I ask these questions with suspicion. For the actions of some come to mind.

Breathtaking it was to hear them laugh and their commands (a form of) I saw.

I had entered this world whithout human rival... corrected I stand. Yes! Corrected I stand, for rivalry is all around me, unspecified evil abounds.

Gripped by fear are those weak at heart. And as they struggle with one another, to take the lead, artificial strength is found in numbers.

I find myself aching to be there beside people who capture my heart.

I well know that the most important job in this life, is to help those who need help.

Thanks.

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Paul Lara V76259

350-1-55y Po box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA

Grandfather

Out of chaos, came the most influential anxiety of my live.

In silent frustration I lived, and from this reality, I can not leave.

Many anights alone, on street corners, I've sat, in confusion of mind by the method of discipline, instilled on me and mine.

So with the little hope that I had wished to express, I have saved for another day.

Paul Lara V76259

350-1-55y Po box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA

Burden

Through the chambers of my mind, I walk, taking each turn carefully, so as to my self enclosure, in which I find myself in.

There came upon me, by degrees, a sense of being burdened with a task, whose nature I could not define, except by saying; "I must think".

What I was to think about, I did not know, and when obeying this commanding (urge), I fell silent and absent-minded.

When suddenly I realized, I had to face the invisible source of my work.

And as the intensity of my resistance lessened, the birth of understanding come to be.

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Paul Lara V76259

350-1-55y Po box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA

If you only knew

Temporary in my stay, if a quest I am.

In your home protected from those outside, I'll seek my peace.

The invisible shows no facts! So the darkness I'll shun.

There are those who lie in wait for me, losing sleep as they plan my demise.

Rested and well informed as your hospitality I have enjoyed.

My friend, you will never meet,a stranger I will remain.

Untold stories I can not tell.

Created memories are mine to have.

Accept me for who I am, love, loyalty and respect.

Thanks.

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Paul Lara V76259

350-1-55y Po box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA

My Lady

By the intensitive of my passion,

I long for your embrace, with the rise of ectasy,

I think of you.

I confess, that the very thought of being near you and the sacred trust we will share, entrances me.

Pretty-shine, smile so bright, my face is anxious and my expression worried, for the day after tomorrow, will come and go, and left behind will be fading memories, treasured only for a moment.

And it is during the twilight of the night, I do think of you. Your melody will forever play in my mind.

My gaze burn into you, with a hidden smile, a smile that kindles a fire, a fire, I thought long extinguished.

The shimmering flow of the hair, exquisitely done, has manifested in me, the desire to touch.

Yes...these walls and time are preventing me from physical expression.

And yes! Your charm has put a considerable amount of strain on my sense of discipline.

Thanks.

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Paul Lara V76259

350-1-55y Po box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA