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Consumed By The Past I've seen it all If you come, I'll be far gone I can't go back, only move forward Can't let go? I couldn't for a time Couldn't smile, couldn't cry Only be, being there without knowing what was pain or happiness Staring with no clue whatsoever By death's invitation I would sing; yet, this tainted birth would not leave Children crying, reasons don't matter Victor F Durazo Copyright ©2008  Victor F Durazo

Corpse Sonnet Like hanging corpses of the night my body floats through the fields, Fields with stones of all sizes their cries awake me in the night, Dates are the only thing they own a small sanctuary is their only home, A home with plants of all kinds and a breeze that blows their minds, Minds that are lost in sight but that are vindicated by heart, Decayed from the ones alive and engraved by who they are, Unknown to the existing fiends yet removed by infinitive winds. Victor F Durazo Copyright ©2008  Victor F Durazo

Eafw Pious Rome might call it the Illuminati, Advance science will see the first four elements, Siblings Yin and Yang could identify themselves, People will contrast and compare them till death, Like the mud that surrounds every coast, the dirt below us is our earth, The aura is what's been called; moreover, it's out lungs that ask for air, A single spark can light our eyes; in fact, remorse can be our dauntless fire, Is the sudden fall that brings us tears, yet it's our emotions own water. Victor F Durazo Copyright ©2008  Victor F Durazo