

Forensic Scene No.1Time stood still While the satin Curtains flewForensic Scene No.1
Like the wings Of the parakeet
The sun hitting with Full force…
Four walls Stained, Spurred… With rusted Droplets
The body of a child Under a collection of Menagerie dolls
The carpet sucking On the blood Greedily, Nuzzling the thick Fabric on his
Rosy cheeks
They seemed to Never loose color, While the eyes
Lost their blush


Captivating the NightA painting smiled While the master Stroked the soothing AcrylicsCaptivating the Night
The brush, caressing The canvas That held the
Universe, Tickled the stars Giving them volume And eyes to see The face that
Looks deep Within it’s theme.
Erika Castro


Crescent SmilesBodies stood Against each otherCrescent Smiles
Strangers Friends Foes
Eyes widened As adrenalin took over
Sharp notes Penetrating The ears
And a smile On every face
A sudden jump With the beat, Not just one, All of them soared:
One organism
Working together To give the high That would last
But a few hours.
In the end, The being disperses Emitting but emotions, The bodies taking with them the moon’s smile.
 


Saturday MorningWith immense heat Our skin touched, Bathing in our own selvesSaturday Morning
(Friction rose As we tangled
In the waves of spring)
In a whisper
Your lips touched mine
And a lullaby
Of two words Was sung: “Love me”
The words struck
Deep inside…
And when the sun arose, When it woke up to open It’s life giving womb…
I knew that you were mine And I was yours
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"The best way to predict the future is to invent it." -- Alan Kay
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"Transhumanisim is about how technology will solve the problems inherent in the human condition, Cyberpunk is about how it won't."
Sometimes life gives you lemons, other times life gives you boobies.
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