Face To Face With Her Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Face To Face With Her



Lotuses inspire harmony, me to sing.

i wish i was allways singing a strange song about the story of a enamoured pilgrim to your altar

you call it the revolution, i call it the hand of god#

valid up to the point that you surrender to the florid hands of love

the mathematical solution to you

shall you pinch the gourge

revealing tHE SECRET LIFE OF CRISTOBAL C

DISCOVERER OF A NEW REALITY

OF ETERNAL CELEBRATIONS AND passed the stage of indolence,

into a more controled space

guided by the hand of god


A NEW STATE OF CONCIOUS NESS

WEARE AT PEACE AND CONTEMPLATING HER gOLDEN APPLE CHEEK

FERTILE FIRE FROM THE PHAROS

CELEBRATING my relative value in the universe

contrasting with the rest of the world, what does it say

although i shouldnt compare myself, my relative humility

plucking apples

fishing for compliments, worrying about other peoples relative importance, what about my relationship

the task is not a race, or a duel

betrallal is not loyalty

opression must be dealt with austerity and assertion

A REBIRTH
A STATE OF MIND AND A GOOD ONE, HERE DO YOU WANT A GODESS, YOU CAN MAKE HER STAND ON HER HEAD
WELL REALLY ITS WHAT YOU DESIRE

NOT TO ABUSE BUT TO ADORE AND BE THE SHINNING BURNING LIGHT HOUSE

ME AND THE GENIE

completely arresting a mere whim of passion

conservation of transcendental euphoria, the invisible product, saturated with the material

the only clue that we are living on planet earth

lighted candles

assimilated in the public dominion

garden with flowers

likes and dislikes

love and hate
the balance
action indicating the way forward

horses and cats

division of the harvests, and the granite

free distribution of clouds and adheresence to white horses

queen of the waves your wishes came true

catasrtophes outside this hexamers predicted by the guards of the cake.

the enclosed fountain weeps on to the inky pages of my diary

tribute but the sun has her veil lifted and heroicaly drys the pages of his tribute to the branches of the garden of xanadu.

i love the reflection of godesses in mirrors

in meditation

in

ILLUMINATING THE DARK

MESSAGE LEAVE IT HERE

WITH TENDERNES OH SHALL WE LISTEN TO THIS SOLEM MUSIC I KNOW YOU WILL LIKE IT THE SONG OF ASPASIA

WITH MY HIDEM HEALING POWER AN MY CURING OF YOUR WOUNDS AND YOUR FATTING UP AND MAYBE WITH A TOUCH OF IRONY, , BUT MOSTLY CHOCOLATE AND

ALL THINGS THAT DANCE TO THE RYTHM

WITH SOME OIL YOU CAN DISTRIBUTE LOVES REQUIREMENTS

LETS BEGIN TO ADOREWITH OUR FORMAS AND ILLUMINATE FOR THE BELOVED GODDESS

HER OF THE GOLDEN THIGHS

LIKE CHICKEN DELIGHT

EPIC MEMORIES OF A COFFE USELESS PINHEAD

BULABAISE OF LIFE CROUTON IN A BULABASE OF LIFE

SEEING AND AS OPOSED TO NOT SEE

GOOD OVR EVIL

THERE IS A HARVEST IN YOU

IT INVOLVRS WALKING OVER THE HOLES, THE EMBERS

JUST FOLLOWING BIOLOGY


FROM BEGINING TO END MY DISCOURSE WITH YOU COMES OUT OF WISDOM YOUR GLEAMING LAKE TO PENETRATE

a gypsy song, love takes me higher than the mountain

i love high stars that rule destiny a warm part of you,

your form to explore

so i can reach the stars

listen to the music the solemn music of the spheres forest that

take me now and hold me with my precious tendernes which i guard jealously

tenderness me

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