Jamaica ( rated Dirty - D)

Jamaica ( rated Dirty - D). By Dayanna Carrion



Hay Jamaica!
uhmmm Jamaica!
If you kiss the way you talk,
cook the way you taste,
Feel the way you smile,
Touch the way you move…
Love the way you dance
Pray the way you fight
Dream like you breathe
Please, drown me in your waters!

Damm so much chocolate wonder to eat…
Yet you don’t share with me.
 Come solo!
So greedy!  Feed me!
Uhm! You’re a piece of heaven wrapped in ocean breeze,
A decadent caramel, sugar dumpling sweet,
A walking time bomb, you damm terrorist!
Change your ways, help humanity by doing a good deed….
Adopt me!
Oh if I were your hands to caress your skin
And ride a roller coaster up and down your jeans.
Wish we were an elephants so I could hold your trunk
Bizca! Cooked- eye to see u twice,
The sazon you in your rice,
Honey nectar and you the bee
Pollinate me, sting me… deflower me.

Damm Jamaica!
Si cocinas como caminas...
if you cook the way you walk...
I’ll tell you I will even eat the burn.
When I saw you ...the chemistry...ohm baby
It was like a paper cut or splinter
Yeah mon!  It was instant!
I want to taste your passion fruit
be kissed by your sun,
travel across your land
and see all of your wonders...
Starting, at your lips.
are you feeling me feeling you?

Oh Jamaica
I keep dreaming bout you
Take me away...
I keep dreaming bout you,
Let’s get away....
Hay...ummmmh Jamaica
if you kiss the way you smile,
Touch the way you move…
Love the way you dance
Pray the way you fight
Dream like you breathe
Smile like you tease
Fu@k like you taste….
Please, please drown me in your waters!


 Day-Dream ~2003

The Rough Guide to Jamaica (Rough Guide Jamaica)

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The Thief

The Thief - Written by Vladimir Rodriguez

I Am staring at the thief who stole my dreams
Snatched my goals and ripped my wishes
The thief that broke my ego
Darkened my vision
And distorted my perspectives
The thief that last night
Stoled a Dance with my soul
One dance
And disappeared into the night
Of my mind
This thief is cold
Like the last dirty ice cube in the freezer
Shoes walking on ice, slick
No beard, yet wise
Perfectly healthy yet completely sick
I have been staring at this thief
Thinking all this time I was the thief
Yet i am not this thief, or am I?


Uncharted 2: Among Thieves

Tittle: A~Cro..ba~ics____ by Dayanna Daydream

 

Tittle: A~Cro..ba~ics____

Acrobatics...  what I practice. High I bat performing my art which is synchronized slow... and detailed like an etch -n-sketch. Difficult feats of balance, agility and full body ability emerge while I push forth expressing thoughts, emotions, experiences, repeating overlaps, walking the tight rope, but this was not learned in a circus.  Oh friend,this comes from what-chu-ma-call-it.... experiences? Tears! A broken heart wanting to be mended, hands caressing tenderly a waist which wasn't mine and hopes for a fairy-tale to tell were all screaming out... "Please let me be!" Awh I tell you, those are some tumbling practices! They take place in our discovery, fights, tears, past and such events aren't choreographed.  Bouncing on a trampoline, aint nothing like the first time. Damm does it hurt but damm does get better! I rather tower dive into my soul, pole climb right into my emotions and  board spring all of me right into him. I'm learning not to be afraid to swing , twist, rip, write, bite, move, shove , erase, re -write all that I deserve and trust me Is no damm cow manure. This art of bringing back the death with a kiss, making spinal cords bend and healing from the inside out was made for hearts in progress. They might call them... helpless romantics, dreamers, fools. I like the terminology because after all, we are a dying breed and yet not afraid to fly out of the safety cocoon. The unusual form of physical display may be rough for some gymnast, but I leap from my trapeze. Yeah, It is my pedestal board and my heart creates the fascinating swing admired by others. You know the ones who call us dreamers, crazy, delusional.  If they only knew that at it’s best the adrenalin rush goes deeper than Egyptian sheets, past unworthy lovers, Shakespearean poems and it magically floats making the eyes of the most cynic dazzle. I'm branded with love; I’m a slave to his symptoms. I have found ways to create tongue twisters while making love to him… call that talent. My vocal cords splatter verses over walls giving birth to what was once considered dead, divine sensations rape the consciousness, happy tears easily wash of the sweat and I have not yet reached the perfect score of 10. Oh i'm how many ways is God called. You see even those who don’t call themselves gymnast are now working out their eyes, feeling the anticipation rise while  following my words. Congrats! you are now taking a small leap. I'm sure you didn’t even know. This is a matter of the heart. Yes, it is a difficult feat of balance which comes from a what-chu-ma-call-it... which is no cow manure, the physical display may be rough for some but nothing compares. Such events aren't choreographed; they take place in our discovery, fights, and tears. Damm does it hurt but damm does get better. Therefore, perhaps, you might call it ...acrobatics.  

 

 Dayanna "Daydream" Carrion

July 2007

 

Acrobatic Tumbling : From Rolls to Handsprings and Somersaults 

 

 

3 Benches - Poem By Vladimir Rodriguez

3 Benches - Poem By Vladimir Rodriguez

3 benches from me a man sleeps
Is he homeless?
Or is he dreading of losing love like I am?
Is he tearing from the emptiness the future holds?
Like I am
Just 3 benches from me a man sleeps
Is he tired of fighting for life?
Or tired of fighting for love?
Like I am
Is his armor in his bag? which lays, by his head
Or is it getting soft from the tears
Like mine is
3 benches from that man sleeping
Will be another man sleeping.

written 6/13/10 (and there was actually a man sleeping 3 benches from, so it is a true story)

Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete

Can men and women be friends?

Can men and women be friends?
By: Vlad Rodriguez

Really? Like really. Simple question but many views. Some people (mainly women) say it is possible and some say it is impossible. What do you think? I have changed my opinion over time on this subject matter.  I once thought that it was impossible because I know many guys and girls who are friends, yet the guy always has something to say about the female friend, and when I say something to say, I mean sexual.  Maybe I am wrong, but many women when they have a guy friend he really is just that, a guy friend.  Many dudes operate these friendships normally yet secretly in love with the female friend. And if not secretly in love he just has a dirty mind and takes advantage of any opportunity that presents itself for instance if she bends over to pick something up. I have in the past mentioned situations like this to females and they looked at me like I was insane, like they never thought about their male friend in any another way and they are sure that he never thought about them like that. But some fail to realize that the train of thought of a woman is not the same as a man. The woman's train of thought is express while the man goes locally (like the 1 train and the 2 train). Hmmmm.

I must admit that over the years I have changed my views. I think a man and a woman can be friends as long as there is one factor involve. Age and experience. As you start reaching that hill that looked so far years ago and now seems to be right there things change. Life changes. Your perspective takes twist like a twizzler and what you thought was one thing is actually something else now. I think age it is a factor because it gets to a point that wait wait I forgot about something. I was speaking with a friend, a female one, and she said something that had me thinking for hours. She said that "people are friends because they are somehow attracted to each other". Now it is easy to agree and be like yeah, but wait a minute now, think about this. Attracted, that word captivated me when she put it in that sentence. Maybe she is right and people, mainly men and women, are somehow attracted to each other. But what kind of attraction? is it sexual? or is it to the other person's personality. I guess we can say the friend's personality. But being attracted to somebodies personality would you not say that somewhere in your mind there might be some sexual desire. I mean I was thinking that at this point of my life men and women can be friends so long as the man has many experiences in his "woman resume" and a couple of "relationship championship belts" (is not for you to understand).  But then I got caught in that bomb of a quote "people are friends because they are somehow attracted to each other", and I know she meant nothing sexual but more about the other's mind and way of being.  But what if there is some inner desire there in a couple of cabinets in your subconscious. The cabinets might be locked up but they are there, and one day something can trigger a key to pop up out of nowhere and next thing you know..forget I might be getting a little to ahead of myself. I conclude with this: Men and women can be friends as long as we men can control out dirty minds, no I don't like this ending lets try it again. I conclude with this: I think men and women can be friends as long as there is respect. Yeah that is better.

Nature: What Females Want and Males Will Do

Are you shackled?

I have been thinking about the system. The system that is in place right now. I usually say that it is slavery. Working 9-5 then going home to go right back to work the next day. Then you get your paycheck and spend your money on a nice restaurant, some nice clothes or the new gadget that just came out. Don't forget the sales that you have been seeing all week during your lunch break. It seems like everything is designed to drag you in, drag you in a hole so that you cant get out but at the same time convince you that you are happy. I find it incredible how far human society has gotten, yet at the same time how backwards everything seems to be going. It seems like we take ten steps forward and 15 steps backwards. I feel as though the system is like an ocean and we are always underwater swimming. The only time you come up for air is on a vacation. When the vacation is over back to the swimming, however there are some that are on boats and even some who are on land, yet most of us are swimming.

I don't know if you understand me but after being treated like an orange, where they squeezed the juice out of me then they just threw me out, I have opened my eyes and understood that the system is like a prison. But we all give up our liberty in return for something. And what is this something? it is for the state to protect us from ourselves, or rather people. We all pay for this. But what if you don't want this? That is too bad because you do not have a choice. This liberty that you give up it's forced on you because we live in a society. I am not against it but I am well aware that there is a group of individuals whom are in control and are taking advantage of it. Sometimes I feel stuck like the freedom that I am looking for I really do not have unless I move to a deserted island, which realistically I probably could not live in because after 2 days I will be missing the people I love whom are stuck to the system like flies in a glue trap. I feel like writing more but I feel like I am going around in circles and this is mainly because the system has us going around in circles. Unfortunately life has turned into a washing machine that just goes round and round and once in a while you throw a new piece of clothing, that gives it new a new color, yet it is the same cycle.

V-Rodriguez

Introduction

This blog is about everything you can and cannot imagine to think of. Is that simple. A collection of writers with different ideas expressing themselves. Do you really want more than that? No I don't think so. Subject matter? Well that is easy, whatever one of the writer's want to express. It can be poetry, an essay, a political view, a religious view, philosophy, and opinion about something happening right now or maybe a statement, I don't know, it is up to the writer all I can say is welcome!