Godspeed...

Hermanos, a donde sea que terminen llendo, siempre estaran con nosotros en el corazon...Buena suerte en el Defiendete...!!!

Todas las glorias a Sripad Bhakti Pavan Janardan Maharash...Ki Jai...!!!

Esto es una invitacion abierta a todos, para que sientan el amor y dulzura de un erudito tan puro como lo es Sripad Bhakti Pavan Janardan Maharash...sera este jueves 18 de Enero en el Sri Chaitanya Govinda Sevashram. A.R. de tijuana... sera gratis con deliciosa Prasadam (comida vegetariana...) Los esperamos...Hari Bol...!!!

Moving past behind you...

Dirty pleasure...
smell your body whole...
inches and miles...
the instruments of differential distances...

I would rather walk away, behind you counting rosary beads...
It only made sense once and now it's resurfacing needs...
the taste is unforgettable...
even after living in the past has caused a rupture...

)interuption(

structured falling out...
one eyed reason for the treason...
two faced mass appeal...
duality can never be undone...

this is vengance...
but you'll call it by another name...
desperate times, call for violent messures...

Tourette's army...

this is not the end...
this belief is implanted in common consciousness...
shot me full of plagues without a cure...
this and more is what I deserve...
even with prejudice eyes you can examine...
demonstrate with real science...
how we designate a chemical to every reaction...
within each of these cunning examples of grace are observed...(variables)...
severed and replaced with parallels...

And you didn't think it through enough to seek the requisite vengeance...
smile with the blood still on your lips...
I caused a rainfall, body part waterfall...
only time will dry off these human acid rain drops in pressure...

I only say these things to vertical results...
but they never work like they should...
try out different windows to escape, but no a single one is open...
break the chain, stop the cycle, vicious, vicious hands that take me under...

all that is left is a compliment, forced out because of need of hope...
won't take me under again, this is worth a thousand broken necks...
the only worthwhile address, was spoken in past pretense...
this shadow follows me, even in darkness, it's my harness...
now dig in, the banquet is served...

Now that it's important, the gravity is imported...
from a separate occasion, the only one with roots in reality...
the black hole hit with blank generation stares...
take time in wounded hands and take measures with the tetanus nails...

Blood, river, soil...
human stain reaction...
wake up the past with light...
I will walk away untouched...
unfelt, uninvited, unsung, malinformed...
malajusted, disfunctional, incomplete...
overflow, scars, red is a memory...
sad but hidden in inflicted wounds on those they told me were my enemies...

taste of punishment...

The punishment aproches, click the pic, to recive the first beat...!