Today ,tomarrow,and the days that follow after.

As the earth spins in circles I stand with my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds.

Today ,tomarrow,and the days that follow after.

As the earth spins in circles I stand with my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds.

Today ,tomarrow,and the days that follow after.

As the earth spins in circles I stand with my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Artistic Tragedy

Marisol Lozano
Poetry
Pg.1

It's a shame
A tragedy really
An Artist's state
An Artist
The one who sees
beyond the seven seas
The one who distinguishes between rationality and irrationality
but only to conflict themselves with the gravitational pull of emotion vs presence.
The goal is preservation
Against the odds who hold you back
Against time who seems to strike
And how?
By captivating an emotion unknown to the naked eye
At the same time criticized harshly by others who are pin pointing technicalities
It's a shame
A tragedy really
An Artist
The one who sees 
beyond the seven seas
And wants nothing more but to please
And ease the ache from society's burden
While it is encouraged to think outside the box
This practically is forbidden
It's just an expression whose only job is to mock
And play with your mind
Until you do mind
And question the point
From the start to the end point
When all of those miles
traveled seem to accumulate
just a little to late
It's a shame
A tragedy really
An Artist's state
The one who sees
beyond the seven seas
The one who can see
what others neglect to do so.



Thursday, February 27, 2014

In memoriam,Go sleep I give my powers away

In memorim ,Go sleep I give my powers away

To sleep I give my powers away,
My will is bondsman to the dark;
I sit within a hemless bark,
And my heart l muse and say,
O heart,how fares it with thee
now,
That I thou should fail from the desire,
Who scarcely derest to imagine,
What makes he beat so low,

Something it is which thou houst lost,
Some pleasure from thine early gelrs,
Break thou deep vase of chilling leys
That grief hath shaken into frost,

Such clouds of nameless trouble cross
All night below the darkened eyes.
with morning wakes the will,and cries
thou shalth, not be the fall
of loss.
 -Tennyson

Break,break,break

Break,break,break

On thy cold gray stones,O sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
Tha thoughs that arise in me.

O,well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O,well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in  his boat on the boy!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of vanish hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still;

Break,break,break
At the foot of thy crags,O sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is  dead
Will never come back to me.
-Tennyson

Beautiful city

Beautiful city

Beautiful city,the centre and crater of
European confusion,
O you with your passsionate shriek for the
rights of an equal
humanity,
How often your Re-evolution has proven but
E -volution
Roll^€™d again back on itself in the tides
of civic insanity!
-Tennyson

Come not when I am dead

Come not when I am dead

Come not,when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou woudst not save.
There let the wind sweep and plover cry;
But thou,go by

Child,if it were thine error or thy crime
I care no longer,being all unblest;
Wed whom thou will,but I am sick of Time,
And I desire to rest.
Pass on,weak heart,and leave to where I lie:
Go by,go by.
-Tennyson

Ask me no more

Ask me no more

Ask me no more:the moon may draw the sea;
The clouds may stoop from heaven and take the shape,
with fold to fold,of mountain or,of cape;
But O too fold,when have I answer'd thee?
Ask me no more,

Ask me no more:what answe should I give?
I love not hollow cheek or faded eye,
Yet O my friend,I will not have thee die!
Ask me no more;legt I should bid thee live;
Ask me no more.

Ask me no more;thy fate and mine are seal'd:
I strove against the stream and all in vain;
Let the great river take me to the main:
No more,dear love,for at a touch I yield;
Ask me no more.
 -Tennyson

A Farewell

A Farewell

Flow down,cold rivulet,to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
Flow, softly flow,by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
No where by thee my steps shall be
for ever and for ever.
But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.
A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
-Tennyson