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Uneasy Thoughts
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The Sign In front - I may be Blind For You (but what is a fool to do?) - Spit - The Fly that Flew into My Eye - We Can - Leaky Bucket of Dreams and Fantasies - I Drink - My Tiny Fly Collection - The Party inside My Wall - Trapped In Hell
The Sign In front
The billboard hung loosely from one corner, preparing to crash upon a batch of tall green grass.
I reached out with the most of my ability
And when I felt it hot feelings swelled up inside me like a geyser readying to spew steam.
It felt so extreme this feeling, yet I dared myself to lift it back up, put it back in it's rightful place, for maybe a moment.
I did it; there it has been done. I let go and it swings, swings, and swings till all energy gone.
Arturo Hernandez 9-28-1991
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I may be Blind For You (but what is a fool to do?)
There she goes again, passing my path, like someone on fire, some one hot.
Does she really think I can not see her just beckoning me, just because I am blind?
It does not matter, my nose agrees, her sweet scent seems to hit the spot.
Her laughing sounds in my ears to great loving life. My heart says she's mine, she' mine!
I am truly in love my pretty dear, you know you have me forever in your trap.
So cut out this charade, let us no more play, You see me every day.
I only imagine how your hair blows by the spray of wind, and the sexy curves on your lap.
I only wish for you every day, I only long for your fingers in my hair making play.
Arturo Hernandez 9-28-1991
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The Fly that Flew into My Eye
The fly that flew into my mind,
Left behind, some sign, to inform me of its find.
Of a little piece of loving it scrounged up in the wastebasket,
Glass or something smooth like it, black and hard as a casket.
Why it sent me this sign is beyond me,
Its not helpful to me, as a matter of fact it's now hard to see.
 But it did what it thought needed to do,
Why did the fly do this to me? I am a fool,
To think it's some sort of a sign.
Now that to all the colors I am blind.
AH 11-20-1999
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Spit
Some people spit out blood
In way like flowing floods
Some people spit out dirty words
Like crap from soaring birds
Some kids spit out spit
Tops of flowers they hit
Some girls spit out water
Others spit out showers
Some boys spit out seeds
The kind birds choose to feed
Some women spit out nonsense
Like the sway of a picket fence
In a cold wind astray
On a blustery windy day.
Arturo Hernandez 1-29-1991
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We Can
We can hold hands, I do not care.
 We can run upon the broken shells what the hell.
You can say I smell of water well…Can you tell?
Sing a song of yellow birds flying.
Sing a hymn of young chickens dying.
We can do it, if you don't mind.
Kiss my belly, very nice, very fine.
We can jump from star to star.
The sun is close the moon not far.
I like to sing you songs.
Ones of love and life of young.
Together you and I.
Forever blue or high
Together you and I.
Art 2-8-92
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Leaky Bucket of Dreams and Fantasies
The mind it leaks, slowly, day to day,
Like water, thoughts tend to drip.
Till one day the bucket is empty,
No more dripping, no more leaking.
No more dreams to wonder about and no more
Fantasies to make believe.
One day.
Arturo Hernandez 11-11-99
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I Drink
I drink to you, my colorful friend.
I drink to the beginning and to the end.
I drink to the playful ones, with their friendly smiles.
I drink to the mindless and the thoughtless, I love their style.
I drink to the fishes in the deep blue sea.
I drink and getting drunk is easy for me.
I drink to the sun and the moon and the stars high above.
I drink to the hateful  and the spiteful and the ones I love.
I drink to the flowers growing in my yard,
I drink to the kids, how they love to play it hard.
I drink to the gods and devils in our minds.
To the billboards that signal the homeward sign.
I drink and I'm getting all so drunk,
I think I drove right over that skunk.
Arturo Hernandez 11-17-1999
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My Tiny Fly Collection
There are dead ones, and live ones.
Newborn, old, and sunshine ones.
Squash ones, black and blue ones, ones
That bleed all over when stepped on and others that do not run.
There are ones flying and a tiny colony of ones resting, peacefully, from the other ones.
And ones that zoom, and speed through the air, and ones that enter the sun.
Come to think of it, there is no doubt ones that always find time to have lots of fun.
This is my collection, I tell you the truth, no lie, come and play with me and we'll have the most fun.
Arturo Hernandez 4/30/1993
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The Party inside My Wall
Laughter down the hall
Chasing it may seem unreal
My feet falter for a few
But then there is only one way
And I must follow.
I hear it even louder
Coming from inside that small dark hole in the wall,
A sickly coughing laugh, corrosive, toxicating the fibers that makes up me.
Everywhere is light, brighter than the sun
But there, where the black meets the light it is not.
The laughter ceases to sound, "Come in and join the Party…"
My eyes can not move, fixed upon the dark hole.
I can look inside: is it sudden death, longing for me?
I hold out not a moment longer, placing my finger deep inside.
The pull is stronger than I, nearly tearing my whole arm off; but instead, striking a bargain, takes all of me in.
In front of I, the laughter has eyes, breast, and fantastic smiles. They converge upon me, wrenching my close off.
Arturo Hernandez 11-19-91
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Trapped In Hell
Way deep inside the hole called hell
 I try to breathe in the flames, careful so as not to catch my lungs
On fire; it hurts to exhale.
Gliding on ferocious fire, flesh burnt to the bone, I arrive here to be loved by torment and anguish, to watch my hair, a lit match, spit out sparks, to smell shreds of my white skin turn black, like smoke rising.
Clouds of smoke, coughing choking, and death at my neck, doom right behind her.
Art 11-18-88
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Uneasy Thoughts copyright © 1999 by Arturo Hernandez
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