Hallucinatory poetry "Time"

At the cafe,

My voice succumbed
To the voices of many.
In Time,
Like a cape of grandiosity I am silent.

It's snowing outside and the blizzard has you wondering,
Whether to put on the black coat and look your best,
And Time doesn't know whether you're in haste,
For, you are absolutely sure you're too late.
You're arriving and you've walked through the door.
A lady storms through and sits down with her acquaintance by the bar,
And you have one chance
To express it now or never--your never ending affection for honey!
Then a voice crack and she's left to her place of work because she's an alcoholic.
There you'll see Time and Time again sorrow and despair.
Time wont allow your wishes come true
For she's in love with him and you are in love with her.

Hallucinatory poetry "A Return to Despair."

When I was walking home in the rain from the Cafe,
A random stranger came up to me with her arms open,
She gave me a hug,
My illness becomes bitter and my headache returns.

A lyrical love piece "Diamond in a Rough."

"There's a diamond in a rough,
It's being chipped away slowly,"
How do you make a diamond turn to dust?
Years ago,
I never had to second guess what I thought,
So on the piano I used to express what I felt,
I can't think of sadder times,
When I'm without her,
She made me feel that you had a soul.

A lyrical love piece "Excitement is leaving me."

Did you know excitement is leaving me,
In all my daily activities,
There are none that satisfy me when I'm without her,
There's one who called me a virus I would see again, 
And still my poems are sufficient to describe my disease,
And there are few who I would be excited to be with,
And now I have to find a way to find a replacement,
Which cannot be done very easily.
There's "Non-violent communication"--a book, on the table,
And it's giving me ideas,
I can write something original after reading a passage from it.

A lyrical love piece "Dueling"

Still as a liberal,
I'm melancholy,
She's afraid of the man who wrote to her,

Still as a socialist,
The days of dueling are over,
But in books and games they live,

Still as an unhappy communist man, 
I love her like the calm moonlit night.

"Happiness prime."

Nevermore when I die,
Will happiness be primed,
And she is Mother Russia.

"Love at first sight."

Sometimes is love at first sight mutual,
Though she didn't love me,
There's a painting on the wall by Vincent Van Gough,
And it looks so real.
Do I wonder which way her world goes?
I do.
I hereby wish my love for her expire,
Because she dislikes me,
I assume I'm not her type,
And hiding is no way to live,
Behind misery and in the confines of a cell.

A lyrical love piece "Desolate Man."

When you made that call,
I decided I would plead guilty,
Because I didn't want to fight when you had already won.
Now that the judge decided we'd have years of separation,
How can you ever amend a relationship that was nonexistent?
So I'll have to find my way without you.
Do not become like me.
Do not become a lonely,
Desolate man.    

A lyrical love piece "She has a confidant."

When you were bartending,
It is true I was not in love,
At the time my father was telling me the difference
Between it and infatuation,
In the unlikely case you care to remember,
I was quiet and shy because I disagreed.
When you were bartending,
The whisper in my ear directed at him
Was like a flirt at the same time,
While I then knew you had a confidant,
I later reasoned,
She whispered in my ear as well,
As though it was not over between us.
Perhaps he is your brother,
Or so I thought,
Though it's over between us. 
You leaned against the wall
As if to say give it to me,
Though he was watching your side from that angle,
And I knew you had a boyfriend,
From then on my imagination has played tricks,
Sometimes to the point,
That love is hate. 
And 1984 isn't a mere book.

A lyrical love piece "She loves to show."

You love to show me that pretty ladies leave me,
Although you're like a model to us you are not in our dreams,
Though you know not that you are ugly, albeit, mean looking.
Or maybe I become old one day, but you will wind up much uglier than us.
And you make money that way.
You love to show that the princes and pawns gape,
And the confident ask you to date,
But none are your favorite,
Only he... 
Only when I talk with you,
Did I wish you to turn me down,
When I wish things are all my fault...
You love to message me,
Or else you left me,
To be with him. 

A lyrical love piece "Up in my head."

I still see you shooting arrows like an Amazon,
Up in my head,
Oh it's all up in my head,
And can a poet become once again a pianist?
For a man to change his profession,
Something drastic has had to happen in his life,
Like love gone awry.
If a pianist prefers poetry over music,
Than what has gone wrong to society or him?
Something serious, right?
I still see you going to school walking with that man,
Up in my head,
Oh it's all up in my head,


 

Analysis of “The Rise and Fall of Islamic Spain: Full documentary”

             When the Visigoths moved from barbaric tribes (from France, Germany, etc.) to Spain, they

found many Jews living there already, for Judaism had existed in Europe before Christianity had spread.

In Cordoba, Granada, Toledo, etc., many Jews had lived there since 476 A.D. and was a minority living in

relative freedom in cities reported to have been founded by refugees from Jerusalem. After the advent

of Islam, when the Berbers invaded the Visigoth peninsula ruled by Rodriguez, the Muslims treated the

Jews as believers of the same book and had the attitude that they “…should be treated with respect.”

And afterwards, the Muslim conquerors tended to treat Jews and Christians with respect except during

times of war. After the founding of Al-Andaluce, when the refugee prince from Damascus took control,

cultural fusion took place and the prince was able to quell the tensions among the Berbers and North

African tribes because of his political status as a potential unifier and leader.

           During the 900s, after the death of the third descendent from the prince from Damascus, civil

turmoil broke out in which the “Christians and Jews turned against each other…” and the Berbers and

Arabs, leaving a broken land into smaller states.  I expected to find the Muslims and Christians to be at

constant war with one another, but they “didn’t square off” except when the Christian, Typhic Kingdoms saw

Muslims as a threat to themselves. It seems that the

Muslims held no inherent dislike of Christianity at that time. However, the Jews were at a disadvantage

from the Christians, who entertained prejudices against them (a mindset that eventually led to Nazism).

I expected Islam to be more adamant about maintaining itself in its followers, but with the onslaught of

was left of it during the existence of Typhic Kingdoms) a Crusading zone, and not as Holy as Jerusalem.

But when King Alfonso laid down his code of laws, he was tolerant of both Muslims and Jews.

                The Islamic world constructed through its own advanced architectural techniques many

buildings, mosques, and palaces in Al-Andaluce, which later, due to the eventual demise of the land of

light, were converted into Christian buildings. Another contribution of Al-Andaluce was the recording

of Egyptian, Greek, and Roman texts into Arabic during the time of the European Dark Ages, when

much knowledge was being forgotten or neglected, including medicinal texts in Greek with regards to

botanical plants. Furthermore, as an architectural contribution, the Muslims enhanced the existing

Roman aqueducts by adding water wheels, which was possible because of the abundant rivers in Al-

Andaluce. Finally, astronomically, the advent of the Astrolabe “allowed” navigators to travel the seas,

such as Columbus.

"The Eastern European lady"

Based on a dream I had early in the morning,
I was nonexistent--a ghost traveling to-and-fro
Like a camera in a movie with no person seeming
To run it, but I saw everything and did nothing
Until it was too late.
Either I or my sister was skiing because I remember...
But I couldn't tell, because I was in her place, like Azazel the devil
Though she was in her swimsuit,
I saw the girl who called the police on me water skiing,
She had on a bikini and a beautiful, wet face,
That no man would not fall for, and in the distance,
Her shirtless, thin fiance was sitting on the stern of the boat,
His face was turned away for the brief time I looked at him--
His chest was bare revealing some hair like a sailor's,
But anyway, when I stared at Her
It was as though she knew I was there,
I proceeded to leave as the Judge decreed but time stood still,
And she gave me no eye contact as expected
But the tinge of what she said to me still was like an expression
Upon her face, that I'm an annoying, arrogant, creep.
As my sister and I were coming to the dock,
With an excitement and enthusiasm to see me again like old,
He had just bought a boat which looked new. 
And I can't remember if I went with him or not.  

"Tunisia."

You're flying to Paris,

(Where your connecting flight is to Tunis),

The first sight you see is the shore,

From outside the window.

And if one imagine's what one would find,

In a short amount of time,

The plane touches down,
You're about to hear a Tunisian tale

Of wealth and knowledge...

And your heart beat's fast,

Cause you're alive. 

A voice says you're shaken

By all the other times you've seen sand.

When you seek the wind from the west,

You can be on time now,

You notice the humidity is at an all time low,

There's a woman making a viable claim,

You don't know whether

It's at a parlor or a restaurant,

If you saw the jewel,

Maybe you could give it as a gift.

When you're catching a taxi,

Everyone's looking forward to the hostel.

Two teachers are standing in front of you

You expect to find a land of religious folk.

But you wonder what the plan is like,

Since you're in a foreign land,

And they're taking a train to Sfax.

Your group hops on the bus, 

A friend picks up the guitar and sings,

It's some tune you've not heard before,

You've heard the eastern radio on your way up,

After a few nights spent

You're hanging in the courtyard,

You remember back in Florida,

There's a psychiatrist,

Who's in your mind who knew,

Sometimes all your observations are incorrect, 

And though she doesn't state it she gives you a label.

There's the distant dunes of the desert,

Which are changing by the wind in fine,

That all the hotels in the world cannot imitate.

"Walter Baldwick."

A handsome pianist and aspiring writer goes to a college,
When we read what he writes and infer from what little we know,
We do well and we see clearly things we wouldn't be able to show.
Since he's quiet and shy in real life, we get to know about his personality,

He puts his status up, posts on his and our walls in face-book, speechless.
And he has poems, stories, a journal entry, which provoke us to ponder.
So while our friends post on our walls, we have a laugh and break our folkways,
We're getting laid, getting numbers, and having a blast in our daily lives. 

Then, randomly, when he knew what was the most important thing in the world,
And his close circle of family and best friends whom he'll never block,
Clicked on the "x" next to his friends in list, removing everyone who knew him,
So we're left wondering why he'd do such a thing as a friend?


Hay una pianista guapo y escritor ambicioso quien va a un colegio,
Cuando nos leemos que el escribe y inferimos del poquito nos conocemos,
Nos hacemos buenos y vemos cosas mejor que no podemos usualmente funcion,
Y aunque el es muy callado cuando el hable y tiro en la vida, nos podemos conocer mas o menos su personalidad,


El pone su estado en lo alto, el pone al corrriente en su y nuestros paredes para nosotros leemos.
Y el tiene poemas, cuentos, y un elemento publicacion para su personal ideas, que provocarle a nos consideramos.
Asi mientras nuestros amigos envian los correos, tenemos una risa y romperamos nuestra cultura popular,
Nos vamos a companeros, recibimos los telephono numeros, y teniendo el tiempo de nuestras vidas de cada dia.


Entonces, al azar, cuando el conocia que estuve la mayoria de su vida,
Y su grupo cercano de familia y mejores amigos quienes el no hace bloquearles nunca.
El removo todos quienen conocieron el a uno punto o otro en cara-libro.
Y ahi nos somos sobrante considerar porque el hacia tan cosa dramatica como un amigo?

"Cancun"

Upon arrival at the airport in order for you to capture,

There’s a pretty girl you see who you won’t see again,

You exit from the terminal where you’re finally supposed to be,

The journey that you profited from was from there to here.

A warm breeze brushes against your face,

All the taxi drivers want to have your money,

But you don’t know what to say and have to get going,

The sunlight is partially obscured by the sparse clouds.

While in the white taxi van going to the resort, Cancun,

You think, the windows are up unnecessarily,            

The temperature is right, because you want to feel the wind again,

But there is no way to roll them down.

And there are foreigners with you who don’t know English.

The driver unpacks your luggage at the hotel entrance,

And the doorman is there to greet you and has your name on a list,

You finally arrive and have some catch up to do.

You walk through the lobby towards the opposite end.

The ocean is blue, but nearer the dune-less sand it’s turquoise,

And you aren’t surprised because of what’s been said.

The mere beauty of it is captivating your attention.

The sound of waves beating against the shore to turns your mind to peace…

You create a mental list of things to do but there is not enough time

The lack of sleep from waking early in the morning is getting to one,

The most important thing is to be out in the beach.

You notice the warmth while the night stays the same as during the day,

Your priorities are now with the night clubs in downtown Cancun and dinner—

An hour earlier than what your watch says,

You hop on a bus to go to a restaurant…

Despite the cuisine being offered to you, you are consistent,

Because, you know the amount that is eaten is not dependent on location.

Your mind turns toward facing a fear but it escapes—

Like an alarm, your mental note to go to a nightclub causes you not to go.

After a night in the morning you arrive from a boat to “Women’s Island,”

You stay a short time as you forgot to bring any money.

After a day passes and you have returned, you do things cheaply,

You rent a golf cart and drive towards the Mayan ruins.

At the southern-most tip, there’s no way to cross over—

So you quickly take a picture and leave.

You spend three hours at the most beautiful beach on the island,

The clear water shows the sand on the bottom’s white and fine.

You draw a connection that nut shells look a lot like sea shells.

Somehow you feel you aren’t experiencing as much as you should be,

So you follow through with a goal to walk towards a boat,

The water is cool at first when you sink in letting every part of your body become wet.

There's a person sitting on top the stern waves to greet,

You say, "hola,"standing and begin to return to your spot.

As though you just got there, you quickly leave.

Your flight leaves at 2:53 pm and you get there on time.

This will not be the last time you are over at Cancun…

"The Trash Heap."

In a town at the center between the East and West
There's a cafe.
It was brown and green and had on its top,
Words carefully put for it's name;
In it there lied a group of workers who called themselves acquaintences,
And had their mutually exclusive group of friends,
These people were unfriendly and ignorant,
And thought the town revolved 'round them.
But it was due to a pair who used to work there,
Who exerted their influence
During the night,
And as I couldn't be averted the morning after,
By which time the Owner was there,
I cursed the restaurant's food;
Their subtle dislike, ideologies, services, and taste in channels,
And upon a sacred oath sworn with my sister,
Will never return,
Where it now be known as "The Trash Heap,"
Though I don't walk around its vicinity anymore.

"Mexican Food"

Mexican food is difficult to acquire a taste if one is largely unfamiliar,
Especially to certain spicy dishes which tend to cause the tongue to burn;
‘Till recently, I haven’t found it necessary to add spices, but now I do;
My favorite dish has always been the taco, because of its versatile nature:
Not only can one put many kinds of meats and salads and sauces,
The taste differs from country to country depending upon food production practices;
Regardless, if one wants to go on a taste binge or odyssey one has to be careful
Although there isn’t a way to really be sure, when in Mexico,
That one won’t get sick from eating at an "unregulated" location. 
My next favorite dish is mole, sopas, y proxima es pollo con pan.
It’s always a magical experience to the next.

La comida de Mexico es dificil adqurir un gusto para le.
Hasta ahora, tengo que no le busque necesario bonificar las especias, pero hago;
Mi favorita comida tiene siempre ere el taco, por que es natura versatil:
Nada puede poner muchos tipos de carne y ensalada y salsas,
El gusto es diferente de pais a pais dependemente en costumbres produccion comida;
Aunque hay no esta orientar que es asegurar, cuando en Mexico,
Tu necesito estar has cuidado ir a un locacion, aunque, hay no manera estar seguro.
Mi proxima favorita comida es mole, las sopas, y proxima es pollo con pan.
Es siempre un experiencia magica a la proxima.

"Chinese Food"

Tastes so good it will make one get addicted to it;
And want to get fatter because of the uniqueness in it's qualities,
And although it is sometimes fried, aren't we guilty of the same?
No one here has had authentic Chinese, dear Americans, even though it's different,
Because you know, there are some foods I prefer over others;
And Chinese ranks in the upper four from where my list of favorites, include:
Persian as number one, then Italian, Arabian, and Chinese.
American is so dull, it makes me want to forget about eating.

El gusto esta asi buen que uno le hago adicto a le.
Y quiere venir mas gordo por que del singularidad que son en modalidades,
Y aunque es a veces freia, son nos no culpable de igual?
Nadie en Ustados Unidos ha tenido China autentico acki, amor Americanos, empareja aunque que es diferente,
Por que sabes, hay algunes comidas que yo prefiero mas encima de otros;
Y China clasifica entre en el cuatro parte superior donde mi lista de la favoritas, incluir:
Persian es numero uno, proxima Italiano, Arabana, y China.
Americano es mucho desafilar, tomarme que quiero desenteder comiendo.

“The Moroccan Restaurant, Cassablanca's.”

There's a Morrocan restaurant in Kennesaw where you can do Hookah,
I was employed there as a dishwasher;
Even though I'm an American Citizen,
I must have looked like an alien to them.
It was only for a summer so I quit and then found other employment.
As a dishwasher, I was constantly being criticized for not working fast enough;
The boss Cook eventually chewed me out and I was fired.
But every time I was there, I enjoyed a meal of Moroccan cuisine.
I never tried the hookah because I don't want to get lung cancer,
But I did in Tunisia as an exception.

Hay una Morroquen restaurante donde tu puedes hacer pipa de agua,
Trabaje ahi como un lavadora de platos pero no estuve licitamente trabajando ahi,
Parejo sin embargo soy un Americano, acabe mirar igual un extranjero,
A ellos.
Estuve para el invierno entonces resigne y proximo encontre otro trabajo.
Como un lavadora de platos, me fuero muy criticos para no estuve trabajando rapido suficiente;
El cocinero jefe pronto mastico me out y yo despedio.
Pero todo tiempo estuve alli, me gusta un casado de Marroquí.
Nunca tenuvo el hookah por que no hago querer tener cancer de pulmon,
Pero hice en Tunisia que una excepcion.