Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind

As found in one of the several, this is "Stellar encounter between Saturn and Europa". Enjoy. Stellar encounter between Saturn and Europa. Europa was dressed in red clothes that day... I was happy to know she was there even if she didn’t knew that she was... she floated towards me and stopped for a second in time to allow me to feel her perfume and I presumed she was aware of her mistake, but by the look in her eyes and the shy smile in her face I agreed that she was not... But it was then that she approached, and my arms with tears she soaked, and I just wondered deep in me why the snow came from the sun... she had left my orbit light years before and I was too blind to see the meteor that interfered our mystic connection, but once the damage was unbearable to the stellar eye she was already gone... but there she was, crying in my arms with no right, but still who am I to judge... Then she turned and whispered to my nose “...my love...” in that moment I turned and said “why

irony is this Hollow's tendency. can you see the scars close away? as i heal, i peal my skin to a new and throw what's left from the dirt to the bottom of the seas... where you sleep... there's a white duck staring straight at me next to my baby pictures of a past i never knew psicopathologie studies of the self that bring us down... its like a living dance upon dead minds or just a suffocating sight like you... beer mugs remind me of what i tend to forget the simple sound of you around me makes me nervous like red Californian apples and space rides. i hope i don't sound scary, i'm just hungry and you're dinner. do you know the joker? i need him to fix my head go get me some bread so i can bake myself away where are you? you should have been here by now! i have to feed the entire crowd and there's no control revolt behold the power of the [ n o t h i n g l e f t t o s a y ] ...

written in moments of vulnerability. this is Epiphany . Epiphany. Blossom dear numbing sense, blossom and become that I believe you to be not. Embrace my situation with thy presence... remind me what am I made of... While I seek for a new, you come from within the nothing and offer that I felt forgotten. For some reason the self I call my own beholds that you call divine, yet comprehension is not part of what overcomes me when ever I see that to be a fact for you. Will I ever see the light on that matter? Matters not much though to have or not the final image of thy draft for I only need to understand that you are to be comforted by me as so am I by thy. Thus I have become that I feel to be worshiped by nature as the masterpiece of them all, thus has you become my Queen and Emperor, the owner of my dark and light, yet you identify me as the parallel universe of that I call to be mine in your world... you see me as I see you... is that a sign for prosperity? or just a call to disorder…

When green goes gray A transmission from within is received several times with no transcription to a comprehensible code and the message is lost... yet the last transmission was different... something had changed... I was just not able to read the code... From the last time to the first, caught up in a silent prayer, while i fear the worst... hope is life since hope is the last thing you lose and when you lose life there's nothing left... so, is that a rule of three? a simple triangle? or is it just misunderstood? I would beg to differ since answer to non I have confronted... Slave in a simple illusion that some call life, some call religion and some call routine... it's all just a breath away, yet your lungs won't budge... are you ready to live with that? maybe if you find yourself strong enough, yet that strength is relative to the amount of pain you suffered already, so may as well collapse in the first try as you may as well step away and wipe the dust from your back...

Para los que se han ido.... Silencio ... Solo eso escuchabas... aun mientras dormías en tus sueños todo era silencio... veías tu mundo, andabas por su gloria y te olvidabas del resto... era tu utopía hecha misterio, eran tus sueños hechos memorias... Mordiste la manzana y aceptaste tu destino con la frente al aire... fue la melodía que escuchabas lo que te dio aquello que buscabas... lograste abrirle paso a tu pasado para que este fuera testigo de tu presente y marcara tu futuro... Las olas eran el llamado a tu niñez.. En la arena describiste tu contorno y leíste tu alma... el viento borro tus palabras pero se las llevo consigo para esparcirlas en el mundo... el mundo que tanto quisiste... el mundo que te quito lo único que tuviste... Comprendí tu mensaje solo al final... fui ciego e ignorante de su certeza por simple ingenuidad... nunca creí estar tan cerca de las estrellas que cuando te vi llorar... tus lagrimas fueron de felicidad... y así crearon un vacío cuando tu alma quiso calla

this little drawing i did while in france... so like 03 or so. it also inspired a poem which can be read right after the image. Logan's trip way... this is the first one... this is the last one... this is the only one... who sits and wonders... numbers are gotten... reasons forsaken... memories forgotten... and faces fading... engulf your pride... shall you embrace... the spirits that rise... from within the dead... somewhat forbidden... this what is mine... come and admit it... you've lost your mind... throw them away... them you don't need... blow them in haze... buried in greed... I see your wish... I see it came true... the world that you once feared... is now painted in blue... all i need i have... all i have you need... all you are i hate... all you hate is me... I'll take my bags and go... and all I say is this... if you follow me home... I promise to make you bleed............

Bored. My eyes are feeling heavy My back falls to the ground My head’s two thousand pounds My face is feeling lazy My eyes are feeling heavy I’m tired and I’m down I feel my blood in my veins ‘Cause my muscles push them down My back falls to the ground I can not with my soul Falling straight down a hole And not making a sound My head’s two thousand pounds The air’s falling on me The pressure puts me down And shoves me open from in My face is growing lazy Don’t get anything they say So fucking bored today Maybe I’m going crazy...

Cause/Consequence. You see me cause pain to everyone, Everywhere I go I “ hate ” someone. But deep within I see all this again ‘Cause all of this you see it’s just the consequence. When you see someone cry ‘cause of something I did You think to yourself: “How could he be so mean?” But you don’t even care if all this images Come caused by the past and are now consequence. Take away all your words that now cause intolerance, ‘Because you don't know anything and you don't give me the chance To explain myself now, you don't see it as a fact That what you see as cause is nearly consequence .

Anger Management. Anger overcomes myself inside Hollow freedom seems like a hope Take a fist and now break my mind Since hate, to mind, is the only thing that comes. Solutions never seen, as time goes by My pen writes the fake shit my eyes see My soul’s polluted for this moment in my watch As I sense the end close to what is to be. Walk into the alley and feel the black kiss Shake your head and let spill all that feels bad Take a hike down the valley that could be your bliss Open your mouth and articulate this words: Fuck that !

this one brings back memories... this one's not so old but it's got meaning... to me at least. Abby... sobre todas las cosas encuentro tu memoria sobre todos los cuerpos escondidos en mi historia... se de tu presencia y representa escoria pero en cierta forma mi corazón te añora... no he visto la paz en estas tinieblas ni una estrella fugaz desde la noche aquella... pierdo el aliento al pensar en ti pierdo mi tiempo si no estas aquí... miro a mis adentros me veo solo con la nada encuentro tus fotos y decae mi alma... espero por el llamado de aquel viejo en bata negra para que con su mágico toque me lleve a donde nadie me espera... no deseo admitirlo me niego a contemplarlo un futuro infinito sin que estés a mi lado... a veces te siento a veces te llamo a veces presiento tu piel a mi lado... aun si quisiera tener tu presencia se que he matado nuestra eterna recurrencia... mientras mi ego se sienta alimentado será entonces el miedo lo que me estará mortificando... aun en las somb

this one's a classic. Crystal Tear. Painful words come out of me Written down with my red ink Ink that spills out from veins As I blow out purple haze. Crystal tear, the image appears All that’s real fades away Crystal tear, my end is near Here’s where I don’t want to stay. Store bought love spreads within I step aside as you walk away To look back in time as you erase what is there As I look above the rain falls upon me. Crystal tear, I remember the day When all that was real faded away Crystal tear, cuts through my face And shoves myself open as I’m sent to my grave. part of those that i cherish the most " Crystal Tear " has become my own personal slogan and just like " the smallest things are most times the biggest ", " it only hurts 'till you die " and " never fear to trust but do fear the trusted ", " crystal tear cuts through my face and shoves myself open as i'm sent to my grave " defines me.

She said forget Those where your words in graphic... That was my fucking maze... That was my world without magic... Those where my feelings, vanishing in haze... I’ll give you peace now... How could you understand even with the picture in fresh? how could I have been so dull? yet no words ahead where shared between neither soul... it was to be expected... since one wishes not to understand and the other wishes not to explain... If Europa leaves the orbit, why should Saturn gravitate for her return if is her wish...? Saturn is not to control but to guide and guide alone... "Let it flow" said the third, yet the third never knew... "I hate you" said the fourth, yet the fourth never care to know... "it's life" said a fifth, yet the fifth never lived to know... It was fun while it lasted... thank god it didn't last.

today i feel... homesick... missing... mocking... here's to you.... drum machines could be psychedelic... but i just can't feel the beat anymore... if you were here maybe things would be different... maybe you are my medication ... then i plugged my ears... lets rob their houses... and i bet you wouldn't say no... hold me till the end... everything is saturated in sour sweet symphonies... your lips... i fall... without you i'm nothing... i feel the line weaving... without you i'm nothing... preview... shattering... crystal falls... breaking... on my chest... the air... your hair... a bitter end??? composes beauty... blurry as the face that falls... in love... in you... nü world... stay in the shadows where i can see you... feel you... breath you... the place to be... riddles... that's how you're tied to me... autosaved draft of a beautiful life ... then the piano begins... i fall... without you i'm nothing... i feel the line weaving... without you i'

Another old poem, just for the fun of it. Águila de Plumas Negras. Terror que rebosa razón Se pierde sin causar dolor Solo sensaciones de ausencia Que cubren cualquier intención De salir de lo profundo De ver la luz del mundo Encontrar su nueva presa Y condenarla a su mundo inmundo. Libre se encuentra el verdugo Volando sobre la meseta Buscando su nido oscuro Águila de plumas negras Observa a la distancia Ha visto la fuente eterna De la que brota la sustancia Que hace falta en su caverna. Se acerca muy lentamente Para no ser descubierta Su estado es inconsciente De que alguien allí le espera Sigilosamente se integra La esencia de aquella fuente Mientras a ella se acerca El ente vivo y sapiente. Diez metros separan la meta De aquel que busca la vida De aquel que arriva a la sima Sin percibir la sorpresa Le resta medio camino Pero cae de un golpe, aturdido Ya sabe que es un intruso En ese lugar tan divino. Lucha por alejarse Intenta ahora dar vuelta Consigue de pronto escaparse De que o

today i went to the garden and after getting my self up high in the sky, i started to write and came up with these next four pieces. enjoy! Beneath my Skin The sounds of the trees as i sit and wonder what may become a bliss under your sweet thunder The silence of their voice reminds me of when i found her oh! sweet mother nature i sleep under your slumber Yes i can feel you breathing feel you beneath my skin it's a touch so soothing and that's why i believe all those things you tought me all the places we've been all your greater knowledge lies beneath my skin. ------------------------------------ The Best Day Ever Day after day i hear you always on time you are you allow me to hear your wisdom and' oh! it is so sublime the green all around me , so genius greater than amarantine its beauty, its marvel, i tell you just the best day of my life! ------------------------------------ VOICES... this sounds all around me this VOICES... and i think that they're talking abou

This one's a classic. This one is one of my personal favorites. Found in " Imagenes de una Memoria Fotografica " under sweet #5. Here is " Casualty ". Casualty I’m an object of your affection I’m a subject for your infection I’m the illness in the world You the vaccine for my health. You’re victim of my feelings You’re the target of my heart You’re the point of my being I’m the “wannabe” in your life. I’m the shadow in the light I’m the breeze against your hair I’m the spirit of the night You’re the force that makes me stare. You’re the path I get to trace You’re the soul that lets me be You’re the sun against my face I’m just part of casualty.

___ Welcome. I'm Logan and this is part of an old life. " Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind " is the resultant of bringing together 3 large aspects of my past. First " Images from a Photographic Memory ", then " Melodic Rhymes from a Distorted Mind " and last " Artistic Development of the Self ". These are the three pillars that defina compilation of books [Book 1, 2, 3, Imagenes de una Memoria Fotografica , Mas Imagenes de una Memoria Fotografica , Imagenes Perdidas de una Memoria Fotografica , Artistic Development , Eyes Only, Prospects, Requiem International d'un Rêve , and other] written by me . ___ So that a new chapter can be opened, others have to be closed... or not? In this case it would be interesting to begin by saying that this will remain for a while and what better way than calling in one of the old ones. This poem was written a long time ago, belongs to the book " Mas Imagenes de una Memoria Fotografica "