Brian Arguello

Until my dying day
Or until I desecrate the soul
For they are nearly the same
As long as the blood rushes through my veins
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I apologize
My eyes
They gravitated from my paper to her thighs as she passed by
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Lets all play the song of Plato!
Dance beneath the golden halo!
Dabble in chance and dance the Plato dance!
Go long, carry your country atop of your back
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Time ago, all your steps were taken with certainty.
The star strived for, strived toward,
Grew warmer and warmer.
Even in rain or in clouds.
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And why is it when he share a glance,
your half turns astray?
Towards the way where heart wishes to be?
True, he hopes only
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So things wouldn't have It be.
The world and all the storm clouds and all the rain wouldnt have it be.
Neither you or I.
When all I kept from you was what I should have given,
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Tense is my breath because we know
That when this stops
When the echoed voice ceases
The laugh, the fear, the banter, all burdened by silence
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Miles from the shoreline, I sit idly
The Pacific soothes all moon, sun, sand, and sea creatures alike
Time does not comfort a hungry heart
Not that abysmal ocean without tide and without current
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My diverted eyes forget the clocks.
Like a black top - outlined in chalk -
The sky has figures and stories that linger.
I'm tempted to reach to point out each with my little finger.
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What in you do my efforts fail to fill is a tomb of solid steel.
A lack of this.
A stunt of that.
On my back the burden of question and meager guess of answer,
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Even with you
This night seems dead
Thoughts
Heavy lead
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I'd be a fool not to recognize you
In every crowd that passes me by
In every cloud of unknown faces
I'd be not a man
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These gems
With the world behind them
Do not belong here
You do not belong here
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They scatter allusively then gather once more in a flock.
Lady Fortune's wheel spins and spins;
She scoffs and mocks and grins.
Fate is dead.
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He rose as dawn,
With his ambition to flaunt,
But in a flash he fell.
Though with a splash to tell
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Not spicy
But sweet
But an ant's feat
Enrich me
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All the ants
Scurring in anxst
With their pencils
With their tickets
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As a boy
My view of the world
Was an orange tree
It was beautifully fragrant
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Hit by an avalanche of awe
He stands there
Staring at her gold and brown hair
His eyes move
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My insperation flows
It comes
It grows and grows
And then it goes
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