Alfonso Madrid Jr.

I am awake but yet in a surreal state of confusion, clear to the reality I guess... in denial.  I come across evidence disguised in kindness.  Setting up shelter where ever the sun shines the most... and so on.  Though sacrifices were received as cold dishes, never an inch of gratitude, but yet an eighteen wheeler of unsettled baggage with no plans to be cared for.  Regardless and considering the obvious I move forward.  illiterate, to whats not mine or not meant for me, for I still have beast senses to where I recognize the unrecognizable, And see right through the fugazi.  I also stop and wonder, would it be me to change this disturbing choice? I must decide.

Border Patrol: Are you American or CHILEAN? Me:  ChileanAmerican, my Parents are from chile, I was born in the united states of america. BP: YOUR PASSPORT BLUE? Me: yes BP: YOUR AMERICAN. Me: what happens to chile? BP: IT'S THERE, BUT IT'S NOT Me: wtf, what do u mean? BP: IT IS WHAT IT IS. Me: So what hapeens when i am over there? BP: OVER WHERE? Me: INFUCKING CHILE. BP: YOUR AN AMERICAN IN chile. Me: fuk u! BP: WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM? Me: Vo Po jueon!

                                                                  A morning of calm and meditation, translucent imagination, Melodies of everywhere, inhaling wisdom exposed to those that search, a lifetime of consistent repetition, an energy carried on forever, I mold and teach as I future my endeavors, I sit upon a bridge of many cycles, all directions can lead to the same destination with the same vision. walk upon soles that hug the gravel no matter how rough the terrain. A second of a glance,  the mental image of the highest point. ifoundsoul2013