I hold my hand over my heart
To contain all the amazing things, people, and emotions that crossed my path this year
To keep in all the love
all the energy
the kisses
the memories
the highs
and even the lows that proved to me I was still alive
the stories
the trips
the laughs
those good cries from times you thought your heart was so broke it would never get back together-(its still in one piece)

I've bowed my head down humbly and hoped for the best
In search of something bigger than myself
... And still my love of life never dies
I've left my tracks and I see new doors to head towards

I'm still here for a purpose. The older I get, the more I know why.

-M. Pena

LA NOCHE

La noche
rompe la piel delgada que me envuelve

Es mi desnudez
entonces absoluta

Si me tocas no voy a abrir los ojos
No voy a abrir jamás los labios
por no dejar que escape el beso
por no dejar que la noche se diluya

Guardo tus manos dentro de mi cuerpo
Guardo una caricia oscura de cada noche que se
ha abierto
sobre mi vientre abierto
sobre esta inevitablemente abierta desnudez

Bebo los nombres
los silencios que me tocan
cuando el tacto hace a la noche

Guardo tus dedos en mis venas
como guardo ortigas de otro aleteo nocturno
como guardo retratos en la lengua
Recojo celosa cada astilla de tu cuerpo
todos los caracoles de mis mareas soñadas
Me construyo dentro todo lo que se rompe
todo lo que dejas
cuando cierras persianas en mi rostro
para ser otra palabra de memoria

Guardo todos los vocablos
para la vista ajena que me mira sin recuerdo
para que me crea el cristal si digo que soy yo
la misma desnuda de la noche
que agota el amor en su boca.

ADRIANA DIAZ ENCISO (b. 1964)
POETA MEXICANA

My wounds are not self-inflicted

Disconnect is-

My insides spilling through the cracked sand.

My tears scratching through my breath.

Barren dust rolling through my veins.

Its pain.
Its a mind in spatial turmoil.
Its wordless.
Its heartless.
Its nameless.

- M. Pena

Perspective

Some people

Need to be fed a piece of humble pie.

-M. Peña

PEACE is not something you wish for;

It's something you make, Something you do, Something you are, And something you give away.

Peace is not the absence of conflict, its the ability to cope with it.

The Generations Art Show

Proof that Graffiti is still Super Dope.

I Love This!

My favorite- by Indie 184


Andrea Von Bujdoss-Dynamo

Andrea Von Bujdoss-The Fame Game

Taki 183- A legend in his own right. I think this piece was like $5K

La Gran Manzana-Tkid

Henry C.

another Indie Piece

Cope2

Tiki- Sex and Violence

other artists on display:

Deli 167, RESO, stayhigh 149, Comet, Mist, Delta2

Esta Mañana

Ore por ti.


La unica iglesia que necessito esta en mi corazon.
Velas encendidas en mi alma.
Calor entrando por los vitrales.
Cerre mis labios, pero mi voz se derramo
como agua en fuente.
De rodillas,
pedi sencillamente
y entrege mi secreto
....
en un Ave Maria.

-M. Peña

On Blast....

Your gaze use to blast the ridges of my uncertainty

to a smooth consistency

but I refuse to be crippled again;

recoiled into reticence

and so, I've grown a backbone

with words that stretch

long enough to slap the B.S. through your fingers

...you know

the kind that softly melted me in your bed

the kind that kept me in the rotation of your lies

submerged me in ridicule

I'm putting you on blast.
Because you're a bullshitter
and I'm done buying
your menacing degradation.

-M. Peña

Long rides home....
Keep me thinking
about you
about it
about this n that

dozing off
into the creases
of my book
and yet I haven't
read a word

aloof in sensibility
eyes glazed over
a day, a dream
is just what I need
to find you every time.

-M. Pena

I LOVE you enough to let you go
...I'm already Gone.