abysmal interest

My kindest regards. Written with love and intention. Thank you for your support. - Cheyenne s Garcia

Well, another minute will pass and the time trickles from the hourglass... leading me to believe I am not on a time clock, but the material world will eventually bypass, and all things come to an end and the days will go and I will stop this by thinking myself into the wind, I will not get up I will not do this... 

alright, ok. Go and wildly dream a dream.

make no debate, the day will fade, and the hour is late. 

for, time ago we lived a life so sound. 

And the earth moves in time with the ground and the asphalt is tame and the man will not withstand another flaw. 

So, I won't see too it to become something other than this, I won't stay I won't mature or grow old in mist. I am everything and everything is me. 

I see too it to be, with or without the open air about me. And I hate this place. So, leave. 

and when the time exists in both perpetual levels and disappears like a ghost I won't cry, I won't try I will not bother to do anything about it, because I am a boat upon the horizon inside a capsule of glue grit and grey vast likeness. 

So goodbye. trouble is, I am a vanished disaster at bay and the way we danced and laughed and drunk on the wine and blind in the rye I will not bother to mention another surprise. So here is to life. 

A mysterious demise. I lose at this game; it is a losing game.

Dearly titled misled percepts and greatest regards. I am far too old and sad. So long lost abundant sea siren who sings a sorrowful tune to the b*****d tide at the midnight saloon.

Good grievous man with his chime, leave me leave me leave me high. So, the seasons shift and the manipulative abyss I am gone at once, never again to fever a late fame. 

The story is a manuscript of ever invading gayness and a manner of mind. To the person reading this, remorse not for this for time is soft safe and manic idea sparks her name which reminds me, damsel dame infamous and vain. Secrets will eventually make. And the soft toll of grace is lame. See you another day. Today tomorrow or anytime, just don't be late. 

- Cheyenne s Garcia 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Could not tell whether this one is philosophy or memoir or a combination of both. The impression is life has not been good to the speaker and the sooner it's all over, the better. As I take another look at it, this one has many of the elements of a suicide note.

[cheyenne s garcia]

Growth is a sort of reprieve from an everyday leisure. I enjoy the fluidity of words playing amongst a somber tune. She is very bright very spiritual and strong. She has seen Lifes true face. She is not a coward she is brave, and whimsical. All my love - Cheyenne S Garcia

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Cheyenne,

I enjoyed this journey into very personal moments of your life lived, loved, enjoyed, and somewhat distanced to part of the past, as you bravely endeavor to keep on keeping in that moment which is the how and of today, looking forward to tomorrows, whilst resolving yourself to never let go, always cling to precious, of those yesterdays that were the shining brightest times and moments of your wonderful life lived to the fullest, even in the worst of times ... Thank you for sharing a bit of yourself with me, dear lady!

Marve

[cheyenne s garcia]

Magical! Have a fabulous day my dearest. All my love - Cheyenne S Garcia

[Coyote Poetry]

You are correct my friend.
"The story is a manuscript of ever invading gayness and a manner of mind. To the person reading this, remorse not for this for time is soft safe and manic idea sparks her name which reminds me, damsel dame infamous and vain."
Our manuscript is being written. Brave people. Find place to dance and are fearless. Like Hemingway told us dear Cheyenne. Don't allow someone else to write your story. You must. Thank you dear friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[cheyenne s garcia]

How extraordinary it is to write something so abundant in color and specters. A vision of truth and of a kindled love and affection to each reader. Something to be proud of! Off to write another, All My Love - Cheyenne