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A fleeting story

The tracks that cross paths, A face that briefly comes into focus. The subway cars that swivel, A face that briefly comes into view. The shakes and grooves of the inconsistent tracks, Sound screeching that murder the air. The stop that brings the train car to a halt, A semblance of beauty that is lost. For the minutes, eternity, That we stand there, Waiting for the rushing souls that come in and out. The tracks that take a curve, An amalgamation of female features come into sight. The subway car dancing Against the concrete walls, A face that takes control of my mind. But is it this face that takes hold, Or is it the memory of her? The tunnel that spans across, All the way until the end of the line. A new stop gets us by. A new swing that rattles us around. But then, The nameless face walks by. The unknown features escape my sight. The car marches on. And just like last night, Just like the last few years, All her beauty, And all her pleasure, All the pain, And all the fortune, All is left behind. -César A. Cedano-

I am a criminal, period.

I am a criminal. I flew away with your tears in my shoulder And the pieces of your heart, Broken, In the undeserving knots of my fingers. I am a criminal. I stole the words from your lips and the hope from your mind, As you professed your love and promised me a future, Kindness. My ears, and my heart, Shutting out all that would ever be. I am a criminal. I left you stranded, Alone, In the bitter cold of those Brooklyn streets. As cars ran by, And roamers stood by looking at your empty self. I am a criminal. I walked away, Alone, Running against the wind To the next train. Keeping from your mouth, The last kiss that we will never have. - César A. Cedano -

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On noise

- I - There will never be silence… ~ - II - Here in the loudest place: My mind is a fugitive, A sordid client of the inclement sound. This space: The one filled with humans, and nicks, and pops, and scratches. and subversive words said between friends, wives, lovers children, others. It is the space my mind is at its most serene. Here in the loudest place, my mind can focus: On the delicate carvings in a women’s face, the marks left by years of love, passion and struggle- On the thin lips that spurt words of memory and discontent, from one friend to another- On the cheeks that blush and tighten, lurking with the presence of love, from one lover to another- On the boots that walk and fall to the ground braving the bitter cold in the air- On the hands that wrap around, like ropes, to her future man. ~ - III - There will never be silence, And that is ok. Every minute of the day is covered by weaves, And ins, And outs. And shrills, And resonance And reverberations And vibrations And loudness. There will never be silence, And that is fine. Because in the depth of emptiness, The one that surrounds the evening, There are still beeps and cries, And moans, And shouts, And curses. Because in the vastness of the forest, There are still swooshes And cracks, And rattles. Because even the air has no silence, And even the water rattles, And that one, That one is out there and in here. That one I can’t escape and it defines Me, But surrounds Them. And for that: For the lack of loneliness in this modern world, Or the ancient world, There will never be silence. ~ -César A. Cedano-

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Gypsy of the Modern World

Read my eyes, Beautiful creature, Read my eyes. You, The one that sits across Full of intent and courage. Read my eyes, Electric being, Read my eyes. You, The one that stares back full of purpose and un-shamed. Just read my eyes.

What is it that you know And have found, Through the taciturn walk of life? What is the secret that your lips hold, And is left unsaid, Time and time again?

What is that force that sits, Ravenous, In the altar of your fingers? What is the murmur, Impatient, That wishes to lash out? Like an October storm to the eyes of our world, The eyes of my world?

Fold your cards, Restless woman. Look at me, And say... Say all the things you want to say, Scream all the words you want to scream. Hold no earth unshaken with that steely look of yours, The one that freezes them, And freezes me, In the vastness of the every day.

Keep no word captive, In the vastness of your lips. Hold no gaze captive, In the deepness of your eyes. Restrict no embrace captive, In the strength of your arms. Be free and roam. Expand the universe, Of all, Please come expand the universe, Of them, Please come expand the universe... Of me.

-César A. Cedano-

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Binge

A sweet heat,

The one that rises from the insides of me. It feels like death is just a taunt An eternity, A game. It feels like sands that flow, Non-stop. Winds in, Or winds out. The howling scream that comes from inside my lungs. Thinking of the same future, The same past. But the liquid that wants my blood. Calls the insides of me: home, It takes no prisoners, But it takes all souls.

My mind does not know absurdity from clarity. Reality from farce. This instance, Where it all fails to keep me grounded, I taunt with outside stimulants. Those that make my words clearer But everything else falls dark.

-César A. Cedano-

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Derive 4: Summer fest

You feel the grass between your fingers,

You feel the grass between your fingers, Grab it in...tight, feeling its wet warmth A girl with a bow tattoo in her tail bone stands in front of me Looking bemuse, un-intendedly beautiful. The smell of clove and cinnamon fills the air, and the sound barrier is broken by the slamming of drums. Meanwhile, A girl with a gold and silver tattoo, resuming tribal signs of the Northeast, dances while hugging the floor, Guitar rifts traveling across my ear drums, deafening the sound of my own solitude.

A wise woman sits next to me, Looking ravenous with her hair all pulled down, Caressing the shape of her face, the extent of herself.

-César A. Cedano-

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The terror in her

You fear a memory that does not exist, A blanketed flock of blonde hair That once was. You fear a sentiment that has come And gone. You fear a woman that no longer exists; A wretched past That I gladly left behind. Many winters were spent In the coldness of Western New York, Yearning for loving, Cursing at the duvet covers That gave me warmth at night. Because years in and years out, The love was not in her. She was not the warmth at night, Or the sparkle of my Christmas light, Or the passion that my breath requested. All the winters that come, With the slow fall of the snow, Will be covered By the large warmth Of your small, beautiful, body. All the summers that come, With the slow rising of the sun, Will be welcomed With your warming smile. So come back from the window, And don't fear the mention of a name, Don't fear a story Or a gift, Or a portion of immaterial life, Because, All the happiness and all the sparkles Live in you.

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A Happy New Year and some fluffy snow on the ground. Finally time to get the snowboard ready. #winterbuf (at Beautiful Allentown)

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With choice

The yearning sensation of loss fills the spectrum in the air Like a balancing act, destiny churns tacitly, Events that are no longer yours but are at someone else's grasp. A powerless creature? You are left ambivalent hanging by the wings of mercy speaking in tongues, Angry at the unwieldy transparency of fate, The lack of transparency of humans: Vicious creatures that play with your future, And others, Like leaves of grass in a field, Plucking them out at the first signs of winter. But, You are no powerless creature, You are no child of mercy, No leaf in a field. You are, and should be, A warrior that speaks truth with a relentless tongue. The one that holds accountable, With the mighty spear of principle, That sickening wave of lies that sweeps you, Me, And all others. Marching on, Day by day, Night by night. Stand fiercely, Look at cowardice and avarice in the eye, And trust the sheer force of your belief into the black hole that is their heart, Pursue happiness with unrestrained desire and keep your shoulders pose to the uncompromising pursuit of choice. Remember, You are no powerless creature, You are no child of mercy, No leaf in a field. You are the strongest human, When you hold the accountability of your decisions and realize, That no regrets where placed in the prose that left your lips, No ambivalence was trust at the air, And that you stood your ground, Like a warrior with choice.

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Happy New Year 2016! May this year bring everyone lots of love, happiness and peace! Thanks for all the likes! #2015bestnine🌟

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#throwbackthursday exploring the crazy #bambooforests of Maui. One of the coolest #hiking adventures I have done. #ilovenature ##hikingaddicts (at Bamboo Forest)

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