forbidden fruit

Forbidden = Enchanting 

Dangerous = Openminded 

Mysterious = Beautiful

There are hundreds of ways to describe it. 
What it is, what it was. What it could have been.
Most tend to only believe the world can only be one. Nothing is certain. I am not certain and am not defined by one thing

What Am I to You? 

If I am so forbidden, how is it I managed to enchant you with who I was. 

With everything I was.

Why am I Dangerous? Is that fact that I was so openminded dangerous to you, or to those around you? To all the answers you had in the world, or maybe I was dangerous because there s a chance I could be right?

You called my mystery a beauty, do you regret it? Did you lie to me?

I'm sorry if my world might have been a little too much for you, you couldn't understand. I couldn't expect you to understand. Nor would I wish that you did understand, that would mean you would have had to suffer the way I did. 

But you couldn't even start to see the light that shines in my eyes. The beauty that I see in every mystery. To take on the dangers that an open mind brings. You questioned how I could take on that risk knowing that theres a strong possibility I could be wrong. 

I can only tell you, that it was just who I was.

The forbidden is a part of me. That's what enchanted you in the first place right? 

I'm more than the fruit you can't bite into. I'm not simply an impulse to fill your temporary desires. 

You'll soon realize that in someone else, but it'll be too late by then. You'll see the reasons to why I am the way I am, but I won't be there to console you. 

Colors

Pink or Blue
One or the other
I feel like I'm both
Sometimes I'm pink and blue
Sometimes I'm just pink.
Sometimes I'm just blue.
On certain days I feel pink,
But there's still a bit of blue.
Other times I think I'm blue,
then out of nowhere pink pops in.
I'm one or the other for sure
How much and when,
I can never be sure of.
But let me be pink when I want to
Let me be blue when I want to
Let me be pink with a dash of blue
You can see me however you want
But let me be
Pink, Blue, sometimes Purple too

From one Artist to Another

My Love, 

I miss you. I know you tell you this thousands of times, but you don't understand just how much I miss you. Hopefully, you'll come home soon 
You ask me to come back with you to America, but I cannot. You above anything or anyone are my one true home. But when we spent that summer in New York, you were not my home. You were different. The kindness in your eyes and the warmth in your heart was not the same as it is when you are in Mexico, with me. 
Maybe it's the people there. I know those artists, as the call themselves, have a tendency to to pull and take. They change you. You are not the same man I met many years ago when you are with them. In Mexico I met a stubborn man who had great passion for creating art that satisfied him, and him only. Now all I see is a man who works for Money instead of working parque su alma lo demanda. It used to be about the hard work and the pride, now it's for these silly pieces of paper and people who care nothing about who we are and where we come from.
Come home, regresa a tú tierra. Feel the dirt under your feet and the sun on your back. We can argue and yell with each other all you want. But we'll paint all the madness created from our chaotic love. Come be my home again, even if you don't need me as much as I need you. For at least the little bit of you that you do need, is a bit that brings out some of the best in you. That neither you or I could ever deny. 

Forever Yours , 
F.K.R

Faith

We must wait, they say
We must be patient, they say
They say we must trust in what we know

You are told to have faith
You are told that when all else fails, God will always be there
God has a plan for everyone
Why do some of his plans seem shitty

I wait every day and night
Patiently and trusting that good will come
I think I know that he's watching over us

But I can only think, I can't know
That's the scariest thing for me
Not knowing is my one weakness
Not knowing has too much of a risk

Wait, be patient, trust
Have faith, God will be there
He has a plan for everyone

Bad things happen to good people
How could God want that?
Bad people have so much power
How could God want that?

Is it even his doing?
Is he even there?
Are we even worth saving?

Maybe that's the real truth
The truth that we’re all too scared to believe
We’re not worth it
Why should God waste his time on us?

We can only hope we're good enough
We trust that there's someone out there
We have faith that someone will save us

Maybe God wants us to save ourselves

Not So Average Tuesday Shift

He walks in and right away catches my attention.

Dark hair peeking out of his hat.
Smooth face, nicely shaved.
Soft smile and kind eyes.
He has pale skin, and a couple of freckles
Adorable
He's not the tallest, but not short.
But hey, who am I to complain about height

I have to take his order, it's my job.

I walk up to him as I normally would
I try not to blush. But fail, stupidly.
I make a mental note to remember his name.
My coworker and I share giggles as I walk back to the kitchen.
I knew she and a couple of the cooks were watching me through the window
She encourages me to give him my number
But I'm too scared

He's athletic. The muscles on his arms show nicely though his tight shirt
He has a cool mystery to his presence.
Maybe it's the smirk on his lips, or the two piercings on his left ear.
Or maybe it's the fact that he's wearing all black.

Very intimidating

I pack up his food as calmly as possible.
I try to avoid eye contact.
You know playing casual/hard to get a bit
While I'm putting the napkins in his to go bag I slip in a small piece of paper

I walk smoothly over to him and hand him the bag,
 “thank you for coming, have a nice day.” I said to him as I would to any other customer.

And he's gone

“Did you give him your number ! ?” My coworker eagerly asks me barely controlling her excitement.

I laugh at her reaction
"Yup. Now I wait.”

Wow, what a Tuesday.

ABC

An old man sits at the bar
Bartenders make drinks and pass out beers
Coronas to be spesfic
Dinner rush has yet to begin
Enter an old scary boss
Fuck
Grey hairs appear on his side burns
Hairs are constantly getting thinniner
I don't think I've ever seen such a shinny head
Just remember to stay on his good side
Knowing him, he'll make you cry without even trying
Look right above his eyes, and get back to work
More customers come, but all at once
None of them care that it's too busy
Or the fact that there is literally no space to seat them
People can be asses
Quickly pull on a smile and try not to upset the customer
Remember the customer is always right
Servers are running around like ants
Take their order table by table, keep moving
Usually tables leave after eating, but some like to stay hours after
Very few leave their table in decent condition
Well it's the Busters problem to deal with mess
X. Screw it,  I just worked a seven hour shift, I'm tired.
Yay the days done !
Zero tips, typical night

Routine

Every morning he wakes up to the same bird chirping outside his window.
Every morning he rises off the right side of his bed, and he stretches his left arm first.

On Mondays breakfast must be two eggs, a glass of orange juice, and one strip of bacon.
On Mondays after he's had breakfast he might take a pudding cup with him for later’s lunch. That is if he's in a good mood.
Though often the pudding stays in the pantry.

Dinner is different. Dinner can be anything he wants and doesn't have to worry about precautions.

Only if it isn't a Friday.
Friday dinners are very important. They're special. Every Friday night he sets a neat and simple table. Plated for two and a single lit candle in the middle.
He spends the whole day preparing homemade pasta and sauce for Fridays dinner.

Every Friday he sets a table for two, and enjoys a lovely meal for one.

Each night he tucks himself under the covers on the right side of the bed.
He lays his hand the pillow on the left side and closes his eyes.
Each night right before he falls asleep he takes ten  slow deep breaths.

A small smile settles on his face and a new day awaits.