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La Poderosa III: August 2011
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Inspiring Change through Radical Rhetoric, Art and Civil Action! Thursday, August 4, 2011. The PS.A. Project. The Public Service Announcement Project. Advertising Brainwave Stimulation using Guerilla Art Methodology. Available at your neighbourhood friendly wall! Warning, may provoke paradigm shift. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Who is La Poderosa III? San Ignacio, Cayo, Belize. View my complete profile. La Voz del Tiempo. La Poderosa III on Youtube. Help Support the Revolution! The PS.A. Project.
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La Poderosa III: La Voz Latina de Belice
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Inspiring Change through Radical Rhetoric, Art and Civil Action! Thursday, March 31, 2011. La Voz Latina de Belice. On March 30th, 2011, the University of Belize held its fifth annual latin American Symposium, La Voz Latina de Belice. Among the delegates and invited guests were Erwin "Guti" Contreras and José V. Guerra Awe of la Poderosa III. Erwin performed two original pieces. His first piece was love themed "Mariposa," and the second was the socially charged piece "Las Vozes del Silencio.".
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Back-a-Bush Philosophy: Somewhere In Between
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Th[INK] With Your INK! Monday, April 25, 2011. Tonight someone took a break from the. Doom and gloom on the nightly news, took. One last sip of coffee, and. Strolled across town to see the house he grew up in. Nothing was different, except the. New fence, the. Family now living in it. But it was still the same old wooden house;. And as nostalgia settled in. And tears rolled down his face,. Tonight a stranger’s day was brightened. With nothing but a. Look and a smile. Forget where we are,. Who is near and.
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Back-a-Bush Philosophy: Haiku for a Gloomy Day
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Th[INK] With Your INK! Tuesday, October 11, 2011. Haiku for a Gloomy Day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). La Poderosa III Presents:. Who Is José V. Guerra-Awe? I am a Man, a Son, a Brother, an Uncle, a Friend, a Speaker, a Listener, a Writer, a Poet, a Chef, an Athlete, an Artist, a Philosopher, a Music Connoisseur, a Gardener, a Beach Bum, a Dancer, a Photographer, a Singer, an Environmentalist, a Caring, Loving, Real Person! La Poderosa III - Visionary Archive. La Poderosa III Home.
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Doppelgänger: Lately
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The Stranger in the Mirror. Tuesday, December 20, 2011. The shadow is on me,. Weighing on my lids. Blank stares, iris cold. Limbs emaciated and dead. I crave nothing but. Overcast covers dreaded smiles. Of golden sunlight,. Bitter winds know best. How to keep my stride. I lie damned, sinking. Deeper into black water. Feet still not touching the bottom. With little hopes of getting back to the top. 169; Antonio Beardall. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). La Poderosa III Presents:. La Poderosa III Home.
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Eclipse: December 2010
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Can you hear the thunder of my soul? Tuesday, December 7, 2010. Strip me with your glare. I don’t care. I transform with time. The depth of soul. Can never be destroyed. By each dying second. I may no longer wait for suns to rise. Or love to come. But of my existence,. I forever remain mystified. Could, Would, Should have been. With hope that in time. I no longer deny my worth. 169; Viviana Plasman. This room I once knew now echoes with silence. Memories linger in this confinement. Empty faces I avoid.
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Doppelgänger: Currently
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The Stranger in the Mirror. Tuesday, December 20, 2011. The fire in ice. For one night’s rest. I watched you suffer,. That became your soul. I felt me suffer,. Your ghosts were real,. And danced with your demons. Until they became mine. Adding to my menagerie. Your flight in panic. Left me with wonder. Endless questions to plague. A mind already tortured. And heart again broken. 169; Antonio Beardall. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). La Poderosa III Presents:. Who is Antonio Beardall? La Voz del Tiempo.
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Eclipse: March 2011
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Can you hear the thunder of my soul? Wednesday, March 9, 2011. Brought the sun, hell and all that burns. To break the noose around my neck. To unchain my undying soul. To rid me of delirium. Don’t you know? I want to choke. And gasp till there's no air. Asphyxiate till every vein runs dry. And suffocate until every atom dies. Just to feel alive. On the verge of demise. And breathe life into me. As if I asked. To destroy my façade. Yet, you nurture. And lull me to slumber. I cock a pistol. Eyes of a hunter.
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Back-a-Bush Philosophy: Driftwood
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Th[INK] With Your INK! Thursday, April 21, 2011. Longing for the sturdiness. I am a wandering driftwood. Commanded by the tides. I willingly succumb to the. Constant ebb and flow. The rise and fall. The might of crashing waves. Tempests often change my course. Reefs impede my navigation. Resolute and enduring,. I am humbled by the depth. Of the oceans everlasting wisdom. Awakened by the setting sun. I await the guidance. Of the loyal stars. Hunger for the coast. I’m content to be. La Poderosa III Home.
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Back-a-Bush Philosophy: Nimbus
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Th[INK] With Your INK! Tuesday, April 12, 2011. It rises from beyond. The mountains adorning the horizon. Reminiscent of childhood memories. Dragons, giant turtles, pirate ships. Futilely I attempt to decode. Recollection of a moment past? This language fell victim to attrition. Along with milk teeth. In lieu of this. Of this nimbus omen. But I was not meant to understand. Left only to admire. Into its true form. It looks like rain. 169; José V. Guerra Awe. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Would you l...
