Defied Perspective

By Roberto Rodriguez

To defying the modern look of perspective.
May you crumble at the integrity of my words.

may you fall before its expansion of understanding.
may it gift you a sense of realization.
may it point your ways to righteousness.

may it teach you to consider and may it teach you to forgive.

I hope this teaches you to live.
I hope this teaches you to die.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781664139183

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Rev. date: 10/31/2020

Contents

Beauty Underneath

Return Policy

Flower Girl

Temporary Visit

Toxic Choice

Conscious Lies

Fragments of Beauty

Deciphered Decisions

Innocent Scars

Vengeful Collision

Minimal Waste

Today

Can’t Help It

Remembrance

Rejected Plasticity

Future Burial

Failure to Progress

Gangrene

Self-Liberation

Currency of the Living

The Wrongdoer

Post-traumatic Change

Domestic Danger

Empty Plastic Bag

Loan Shark

Past Enforcement

Complex Asshole

Low-Budget Impostor

Candy Trail

Weaponized Madness

Birth Like Tiger, Death Like Zebra

Goddesses Among Men

Pineapple Juice

Chaotic Charm

Barely Saved

Emotional Endurance

Walking Contradiction

Lost Dog

Denied Taste

Hilarious

Love Representative

Awakening Touch

Ask the Nation

Foolish Change

Wasted Love

Kill Night

Unjust Equity

Final Say

Under Control

Improvised Subject

Twice on One

Visible Intentions

Lost Wanderer

Survival Tactic

Given Solution

Waiting between Realities

Bartender

Senseless Logic

Borrowed Beauty

Dream Rental

Prideful Responsibility

Cycle of Stupidity

Legacy Defies Death

Stuck on Pause

Demanded Lifestyle

Identity Theft

Unwanted Termination

Wasted Tears

Child’s Play

Addiction

Silent Response

Between Neck and Body

Request to Belong

Nebula

Collector

Value of an Oath

Plastic Future

Unbothered Transformation

Wrong Key

Redirected Shipment

Wrong of the Rights

Empty Handed

Fault of the Broken

Deceiving Waters

Letter to the broken

For Me, Below Me

Hello, Old Friend

Until

Calibration Record

Blaming the Nurturer

Magnificent Ignorance

Fit You?

Application

Overlooked Steps

La Decepcion despues del Cuchillo

Waiting for Fictitious Love

Courtesy of Love

Man of little Faith

Freedom of Life

Living 101

Strings of Fumes

Desperate Times

Minority Swallows Majority

Legal Allowance

Oblivious Actions

Mark of Indifference

Correct Way of Enjoyment

The Battle Against One

WWL

Sisyphean Efforts

Deformed Scale

Paradise of Coronation

It’s a Trap, but You Knew This

House of Memories

Lost Devil

Night of Darkness

Hanging Kite

A Block to a Writer

A Promise to the Unborn

Pure Innocence

Millennial Kiss

Convict on the run

Gravity

Regret

Submerged Dilemma

GPS Says five Minutes

Wrong Claim

Prisoner of Cause

Awaited Perspective

Professional Thief

Required Interference

Wasted Beauty

Song of Solomon

Something that won’t.

Smiling World

Sprinkled Snow

Everlasting Recognition

Orange

Undeniable Persona

Purified Inspiration

Palm-Sized Pill

Intentional Teaching

Subway Sandwich

Coward Man

Empty Mag

Bad Read

Occupied Space

Without Hesitation

Healing Process

Colchon Meado

Phoenix

Self-Reserved

Claws

Double-Edged Treason

Doctor’s Orders

Shallow End

Lemon Squeeze

Unwanted Guest

Placebo

Christian Murderer

Unspoken Words

Empty Investment

Shape-shifter

Words of the Soul

How It Should Be

Lockmaster

Healing Cargo

Clear Conscience

Idea

Current Measurement of Time

Structural Enjoyment

Unreachable Justice

A Hundred Flying Souls

Rejected Danger

Beauty of Human Nature

Decided Knowledge

Declined Efforts

Plain Fall

Featherless

Nemesis

Molding Tomorrow

Abyss of Passion

Tragedy

Charming Criminal

Theme Song

Appreciation

Death by the Architect

Perfect Crime

Canella-Scented Car

Pupils of Love

Sketch Artist

Excuse for Sense

Unnecessary Negativity

Forest of Cement

Embarrassment to Human Nature

Guest Under the floor

Stargazing

History Says

Ultimate Rip-off

Streaks of Development

Lucky Day

Half-Assed Project

My Demons

Eternal Forever

Twisted Need

Righteous Man

Divergent Path

Good Quality, Bad Example

Million-Dollar Question

Deserved Pleasure

Colorless Shape

Itching for Ink and Paper

Demanding Eyes

Necessary Desire

Four-Letter Word

Lesson from the Timeline

Warmth

Humble Aid

Ordinary Fantasy

Unfortunate Soul

Wrinkled Mountains

Karats of Appreciation

Why

Simple as That

Destructive Healer

Opportunist

Underwater Experience

Vision to the Blind Man

The Meeting

Undeserving Culmination

Beauty Underneath

Looking out into the beauty of this world.

I question the purpose of its creation.

Why create something so immense to

take away the opportunity to enjoy it?

Like making a lock without a key.

Why make great heights when we could fall?

Why make great masses of water

when we could drown?

Why make physical beauty when it ages?

Perhaps the universe was made before us as humans failed.

The steadfast cold sneaks in before nightfall arrives,

the heat of the day disappears without warning.

The sun still shines, the birds still sing and

the sky has not fallen.

It’s been far too long since I asked myself,

How can this world be dead when it looks so alive?

Looking out into the memories this life has given me

I question the purpose of their creation.

Why love when it ends?

Like building a house that would later collapse.

Why make truths when they just create lies?

Why make lies when they push away the truth? Why feel when we know death is never really far

away?

Perhaps the finale of our lives is what makes us accountable for everything that has been done in it.

Perhaps we pay off our mistakes and debts with death. Perhaps there is no way to pay off the debt

owed to myself

My feet still walk; my mouth still speaks, and my hands still move.

It’s been far too long since I have asked myself, How can I be dead when I feel so alive?

Return Policy

Let me calculate.

You gave him everything you could give.

So in return, what did he give you?

Pain, lies, heartache, disappointment.

Should I continue?

Don’t misread my words.

You are a volcanic force of nature.

But you are a shit businesswoman.

Flower Girl

Like a flower she had sworn an oath

to blossom into the person her heart desired to be, not the one this world creates.

Her heart lies out there as a presentation of beauty to blind eyes,

as a representation of her growth to the ones too busy to see.

As a representation of the difficulties her heart

had endured up to that point … and the ones it will in the future.

she’s a survival of the bad times and a

leader of the good ones.

Temporary Visit

Yesterday I turned around and she was there.

Unexpectedly she visited the person I was.

I wanted to feel her Presence a while longer.

I wish she had stayed.

Her temporary visit gets shorter with time.

When will she wander my streets again? When can her Presence light up my dark days?

Again

She is a feeling of great

satisfaction and contentment. (she is happiness)

When can she block those gray memories again?

She is allergic to stress and opposite to sadness.

When can she stitch up these bleeding scars?

When can she remind me what I wish I reminded myself?

No matter how many times she leaves,

I long for her arrival.

No matter how many times she comes

I long for a longer stay.

No matter which way I try, temporarily is

the only way she could be bought.

Yesterday I turned around and she was there.

Today I turned around … and she was gone

Toxic Choice

I’d ask what it is about him, but I can’t

ask a question when the answer rests in my knowledge.

He is a bucket for the tears he makes you shed.

Destroys you to rebuild you … and you love that rebuilding process.

He is a torch in the darkness when you are

a beacon of bright light.

He is the stairs when you have elevators

I am glad you found someone who distracts you from loving yourself.

I am glad you chose that lesson over this certainty.

Conscious Lies

The conscious betrayal of trust.

Those lies.

The ones known to be true.

The ones believed with defensiveness attack the outright truth.

They are lube to pain.

Those lies.

They reveal the truth under by their sounds of sorrow.

Forced to be believed because its obliviousness

causes an intolerable amount of pain.

Those lies burn bridges

that have not been built yet.

They run a track of devastation.

They leave a scar that becomes a companion.

If you can’t overcome it, welcome it.

Only way peace is maintained.

The tables could have turned the opposite way.

We could have stood on the other side of the line.

All this devastation and adaptation,

is it worth it?

Is it worth one conscious lie?

Fragments of Beauty

Beauty is in the perspective of the observer.

Find things to love in everything you hate.

Things to hate in everything you love.

Beauty is in the heart of the broken.

Find the ripest fruit among all the rotten ones.

Find one beautiful flower among all the dead ones.

Little fragments of beauty don’t overweigh

the Infinite amount of ugliness.

Unless you want them to.

Reasonable rules were never written.

So, they mustn’t be followed.

Life has never been fair.

Means neither of us has to be.

Deciphered Decisions

"Let them do what they will.

Let them buy you a house.

Let them find love for you.

Let them try to find what’s best