Master Isa (Jesus) said once, “let he who is without sin cast the first stone.” I laugh when I see so many act like they’re clean when you have five baby mothers, cheating on wives and husbands, dead beat fathers who haven’t taken care of their own kids. Liars that truly believe their own BS, ego centric a**holes that think people like them, while in reality you’re hated. Stop hiding behind the veil and be accountable! Set yourself free from the pile of lies that way you down! #realtalk
Author: garciaaxel dot-org
Author of seven poetry books: In Life And Love, Through Different Eyes (Poetic Verses), Poems of Renewal, Poetics, Redeemed, The Long Journey and God is in the Details. Drummer, Poet.
Eden in Misery
There’s this darkened cloud above your words
This empty shadow that lurks behind your promise
Your lips gravitate into smirks as you whisper in my ear
Oh darling, I hear the poison rising in your tongue
The muscle tense in the strikers attack pose you know well
Pouncing on innocent lovers
Devouring with reckless abandon
I still want to hold you
Let me taste my blood off your mouth
As we both savor what’s left of me
Rain falls whisk me away
To drown in that lake
Where once I held you
And where once I knew Eden in misery
This Moment
In this Moment
I breathe and accept
The possibility in the impossible
The beginning that is death
The ending in believing we know
The illusion in control
The empty gesture in the ritual
The pleasure in the pain
The tears in the laughter
The joy in forgiveness
The sorrow in holding hatred
The arrow of words thrown frivolously
The target I become in sharing my world
The vulnerability in creating
The immense power of loving
The cowardice in hiding
The sadness in loneliness
This right here
That right there
The opposite of now
The reciprocal of the sum
The winter and the sun
The father and the son
In this moment
I cry knowing the connection
The cycle of birth and rebirth
We are this
We were that
Forever in this moment
copyright ©Axel Garcia
Downtown Train
Downtown Train
For hours I have anticipated catching you
Looking up departure times online
I find myself drifting with the hopes of where you will take me
I know our ride always ends quick
Far too fast for me to savor the movements we partake of
Stop after stop flies by like a blur
Leaving imprints behind
Your doors shut abruptly over and over
As if you were a scorned lover
Light and dark track your shadows constantly
In and out of tunnels we go
Bridges we cross and wave goodbye
I don’t dare drown you out with earphones filled with music
The roaring of your motions plays like a melody in my ears
How perfect this affair we carry
Where screeching and passionate collide
You bring me to my stop with furious precision
Cold like you slam shut the doors to your warmth inside
And time after time I find myself standing out in the cold
Surprised to feel sad and satisfied at the same time
I watch you run from me
To the next destination
How you remind me of my past lovers
My downtown train…
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Snapshot
For a little while I felt you
Warm kisses like sunlit spring afternoons
I realized you were attainable
That for a moment you appeared before me
Dressed in the stars of heaven
Brightly you bought a smile to my frowned lips
I didn’t need to reminisce
When I held you
Pocketful of beach sand
I squeezed til there was no more
And then it came
The snapshot of yesterday
The vivid clamor of hurts
I withdrew into the habitual
Pointed fingers back at you
And didn’t want to accept
That such a thing be true
And that it could be you
For a little while I felt you
And it’s all I will ever need
copyright ©Axel Garcia
I Pray For You
I pray for you, I do
As I let you go
For these chains built around my wrists squeezed so hard that it became veins
The ones that pumped life into its dysfunction
To the point of consumption
I gasped for air when I pulled you off
Umbilical like you clung for life
And I fed its survival
Til the blood that trickled down my fists blended with the flush on my face
How I pray to erase the memory
The sickening punch in my gut
That hunches my back forward
I still pray for you, I do
That the madness subsides in your mental
Think of what we had as experimental
And scientifically give theory
To others who entertain your thoughts
Drag my name through dirts not yet walked on
And leave footprints on them to recall your steps
Because this road you’ve travelled many times
And shall again… And again
Still I pray for you, I do
No need to delve in the voodoo
No animals to bleed on my altar
I was the sacrifice
I bore your punishment
Crucified I still pray for you, I do
That you may find a semblance of peace…
Not just a piece, the way you seek
Maybe I’ll pray for him
The one who falls victim
To your every whim
Nonetheless
I pray for you… I do….
copyright ©Axel Garcia
Quotes
Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat. ~ Anais Nin
And with that I start my new life, and brush off the old.
2015
The last two years have truly been filled with loss and gains. Above all I miss you pop, may you be resting at the side of the Almighty. And this year didn’t want to let go until it hit me with flu like symptoms and a sinus infection… But I am here with arms wide open saying, Bring on a new year, a new life, and greater things to come. 2015 here I come, watch out now!!!!
Rise
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son
Whether truth or conundrum
I am left in awe of this vision
You see she has taught me the meaning of love
With every tear I cried
With all its sweet suffering
I sacrificed my body for this
I bled the dust from which I was created
To appease your appetite
And yet she turned it around
And said it wasn’t enough
Empty I stood at her door
With the garbage bags that rival santas gifts
I have nothing more to give
This well of plenty dried up
And now seeks new holes to dig
Let me start this quest to bleed again
And carry crosses for the next
For the lamb I am
Bury me and I to shall rise
I to shall rise…
copyright ©Axel Garcia
Comite Noviembre’s 9th Annual Puerto Rican Artisan Fair and 3rd Annual Puerto Rican Authors Book Expo.
This Saturday I will be at Hostos Community College, come through for some culture and love.
Axel Garcia 