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!!!!
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.
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.
The Flower
I don’t want the flower
Give me the fragrance of you
Blossom from my kiss
Grow with my gaze on your body
Oh let me touch your texture
Tenderly my hands tremble
I long to reverse the withering of your petals
And inhale your aroma eternally
No do not give me the flower
When your lips have sprung life into my soul
If I should bleed from a thorn of thee
Let it be
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This…
I blow with fury
Til the red in my face leaks blood
Trying as I might, to make you understand… Me
Recalling childhood demons that reside under my bed
Sheets being my force field against,
I want to cover myself head to toe from your onslaught
I stare into eyes emptier than a poor mans change cup
I ask.. Why is the game prominent in your version of love?
Does its pleasures exceed my lovemaking?
Is my tongue not long enough to please in comparison?
I am left dumbfounded, bewildered at the extent of your cold,
Even as you reach out to touch my hand with your shriveled empathy,
I shiver with its frozen gesture
Sorry but these words had to be birthed
For to encase them my angered ways would burst
Into the million pieces you killed from this love… This love…
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Puerto Rican Book Expo
The Lovers’ Game
Tell me how much you love me
How I’m the love of your life
That the mention of my name makes you quiver in places sacred
Sing to me that God created you for me
Whisper in my ears that you have always been mine
That the things you do you’ve only done with me
Make me feel special
You know … Lie to me
Tell me you can’t breathe without me
Or that you don’t want to live without me
And when I bump into you years later and you’re still breathing I’ll understand it was just, you know… Words people say to each other…
Such is the game of love
You taught me well
copyright ©Axel Garcia
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