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Scripture
Tell me
You’ll pray with me
That God will be first in all we do
And when you see me on my knees
Thankful in tears
That you’ll join beside me
Bow your head as I do
Whisper sweet nothings
In my creators ears
Where it becomes everything
And from there
Our love can blossom
With the promise of today
Tomorrow
What was
washed away
As his hands touch ours
This will be our courting season
Not Netflix and chill
But Scripture and prayers
Tell me this is you
And every mistake before you
Shall be erased
Tell me
My Seminary CLI
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Redeemed
There is no religion
Words and dogmas will always fall short
Books can be burned
Erased
Used for selfish gain
Rituals designed by he who holds authority
Only disguise your lack of knowledge
No need to chant incessant sounds
Nor prostrate into various forms
Repeating syllables over and over won’t do
Even music falls short
I can sing forever
And dance in place
All this just a work out of the body
Can bleed out animal after animal
On hand made idols
Babble language, speak in tongues
It all fails
Before the one who gave it all
Neither Church walls
Nor Mosque floors
Monk postures
Will suffice
All that we can build crumbles
All that we own isn’t ours
When 10 out of 10 people die
There’s only one escape
One promise
Of which none other can make
No other dogma can assure
I will put my trust in him
Who gave to me and didn’t demand in return
For he loves me so
Let all those around me depart
Let them think me crazy
Talk about me behind my back
It never stopped you before
I have hope in him
When the darkness of life beckons you
Where will your hope be in?
Who will be your advocate?
I now have mine
For I stand redeemed in his blood
Remnants
I can smile
And know
That yes there was a moment
When our hands binded as one
And the fragrance of breeze
Made fantasy actual
There wasn’t any need
For sustenance as food
As we existed from loves nectar
It was there
I vowed protector
And as it were
Through the years
Emptied from such duty
Only did a shell remain
And what was love
Withered in dust
It is said
It’s better to have loved
Than to never have loved before
I evoke curses upon
The barer of such a scourge
That with its departure
Left remnants of a heart
Viva!
A poem from my new book, and very fitting for what’s going on…. For all you so called “Revolutionists”!
Viva!
Viva la revolucion !
But only after the hours of 9 to 5
Down with the corrupt Crooked politicians
Just don’t touch my Chase bank account
Kill the unrighteous The Sinners and the vile Um, because my sin is different .. Yeah
God is with me As I sin all week and go to church every other Sunday
The world should follow the works of God
Yet I can’t recite a verse myself… Yeah…
And El jefe at my job He’s the worst, an idiota But can you please approve my vacation days boss…. Mighty obliged sir…
Amerikkka are hypocrites! I hate this land!!!! As I put a down payment of 30% for my new house in Babylon NY Cause you know The blanquitos there take care of there shit… Yeah they hate me though… Pero you know… Blah blah…
My Island should rise up and fight for its independence!!!! Que viva Puerto Rico!!!! Yeah…. But I’ll sit in my back yard Sipping iced tea Watching Los Mets y Los Yankees
I’ll have my fist raised high though… Best believe that! I’ll even place the flag on my Chevy…. For a few weeks only of course Don’t want O’Hara To give me another ticket Pero yeah!
Viva la………………… la…………………
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New Poetry Book
Show Me
While I’m alive
Don’t bother with flowers at my grave
Nor sing a song of brotherhood
To my memory
When I’m long and gone
Rejoice in today
When I’m still here
Tomorrow can be so unkind
Think of me dead now
And relish in finding me breathing
Throw your arms
Around me
And embrace me like found gold
For the eternal sleep
Beckons with ruthless abandon
Raise your cups
And salute what we hold this minute
Do not waste another second
Tell me
You do love me
Before the words fall on deaf ears
And the sound of my voice is no more
Show me
Axel Garcia 