SILENCE

SILENCE

This silence wells my eyes
Inside the screaming
Never subsides
I wish to explain it all away
This, to be that, and so on
But birthing a thing
Gives light to its adverse
Oh… what shall I do
When my chest hurts in naivety
These bones cry with realities
As I stand painted smiles on the outside
The foundation crumbles
The fables no longer holding weight
The safety of childish years
Eradicates my joy
We push, and toil onwards
To where? Destinations darkness
I try desperately to remember before this time
To no avail
And once there, will I recall here?
In this I shall also fail … I presume
But, what if I want out of this enclosure ?
A break in its wall
Watch it all fall
Would it bring me the wonder of it all?
Ah… so many questions
As the one who holds the answers
Lays dormant and watches
As the silence and I become one in the same

In The Beginning

IN THE BEGINNING

Your breath birthed life into the ashes of me
While the stars shined down annunaki
Tablets carved in Sumerian lands
Carried out of caves by Moses hands
We braved floods on wooden arks
While the fires of Kukulkan barked
Atabey sat in meditations
Siddhartha bathed in her libations
From Elegbas jicaras
And Shivas palms
I took a ride in Ezekiels wheel
Master Fard did reveal
Yahs ultimate plan
The holes in Isas hand
And in Shaytans deceptions
Yacubs grafted creations
17 million plus 2 million in North American total
Dancing to tamobores y coro
The tower brought confusion
In my soul divine wisdom
As above so below
I offer salat and Ochosis arrow and bow
A burning bush and a voice over Damascus
A warrior, shepherd, and pacifist
Young lord and Albizu
Rumi, Watts, Elijah, y Sankara, too
Hecho con todo amor y guerrilla
God of war, mixed con alegria
As such am I from the beginning
Rocket ship to nebula as I sing
Tocando bata a Eggun
A mi Papa, te veo… soon
AseO ✊🏼

#Poetry #ELPoeta

Celebrate You

Celebrate You

I wish to
celebrate you
Every accomplishment
And each failure
Elevate your spirit
Especially in the missteps
And stumbles
I wish to
Never see any fault in you
And not reserve judgements
Perceive only pure virtue
And intent in your ways
Go into prayer for you
Boast to the creator
Of all you’ve endured
I can assure
It hasn’t gone unnoticed
All the wins
And loses
A ceremony and all
Is what I ultimately wish for

Hallway Light

Not sure what’s forgiveness

The moth attracted to light

Or streams to quench my soul

Holding on to final breaths

Scared, of the inevitable

Tingling on finger tips

I recall your eyes

Lord, are we worthy ?

Scrambling for a spot like butterflies

Tired of the fight

But know nothing more

Let me have a glimpse

Just stay, if you’re sure

That salvation is found

In the flickering down the hall

Last Night

Last Night

You entered my dreams
Warm, vivid like
And I touched your hand
Softly, tender like
Your eyes were alive
Bursting in hue, life like
Caught in the moment
We laughed, child like
I shed a tear
Surreal, mournful like
For I knew it’s end
Over, fin like
Last night

Crookedly

Would it make things easier

For you?…

If I told you that I’m hurting

Also…

That demons torture me

Daily!

I think it’s best to continue playing

Unscarred.

Better for you and your tears to envision

Winning.

So I’ll bask in my own hell in order to soothe

Yours…

Asking every second, when will it end

To myself…

As I build you up, lying to you

About…

How splendid it all is, don’t you see?

I can’t …

When no one hears my cries…

Tell me!

Just to keep smiling beloved keep…

Smiling…. crookedly

Loved Me

Loved Me

I won’t apologize

Being the thief of a heart

Like leaves

Changing color in the winters

I was only reaching

Into something

I didn’t understand

But I wanted

What was you

Inside though

I always knew

You’d never be mine

And I’m forever guilty

Of this crime

In your mind

So with lifetimes apart

You’ll always hate me

For loving me

And I won’t apologize

Hurt

I know what pain looks like

I know the tears that come from bloodshed

I know the heartache of loving and losing

I know the scratches that show up from bended knees at pulpits

I know the dark marks that are seen on prostrated foreheads

I know the scars that are carried by paleros

I know the blood trickle from the heads of santeros

I know vaguely the tranquil state of monks

I know sadly the wickedness of man

I know… which is why I hurt

Hurt

©Axel Garcia

Puerto Rico Eres Tu

Puerto Rico Eres Tu

(Para Mi Papa)

Parade winds

Remind me of you, Pa

The crackling of conga skins

Drenching the shirts I still own of yours, Pa

Que Isla Tan Bonita

Flags waving your silhouette forevermore, Pa

Eres el orgullo que tengo en mis venas

Saludo tu memoria cada mañana

My land is your outstretched arms holding me

Pa

I want to kiss every part of my Island

Porque respira con la sangre de mi Papa

Todavía puedo sentirte

El calor de tu aliento en las palmas de coco

Este dia es para ti

Puerto Rico eres tu

Y siempre te amare! Pa

A Poem with No Name

Must it be said?

I see those tears

Washing away what they did

Wish me a better man

So as to exact revenge

But

Guilty I stand as well

Words that cut like swords

I no longer want to defend

Such is the end

When hurt turns to pleasure

Must you know?

That I’m ready

We are all participants

In the trampling

Such is the end

I promise to hold both your hands

As I watch you plan your escape

I won’t blame you

I won’t hold you back

It’s okay…

A poem with no name.

I’ll leave it here for you…