Category: Poetry
Poems of Renewal
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The Pen
This pen dastardly disobeys me
By not allowing my heart to write what it wants
Dare I blame it?
It has bore witness to many lies
Has seen its share of bias words
It is my vessel
Be that as it may
I depend on thee
Heavily
To jot down emotions
In detailed disarray
Appeasing this pain in my being
Releasing ink
Like my veins release poison
Do not leave me yet
This pen of mine
Turn your back another day
But not today
For I still have more to tell
Poetry Event
Lie
I won’t write you another letter
Nor think of your face
I’ll scrub away the scent of you
Off of me
I’ll replace you with another
Take her out to dinner
Romance her in ways divine
I’ll even smile, laugh at her jokes
And have a drink or two
Just like you used to do…
And tell myself
That I’m over you
That the strands of our connection
Are now broken
And the universe
Listened to my cries
Of wanting you out of my soul
I’ll hit the gym
Sweat like there’s no tomorrow
And ache something awful the next day
And as I lay there in pain
I’ll say…
Doesn’t it feel great to move on?
Doesn’t the air feel lighter
Away from your gravity
Isn’t it quieter?
I’m surely at peace…
I’ll stare at my mirror
Who knows me so well
And reflects the liar
I’ve become…
Jesters Throne
Hours I spent Waiting on you to love me in return
To give a sign of peace
To let me know all was good
I scratched out a part of my heart
To give to you
If only you had the time
To accept it
But I understand
I wasn’t top on your list
Playthings
Don’t get priority
But I sure did play that role well
Didn’t I…
I remember the anticipation
Of just your call
I only wanted to hear
That you would renounce the world
For me
Yet I sat alone
On the jesters throne
Where I learned that a house does not make a home
But tomorrow does announce itself
To the hiders of emotion
Where what we cover
Forces it’s way to the light
So
I await today’s end.
copyright ©Axel Garcia
Rumi
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



