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

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

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