Here I Am

In between each breath

There in that space… I am

See me in

That moment before ink touches paper

… I exist

Where sleep wins over

Tired eyelids

In the letting go…. I’m already there

Feel my words

When the flakes of snow

Are just about to caress the ground

… There I shall abound

I promise to never part

Even after goodbyes


To My Children When I am Gone

To My Children when I am gone

A cloud once spoke to me

As it cried down on the Earth

I had forgotten my fathers promise 

By the tree of forever 

A foolish child sadly remembers 

The wisdom a father tried to impart 

When the tops of redwoods 

Bristle his breath on me 

May you not follow my folly 

You are him

I see it in your laughter and smile 

Hidden behind such bravado 

Don’t hide from me

Or the world 

Let a million ancestors rejoice

In your accomplishments beloved 

And remember my voice 

In the autumn winds of tomorrow 

The hue of my pupils 

In the skies of winter 

Where tears will well up around your eyes 

And the wish of my presence 

Is never more 

Remember I love you  

Loving You

Though I may no longer feel your touch 

It’s imprint 

Is ever lasting 

The scent of your skin

Permeates my senses 

Where Nothing truly 

shall Compare 

Everything fails to reach

The zenith 

That was loving you 

Thus Having known such heights 

Suffices the longing

That is In my soul 

And the penance of forever 

Justifiably I shall serve 


Dare you ask

How to describe love

Like asking about the taste of water 

Or the scent of a thousand rose beds 

It can only be experienced 

With all its suffering 


It’s end

And zeal

Do not ask me of its meaning 

I only

Want to know more 


A poem from my new book, and very fitting for what’s going on…. For all you so called “Revolutionists”! 

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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