I once loved a woman
Who hated herself
So much
That she loved
Everything about me
The blatant disregard
Of her being
Left me standing upright
Like I held a position
In royal courts
My ego inflated so
That it almost reached the heavens
The Tower of Babel was jealous
Like if rose petals were strewn
Across my feet
In my mind I would
faintly hear chants
Of hosanna as I walked
And In her praises
I lost sight
Of her warmth
Her beauty
Her love
Of Her
Tag: love
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
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
El Calor
He aprendido a amarte a distancia
donde estoy libre de dolor
Observando con la esperanza de que reconociera mi adoración
Me imagino a nosotros felices siempre
De las pasadas tragedias
Sé que un día yo reuniré el valor de admitir mi amor por ti
Pero por ahora atesoro nuestros encuentros rápidos
Cuando nos besamos Hola y adiós
Cada tiempo orando que me sientas
El calor de mi amor.
Love
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
Torment
It’s end
And zeal
Do not ask me of its meaning
I only
Want to know more
In Memory
I often dream about you
Reimagined pictures of us
Where it all turns out fine
And what we held
Didn’t become hate
I can almost feel
The texture of your hands
Upon mine
Growing old throughout the years
How we would’ve proven
The world wrong about our love
But oh
This bitter reality
How it always renders my passion wrong
And proves itself right again and again
I still snatch a moment or two
Away from its potent grip
In memory of us
In memory of you
For You
Should I love
That which you allow of me?
As if you ever truly had this control
To encapsulate such an emotion;
Revolution in its truest form
I am free to chose
Be it behind a curtain
Or the walls we built around it
From afar
Or to touch your lips
I will love you
Yes this is what I will do
And frolic in its liberation
Even if it’s only in my head
Hug you
Make love to you
Smile in the embrace of our bodies
Inhale the aroma of us
Yes this is what I will do
I will love you
L.O.V.E
Left her glorious toxicant in me
Oh how I prayed that it wouldn’t linger
Visitor of adorned degrees
Evermore punctured by its stinger
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Goodbye
I wish to touch you again
But fear this damage we’ve done
I love enough
To relinquish tarnishing you
And pray you grow as you should
For to pick a rose from the ground
Only ends its life
I shall cease doing so
May waters from another’s heaven
Bring you growth
And nurture your petals
And soils on which you stand
Build foundation in your world
I walk away with your scent
Memories of your texture
On my fingers
The ones that you let go of
I will forever understand
The act of letting go
And with these words
My final goodbye
The Disciple
Lamentable how I idolized you
Sort of worship your ways
Wanted to emulate speech patterns
So bad, I’d forget the sound of my voice
Words you spewed became laws
And I enforced them defiantly on myself
Til scars became stronger than flesh
I detested my reality
Cause yours was truth… Wasn’t it?…
Wouldn’t chew until you sat and ate
No need to say grace in your presence
God couldn’t hold a candle next to you
And Satan trembled at the mention of your name
I became a disciple
Renouncing self
Removing attachment and possession
Sun rising and setting for you
I was foolishly happy
Lost but found
Where others would try to stifle your actions
I’d brush it off with zeal
For the epitome of beauty and truth you were
Weren’t you?
I crawled like believers in Tibet
To reach your throne
Only to be dispatched away
Leaving me like most that follow
And hold faith
Crumpled in submission
I claimed me
Absent from your tyranny
I regenerated self
The instrument of perception guided
And I danced in its example
Where eyes opened
And acceptance ensued
Though alone I finally felt repose.
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