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

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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