A kaleidoscope of memories
Sprints across my eyes
Realizing all that was
Each and every moment
Living and dying all at once
The essence of right now
Surfaces so clearly
As I remember
What seems to be yesterday
There is nothing to grasp
There is simply
The letting go
Being present
As every second dances away from me
Yet paints a beautiful memory
Let the sky become a canvas
Your breath a song
And create it with blissful ness
As I close my eyes
And I am grateful
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
Where would I possibly go
If in this very moment
Your blessing abounds
Whether in the tallest building
Or nestled in my sheets
Swimming in the ocean
Or seated on the shore
There is truly nothing
But your love
Beyond all the scents
And the abundance of colors
That surround me
I kneel before your beauty
And I am home
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
Do not think of me keenly
I do promise thee
That I will fail you
And leave tears where Love reigned
This admiration you feel
Is merely illusion
Only the Heavenly Father
Deserves this praise
I am just a man
Try as might
To forget this reality
I am fallen
But loved by his creator
I can only ask forgiveness of thee
For my foolish ways
Words and actions
I pray you know
This love in my heart
That grows with his every word
Because it is there
That you will know me
Truly
A poem from my new book, and very fitting for what’s going on…. For all you so called “Revolutionists”!
Viva!
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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While I’m alive
Don’t bother with flowers at my grave
Nor sing a song of brotherhood
To my memory
When I’m long and gone
Rejoice in today
When I’m still here
Tomorrow can be so unkind
Think of me dead now
And relish in finding me breathing
Throw your arms
Around me
And embrace me like found gold
For the eternal sleep
Beckons with ruthless abandon
Raise your cups
And salute what we hold this minute
Do not waste another second
Tell me
You do love me
Before the words fall on deaf ears
And the sound of my voice is no more
Show me
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
I have searched for you
In the darkness of my soul
Feeding it’s hue words and ritual
Movements memorized
Til the hurt in my bones
Was no more
Pronunciations perfected
So that my very tongue
Won’t lie on that sacred day
Witnesses are the winds, and trees
As to all that I proclaim
I awaken
Within this dream
Once more
Hoping I’d travelled over
To you
So much that the “Good” in morning
Ceased to be
And acceptance is, all there is
My knees no longer can withstand
The weight of proving
Of hoping
And believing
I have only breath
Left
This is my testimony
Being illuminated in the illusive
Where inhalation
Closes my eyes
And exhalation loosens
The burden
I am surely lost
And in you
Found
I stood filthy yet clean
Thinking water could erase
Rags shining like suits
Oh how I skillfully clothed my sin
Disgust painted over with a smile
I played the game in haste
Pride burying self
Leaving remnants of what has been
I now seek that which is true
With vigor and zeal
Guilty as I am before you
On my knees I do plead
As I give up this world
And all its appeal
I surrender all to you
Trusting forevermore in your lead
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