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

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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Eternal

Eternal
Lover

You have been mine since your conception

If only you’d have known

My futile search was in vain

My patience tested 

For what is to be shall always find its way

I pray

You can forgive my foolish errs

And grant me forever by your side

Battle ready

Our love has endured much

I lay down my arms now beloved

And surrender 

The moment you said “I do”

The God smiled upon us

Knighted I felt among your royalty 

Entering into this communion

Your kiss the last I shall taste 

For I am yours

Eternal

Censor Me

Do not censor me

For My tongue won’t lie on the day of judgement 

No matter your persecution 

I entered this realm alone

And shall return the same

The lashings on my back from your torment

Will heal into a beautiful design

A lifeline to my future seeds

Who will call upon in need 

My fist will still rise up

Even with shoulder crushed 

And a cross bearing it’s nails

It will be the ones who came before

Who will lift me

And mount my soul on its throne 

And with open cowry shells speak letters 

Defining the past present and what’s to come 

Life burning like a mystical dragon

Through the spirit of my spirit 

No don’t you dare stop my indigenous teachings  

Do not try to subdue me 

With a false idol that fits your controlling ways

Docile for too long

I fight back with an embraced truth

No don’t you dare censor me

 

Becoming 

Let me find my niche

Be it in the arms of a lover
Or a crevice in the ground
Maybe in words jotted down
On this or another medium
Allow me to paint my collective thoughts
On the canvas of my choosing 
Please don’t stagnate me
With empty promises of love 
Let me breathe an element other than oxygen
And exhale the boundaries which you set
You see I’ve known your type of adoration  
I’ve bruised from your opinionated fists
My knees tattered from your control 
I wish to open my arms
And embrace the ethereal 
Where my soul can worship all that is
Be it in prayer or in just being
It’s more than just seeking
It is becoming 
Who and what I am
Let me find my niche 

Nirvana

I wish my emotions to sit still like Siddhartha 

Under the bodi tree
Unwavering amidst storms and temptation 
Let my heart rest assured in what you bring
Undaunted with barely a blinking of my eyes
Not a doubt would enter into my thoughts
Emptying past hurt and failures
Breathing becoming life
I would touch the foundation of us
To serve as witness
To the disbelievers as there would be many
As I arise from my transfixed state
Let me walk this Earth with a new found ministry
And when my bones have become brittle 
I’d close my chakras with the last vision of you
Oh let me sit still like the enlightened ones
Having savored the nirvana of you  

The Formula

What could I say

That would turn your eyes from looking for another?
If there was one word, or a slew of verses
Tell me, what would they be
I would venture back to the tower of babel 
And plead the creator to give me the formula
To stop this confusion between us
My love
We just don’t understand 
Like we’ve been programmed 
To resist for the sake of resistance 
On my knees I beg to know
If I recite the sacred word
Would you turn back to me
If I serenade you with muse more pleasing than the call to prayer
Would you run to my arms 
I pray for the right vibration of sound
To spring forth from my lips
As to entice you to follow its formation
Tell me
What could I say…

I Made A Wish

I wish we had happily ever after

That there was no need for getting up and going to a job
That what we held was suffice to feed our bellies
And pay the bills 
The ones that strangle the oxygen out of our kisses
I wish we had time to just hold hands
And that nightfall didn’t close my eyes
That deprivation of sleep was replaced with the energy of our chemical combustion
I so wish in the fairy tale
That one day children would read about this love
And memorize the lines we spoke to each other
That statues were erected to honor us
And millions would begin a pilgrimage to it 
I made a wish my dear…
copyright ©Axel Garcia