Hallway Light

Not sure what’s forgiveness

The moth attracted to light

Or streams to quench my soul

Holding on to final breaths

Scared, of the inevitable

Tingling on finger tips

I recall your eyes

Lord, are we worthy ?

Scrambling for a spot like butterflies

Tired of the fight

But know nothing more

Let me have a glimpse

Just stay, if you’re sure

That salvation is found

In the flickering down the hall

Last Night

Last Night

You entered my dreams
Warm, vivid like
And I touched your hand
Softly, tender like
Your eyes were alive
Bursting in hue, life like
Caught in the moment
We laughed, child like
I shed a tear
Surreal, mournful like
For I knew it’s end
Over, fin like
Last night

Crookedly

Would it make things easier

For you?…

If I told you that I’m hurting

Also…

That demons torture me

Daily!

I think it’s best to continue playing

Unscarred.

Better for you and your tears to envision

Winning.

So I’ll bask in my own hell in order to soothe

Yours…

Asking every second, when will it end

To myself…

As I build you up, lying to you

About…

How splendid it all is, don’t you see?

I can’t …

When no one hears my cries…

Tell me!

Just to keep smiling beloved keep…

Smiling…. crookedly

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

Hurt

I know what pain looks like

I know the tears that come from bloodshed

I know the heartache of loving and losing

I know the scratches that show up from bended knees at pulpits

I know the dark marks that are seen on prostrated foreheads

I know the scars that are carried by paleros

I know the blood trickle from the heads of santeros

I know vaguely the tranquil state of monks

I know sadly the wickedness of man

I know… which is why I hurt

Hurt

©Axel Garcia

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

A Poem with No Name

Must it be said?

I see those tears

Washing away what they did

Wish me a better man

So as to exact revenge

But

Guilty I stand as well

Words that cut like swords

I no longer want to defend

Such is the end

When hurt turns to pleasure

Must you know?

That I’m ready

We are all participants

In the trampling

Such is the end

I promise to hold both your hands

As I watch you plan your escape

I won’t blame you

I won’t hold you back

It’s okay…

A poem with no name.

I’ll leave it here for you…

She Says

She says

I don’t look like me anymore

That the hunch in my back is more pronounced

Sunken, was the word she used

She says

my scars are in trenched deeper

Revealing my truer nature

She says

the cuadro espiritual that surrounds

My aura is too blinding with its brilliant hues

For her black and white ways

For she says she carries the blessing of Issa

Yeshua came to her in a misa

Blowing smoke in her face de el cigarro

Agua Ardiente balanced perfectly

In the other hand

Now replaced by the wine

But me

She says

No longer holds the blessing of the father

Like the baptismal waters drowning

The sins of her past

I am not worthy of her love

For she now is bonded by a holier spirit

His preaching more attractive than mine

His Gods holding more promise than mine

My devotions make her cringe with remorse

Of the times we’ve shared together

She says

that only his blood cleans away

The prints of my love off her body

Like holy water in an exorcism

So I wait in the shadows

Like the cypher of Lu

Wanting to shatter her doubts

Because though

She says

What she says

Her spirit still calls out to me

In the far reaches of her soul

Where only I can ever exist

Crossroads

Crossroads

I flirt with the end

Balance beam everything

So I can feel Grace

It’s shame and blessing

Of exclusivity and at once excluding

A Child of crossroads

Playing hide and seek

This way or that

Loving and despising

The tightrope

Choking what is left and right

Closing my eyes

To recall the thrill

Of it all

The ease of which I bring

Sweet Suffering

To my doorstep

And to speak of boundless joy

I only toggle in its surrender

#newpoem #poetry

Ever-Changing

Ever changing am I

A chord progression in song

An ending of a season

The leaf that withers

And blooms as plant on the ground

I beg of you

Don’t seek to nail me down

Into this or that

I’ll fail each and every time

I always color outside the line

There is no reason nor tale to tell

Only awakening to today

And eternally resting yesterday

A froth of water to shore

Returning to its source

Such am I

Ever changing…. forevermore