Tag: poetry
When I Die
I want the clouds to cry for days on end
Where visions of Noah come to mind
And Paul laments my sufferings on Earth
I want Solomon to await conversations on it all
Pausing as Ables blood whispers in my ear
As the watchers guide me towards Cain
So that he can explain death in all its gore
Maybe Adam will change up his animal garments
The ones Eve sewed for him so lovingly
I want to bring forth tablets to inscribe
Along with Moses
Gaze at the golden calf being worshipped
While Jesus ascends
And Lucifer tugs at his robe
I’ll take pictures alongside them all
And pray they make it on social media
As proof that Muhammad is indeed familia
As they meditate with Siddhartha
And dance with Shango
Pay tolls to Eleggua
For safe passage
Where I cast Opuele with Orunmilla
Yes let the heavens cry to disguise the elation
Of true elevation
When I die
copyright ©Axel Garcia
Poems of Renewal
Poems of Renewal
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Empty
I sit here
Reveling in the aftermath
Of what I am capable of
Transcending love
Into purest of hate
I realize
You are correct
I am to blame
Curse me with fervor
Wish for my destruction
And downfall
I am ready
For it all
Arms wide
I embrace the fault
That is I
Repulsive
To myself
I do not deserve
Love
Nor hate
It is much too good for me
Squirm away
Like the witnessing
Of rodents passing
I only wish
To leave this realm
I surrender
I wave the flag
I don’t want to cry anymore
I don’t want to know
The pain of loves betrayal
I don’t seek to venture
Down disappointment lane
Those tears you cry
Aren’t worth my lament
Let me shrivel away
Til dust is no more
And even the Almighty
Can not breathe life into
The sands that filled me
Empty I came
And want to return
Book Sale
The Errors of my Way
Not going to speak of motivation
Or being in tuned with spirit
Won’t assert my own personal beliefs
Because I may feel owner of truth
Will not cleverly decipher my childhood
And adult years
And spew it on some rhetorical rant
Of now knowing better
That I’ve somehow figured it out
Or that divinely inspired
I’ve spoken out words of awakening
No I dare not partake
Of such false imagery
Only to capture the attention of you
I’d rather digest my failures
Into essays
Formulated from my tears
Spouting into capsules of reality
That yes I have wronged a multitude
Of past lovers and friends
Have used them as a means to an end
Where human and sub human exist
Lest not forget
Cursed as I am
I bleed from self inflicted penance
Yet you’ll never attest to this
Viciously astute I do hide well
Behind an erected stature
With no chip left on shoulder
I seek repentance
From thee
From myself
And What I’ve yet to do to you
From the errors of my way
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




