Left her glorious toxicant in me
Oh how I prayed that it wouldn’t linger
Visitor of adorned degrees
Evermore punctured by its stinger
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Tag: poetry
Jesters Throne
Hours I spent Waiting on you to love me in return
To give a sign of peace
To let me know all was good
I scratched out a part of my heart
To give to you
If only you had the time
To accept it
But I understand
I wasn’t top on your list
Playthings
Don’t get priority
But I sure did play that role well
Didn’t I…
I remember the anticipation
Of just your call
I only wanted to hear
That you would renounce the world
For me
Yet I sat alone
On the jesters throne
Where I learned that a house does not make a home
But tomorrow does announce itself
To the hiders of emotion
Where what we cover
Forces it’s way to the light
So
I await today’s end.
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New Poetry Book
Available in a few days on Amazon.com, truly blessed and thankful! 
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
Eden in Misery
There’s this darkened cloud above your words
This empty shadow that lurks behind your promise
Your lips gravitate into smirks as you whisper in my ear
Oh darling, I hear the poison rising in your tongue
The muscle tense in the strikers attack pose you know well
Pouncing on innocent lovers
Devouring with reckless abandon
I still want to hold you
Let me taste my blood off your mouth
As we both savor what’s left of me
Rain falls whisk me away
To drown in that lake
Where once I held you
And where once I knew Eden in misery
Snapshot
For a little while I felt you
Warm kisses like sunlit spring afternoons
I realized you were attainable
That for a moment you appeared before me
Dressed in the stars of heaven
Brightly you bought a smile to my frowned lips
I didn’t need to reminisce
When I held you
Pocketful of beach sand
I squeezed til there was no more
And then it came
The snapshot of yesterday
The vivid clamor of hurts
I withdrew into the habitual
Pointed fingers back at you
And didn’t want to accept
That such a thing be true
And that it could be you
For a little while I felt you
And it’s all I will ever need
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I Pray For You
I pray for you, I do
As I let you go
For these chains built around my wrists squeezed so hard that it became veins
The ones that pumped life into its dysfunction
To the point of consumption
I gasped for air when I pulled you off
Umbilical like you clung for life
And I fed its survival
Til the blood that trickled down my fists blended with the flush on my face
How I pray to erase the memory
The sickening punch in my gut
That hunches my back forward
I still pray for you, I do
That the madness subsides in your mental
Think of what we had as experimental
And scientifically give theory
To others who entertain your thoughts
Drag my name through dirts not yet walked on
And leave footprints on them to recall your steps
Because this road you’ve travelled many times
And shall again… And again
Still I pray for you, I do
No need to delve in the voodoo
No animals to bleed on my altar
I was the sacrifice
I bore your punishment
Crucified I still pray for you, I do
That you may find a semblance of peace…
Not just a piece, the way you seek
Maybe I’ll pray for him
The one who falls victim
To your every whim
Nonetheless
I pray for you… I do….
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Comite Noviembre’s 9th Annual Puerto Rican Artisan Fair and 3rd Annual Puerto Rican Authors Book Expo.
This Saturday I will be at Hostos Community College, come through for some culture and love.
This…
I blow with fury
Til the red in my face leaks blood
Trying as I might, to make you understand… Me
Recalling childhood demons that reside under my bed
Sheets being my force field against,
I want to cover myself head to toe from your onslaught
I stare into eyes emptier than a poor mans change cup
I ask.. Why is the game prominent in your version of love?
Does its pleasures exceed my lovemaking?
Is my tongue not long enough to please in comparison?
I am left dumbfounded, bewildered at the extent of your cold,
Even as you reach out to touch my hand with your shriveled empathy,
I shiver with its frozen gesture
Sorry but these words had to be birthed
For to encase them my angered ways would burst
Into the million pieces you killed from this love… This love…
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Transitions
There is a certain joy in my sadness
Like vapor needs the death of water
Or when the moon rises with the fall of the sun
I bathe in the transitions that mark our seconds together
Like the breaking of the Earth to birth a new tree
Or when that gray area rears its’ ugly head to decree
It’s neither you nor me
I dance spiritually
In its’ Limbo
Evading talk of where our united souls can or can not go
We embrace this tug of war
This opposite action and reaction
This yes or no
This Carajo y Coño!
This right here is how I need you
Through the up and down
Sitting back in awe of what we found.
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