By the pond
That divides into four corners
I stood in the middle
Listening to the flapping of wings
From the geese that call it home
Quiet waves of water nestled rocks to and fro
Distracting in its connection
I forced the racing of my mind back
I thought of all that I would say
As It all faded away
The questions I had held for so many years
Suddenly disappeared from my lips
I glanced at a older man
Fishing with his grandson
The news on TV did not matter
Media and all its forms were far from this place
An elderly woman walked by with a walker
In her struggle there glowed a smile
A small dog greeted me with tail wagging
And happiness in its entire being
I melted in the surrendering
For so very long I mastered the art of questioning
Wanting an understanding to it all
And now I peered at a deer eating grass
The sight of my breath in the cold air
In the witnessing of it all at that moment
No thing mattered and yet it all mattered at the same time
The colors, the aromas, the sounds
The hurt, the pain, the experience
Yesterdays held no semblance
Only this very moment
And this moment
And the next
Blame dispersed
Anger soothed
Perceptions erased
The filth became clean
Thoughts confined to the now
Of wanting to give eternal gratitude
Closing my eyes
Building courage
A Deep breath
I opened them again
No longer there
I met God today.
Tag: reflection
In Truth?.
How can one know
The difference
Reality blurred
Lines covered.
I have seemed
To lose myself
In rubbles of
Uncertainty
I can easily
Blame you/them
Identify as
Victim or anti
Hero, human.
Where passion
Eludes me
Sun no longer felt;
Not burning
Words hurting
More than ever
Ripping synapses
Before reaching thought.
I am clouded
Sleep and dream
Squinted.
There is the pain
Left behind
Which beckons to be
Acknowledged
This
And only this
Is true.
In The Beginning
IN THE BEGINNING
Your breath birthed life into the ashes of me
While the stars shined down annunaki
Tablets carved in Sumerian lands
Carried out of caves by Moses hands
We braved floods on wooden arks
While the fires of Kukulkan barked
Atabey sat in meditations
Siddhartha bathed in her libations
From Elegbas jicaras
And Shivas palms
I took a ride in Ezekiels wheel
Master Fard did reveal
Yahs ultimate plan
The holes in Isas hand
And in Shaytans deceptions
Yacubs grafted creations
17 million plus 2 million in North American total
Dancing to tamobores y coro
The tower brought confusion
In my soul divine wisdom
As above so below
I offer salat and Ochosis arrow and bow
A burning bush and a voice over Damascus
A warrior, shepherd, and pacifist
Young lord and Albizu
Rumi, Watts, Elijah, y Sankara, too
Hecho con todo amor y guerrilla
God of war, mixed con alegria
As such am I from the beginning
Rocket ship to nebula as I sing
Tocando bata a Eggun
A mi Papa, te veo… soon
AseO ✊🏼
#Poetry #ELPoeta
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
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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
Knowing
Somewhere right now
In another realm and time
I’m breathing your scent
Grasping your hand tightly
And Lord I pray
That I embrace that moment
Appreciate it fully
Knowing
What I know now
That this memory of you
Haunts my heart with sadness
Knowing
It can never be again
Axe2Grind
The Tigers and the Strawberry


