Tag: thoughts
I Met God Today
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.
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.
Professed
Many words left unsaid
How I wished to have had the courage to say
Choosing between the “right way”
The “best way”
Only lead to knots in my throat
So I’ll scream it out loud
Now that I am no longer heard
Basking in the beyond or in the middle
Peering up or down
I proclaim with vigor in my veins
You were the ever in everything
And with baited breath I professed
SILENCE
SILENCE
This silence wells my eyes
Inside the screaming
Never subsides
I wish to explain it all away
This, to be that, and so on
But birthing a thing
Gives light to its adverse
Oh… what shall I do
When my chest hurts in naivety
These bones cry with realities
As I stand painted smiles on the outside
The foundation crumbles
The fables no longer holding weight
The safety of childish years
Eradicates my joy
We push, and toil onwards
To where? Destinations darkness
I try desperately to remember before this time
To no avail
And once there, will I recall here?
In this I shall also fail … I presume
But, what if I want out of this enclosure ?
A break in its wall
Watch it all fall
Would it bring me the wonder of it all?
Ah… so many questions
As the one who holds the answers
Lays dormant and watches
As the silence and I become one in the same
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
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
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…
Axel Garcia 