Graciela Elva Vazquez
Ever think you know know what you want?
Then the next day you are startled to find yourself lost.
Are the majority of us walking around confused?
Lost in a moment only to find the moment's passed.
Certainty must be written in the smallest font.
We live in search of satisfaction, but at what cost?
Striving to be pleased with the small stuff, yet confused.
Living in glass boxes hoping the last stone to cast.
Who will set me free from these thoughts that haunt?
Strange as independent I am that I long to be bossed.
Wanting someone to shake me and break me from being confused.
Hurry come claim me and please make it fast.
April 6, 2012
Storms are enlightening to some.
I distrust the peace they bring to those unsuspecting.
Most will sleep like there's no tomorrow, enjoying the power displayed.
I stay awake ready at a moment’s notice for action.
My slumber comes after the storm has passed and retreats to gain strength for yet another day.
I am the defender of what remains to be identified.
Our connection is like a storm rhythmic in nature as if we are one.
A vision of the push and pull and simultaneous dance I imagine and then reality sets in.
My visions created from a fantasy that will never be realized.
I may only appreciate your hunger and thirst from afar, your spontaneity and a body pushed to its limits.
Up close you would see how I am truly just, and only, exhausted.
I am a dreamer meant, perhaps, to dream alone as I have lost my edge in the storm.
If you're stubborn like me you can relate.
We don't do things like most.
We leave a party afoot and tell no one.
We will walk for miles than to ask for a ride.
We have our own way of doing things.
We're not to be pittied, yet often we are.
If you're full of integrity like I am.
Often our actions are out of principle.
We like to teach lessons.
Even if it means punishing ourselves.
It's how we live our life.
So if you can't relate, just get over it.
Talk to us the way a human should treat another.
Do not offend us by treating us like a sub-society.
Be kind as if we are a stranger.
For treating us like family can often disappoint.
Especially when we're the black sheep.
And you all assume we have no feelings.
Truth is we're more sensitive than most.
We're the poets and artists of our time.
We suffer in silence as well.
Why, we'll never know,
It is, what it is - so treat us with care.
For tomorrow you will miss us.
Alone again with my thoughts running wildly.
Writing the way that I do.
You have your way and I have mine.
Distracting it was to try something new.
Variety is the spice of life.
Perhaps it so for some.
Stifling it may be for others.
If I beckon will you come?
This lonely night is golden.
For I once again feel free.
Without your direction.
I can just be me.
No telling what I can accomplish.
If I'd just concentrate on going it alone.
This lonely night makes me think.
Of all the chances I've blown.
Squandered, wasted and pitched.
Time and time again.
Reason where have you been?
A stranger in the distance.
Standing oh so still.
I can't yet see your face.
Doubt I ever will.
My view of the miracles and wonders which comprise the distant surface vary from your view
Misleading landscapes that at a distance look like tiny paths when in actuality are cavernous ravines
Things of beauty are often not so pleasant up close; well-populated areas appear remote
Trampled areas seemingly untouched; desolate grounds invisible to their true hopeless form
The most simplistic of areas majestic in reality
Quadrants are less traveled due to their vertically challenging terrains
The most intimidating adversary disheartens the courage, within the pure, to explore
Our worlds are polar opposites
Yet we both find common ground from differentiating views
One challenged by the wind in their face
The other is rushed along with a bellowing blow
The appearance of a storm trapped amongst Mother Nature’s forest can be beauty in one eye
The strength of unpredictability can instill fear in the other
Soon the storm passes and I am relieved the worst has passed
You taking the same breath are saddened that the display has left us
March 9, 2012
From a distance we begin to spar.
Closely as if we compete hand to hand.
Near defeat, yet just getting started.
Far from tiring, although exhausted.
Stranger than you?
I beg your pardon.
Circling about feeling like prey?
My wish, thy will or vice?
High on life in this moment.
Low on patience, but dedicated.
Curious, not enough to falter.
Excited enough to seek the ever-after.
Aesthetically appealing seems your soul.
Conquests of this kind foreign.
Shaking equally, strength contained taking it’s toll.
Wake me not, enjoying the post and beam.
Positive you are in theory.
Pessimism my motto.
Half full you see life.
Half empty I accept it.
You speak of a sequal and I smile ear to ear.
Comparative framework isn’t too much.
I've found comfort in the strange sojourner.
Equally I believe in such.
Your interests contain me.
Your mind worth exploring.
Who peaked whom?
Where did this start?
I felt the look you gave and saw it completely.
Tremble not for fear is not what I wish to bring.
Combined as one our best foot forward.
Musical words as if we sing.
March 8, 2012
Have we met?
We have not.
Shall we meet?
Most likely not.
How can it be that those we think we know best,
we find we don't know at all?
How can a stranger seem so familiar,
that quickly, and hard we fall?
Is life about being proper?
Some believe so.
Is life about living in the now?
Still others say yes.
Who is it that truly sees who we are?
Who is it that never sees who we shall be?
The familiar so quickly become complacent.
The stranger keeps an energy ever-present.
I ask you again, have we met?
Perhaps our souls have.
I ask again, will we meet?
The stranger believes that in time all things are possible.
So it seems that potential supersedes the given.
Society believes that fate decides for us.
Who we have met.
Who we will meet.
Were it so, we wouldn't keep searching.
A lack of faith may be what causes us to accelerate through life.
Place your faith in a stranger and change the course.
With history repeating itself without benefit why continue down the road most traveled?
Are you the stranger I should place my faith in?
March 7, 2012