edward-perez
American
Originally from NYC - played in Puerto Rico for a few years which led me to C.A. Catholic impressions in my youth. Was a Buddhist for three years now a practicing Christian. I love to write poetry even if its about the mouse I abuse when clicking feverishly on typos!
The Unwritten Father
Easy and passive, like rolling hills of green.
Sprouting favorable wine over the course of time.
Plain as snow, as a beam of light filtered through a window pane.
Silence lazily shadows in a strange delight.
Kindness untouched, feelings unearthed.
Laughter escapes the pitter patter of the lost and found.
The brush of innocence and words of joy;
The eyes to the window, the depths of its trust.
The curious nature and all it’s fuss.
To have love and to have loved, It crushes and expands.
As fate would have, like faith, it demands.
I miss the days of her long blonde hair,
The pouty lips and that angry stare.
The nights and days and her bouncing carefree steps.
There is no love that will ever compare
To that of a child whose love was so rare.
I’ll mis her all my days and she will never know
How this unwritten father loves her so.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
**Intelligence deludes you from that thing called heart,
That which you drank down years, it fell apart.
No one worthy to show you the way,
Half of you surface, only to see a cloudy day.
Time bent and broken though laughs provide,
Money well spent and Education supplies.
Ineffective in a cycle that spins,
In a world that screams more
How it shaped your inner core.
Iron circles crumble and shatter like stained glass,
A myriad of memories shaken, gone so fast.
So many goals and roads to take,
What a betrayal of the simplicity you forsake.
What a contrast and battle of two extremes,
Light never changes but still…It waits.**
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
*The Old Brings New
Some make it most don’t to be sweeter and refined
To walk slowly not because of age but with enjoyment of time.
To sit on a bench or to stare out endlessly
Taking in moments with glee as the sun shines brilliantly.
The time for haste has come and gone
The spirit moves on and on
The laughter of children become like music
And the crowds become more like human
Materialism has faded from bright to dead last
Art and talk blend like coffee in leathery hands
Peace at last my soul does sing
In A Time Of Old, All will ring…..
* By E.P'erez 2014
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
*People of depth have so much to share
They simply glide in mid-air.
Words and beauty like warm smiles peek,
When one is without a clue or in depths of a shallow creek.
It’s a tongue held firmly in place
When there is no grace
A loving stare with room to spare
A forgiving heart in times of need
A charity pulling on the heartstrings in we.
Stories yet unfold
Of people yet untold
A learning process proceeds
Like those who fly on Golden Wings.*
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
**The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Left crumbs in my bed,
Clothes on the floor and taken me for a lot more.
It’s a movement of a different eye,
A different shape
A different style,
Place and time.
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Left dishes in the sink
A bald tire here and there.
Bills on the table and no food to spare.
The sweetest smile I"ve ever seen;
Shook its judgmental head and left me squarely dead.
Running off in tow.
Screaming words obscene, Then laughing in-between!
The sweetest smile I"ve ever seen;
Wraps around upside down, then pulls me through.
Each year comes anew.
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Comes in red, green, orange and even yellow too.
Some bright and others blue.
Different laughs that echo and others that heckle.
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Snored so loudly!
On the floor! I could take no more!
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Hogged the bed – slurred, read and purred in my head.
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Never drove, not one inch! – so the distance I would go.
Just to hear its passionate sigh, steamy desire and gaze into its bedroom eyes.
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Has depth and vibe. It has a way to survive.
With all its doubts, screams and shouts.
It sometimes hides before it completely backs out.
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Will always be, a treasure from those who just can not be.
Will there be a smile just for me?
I’ll just have to wait and see…
Copyright E Perez 2013**
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
**Oh passion how it loses its luster with eyes of old and hands of taint never to woo the love of past’s mistakes.
Oh how the well is dry between fiery eyes that once lit up the skies;
In the days I called you mine.
Yet, it still steams endlessly with youthful grip and fists clenched with heart.
Some let it flow like sand, never taking part….
In the right hands passion burns like no other sun!
The old becomes new under the watchful churn of breaking sweat..
Sweet as sin, those dark shadows give in and passion sweeps laying to rest the heart beneath your dying chest.
Copyright Eperez 2013**
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
**What will I endure today or laugh away.
What things will I see that will come my way.
What sights or sounds or new music will be found.
What smiles and photos or rants will there be jotted down.
What games to play or drinks to pass.
What new lips to taste, to dine so fast.
What charms, what words, what rhymes to spout and shout!
What friend or foe or spirit will I plunder;
Finding a heart that beats asunder.
What a life this is! What colors and culture and people I find.
Such a joy I tell you what can be found.
Copyright E. Perez 2013**
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
**The Ageless Fool -
The ageless fool parts to play
Young, old, white to black.
So many fools melt away.
Summer to Winter,
Sunrise and Sunset.
Fools be known to never forget!
Foolish kisses and foolish love.
Foolish writings and foolish song.
Fool fool fool
A fool for all the world to see.
No God no Glory
What fool can never be?
High or below on foolish ground or mid-flight.
Foolish wings spring forth and give me delight!
An echo beckons off high toward walls
And so I write..
Be a fool now and then or lose its plight…
Copyright E.Perez 2013
**
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
A sudden thud I heard it call
A familiar pain I could have sworn.
It wrestled in its fine feathery cloth
As I watched the skies turn to bitter dusk.
It churned inside my head
Down into the place where I laid it…..
And felt perfectly stead.
It balanced all these years and now does it dare to tumble
Break and shatter with all else.
So what does it matter?!
No more room, for ****** things
No more room, untouched by time
No more room, words left unclimbed!
No more room, today it seems
Endlessly dousing the fire set raging before me.
No more room I want to shout!
No more room so let me out!
I cannot breathe in this mess!
How forked tongues lash and break my flesh!
Just another day
Another moment…..
Another thought passes…
Another thud then thump!
how funny and thus ends so..
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
Haven’t I sung you songs?
Written you into poetry steadily and freely?
Haven’t I brought you along?
And covered you in the night when you felt hearts song?
Haven’t I thought of you when you needed to go run along?
Let you travel on your own
Behind the wheel of a new priced tone?
Wasn’t it Conscientiousness’ effort when I let in?
When you yelled at your children.
And they yelled too?
Wasn’t it a mess learning to live?
But through it all we kept close and hid?
And to you.
Wasn’t it grand how we drank and listened to Disney at night?
Or how we sang karaoke
While others laughed but so what? What blast we had!
And to you.
Didn’t we bring each other a cup of tea in our time of need?
Leaving you to rest in our nest?
And to you.
Didn’t I pick you up?
Bought, then chose.
The bar I raised. Then let go.
Just to have you close.
And to you.
What different set of values?
What lie and conviction do you pride on?
I shouldn’t fold – it’s really nothing new..There’s been so many like you.
Appreciation is what’s needed. When all is unforgiving.
It’s the flowers you sent
It’s the call or text
It’s the I’m sorry when I was wrong.
It’s showing when push comes to shove.
And to you.
No talk no banter
No life so what matters?
And to you.
Saying to much in small words
Letting me rise
Only to flatter.
That’s life here in this God forsaken game.
No Earth to give it what its needs
No Time that helped its leaves.
Falling in a grave
Only to rise again.
Because God only provides
In these to you, will never arise.
Copyright 2013 Edward Perez
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC