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Tony Oquendo Aug 2014
Walking in the rain
the clouds a sad shade of gray
I notice my reflection in a puddle
who I was, who I am and who I could have been

The rain washes away all sorrows.  

I am left naked, reborn, looking for my sunny day.
Tony Oquendo Aug 2014
Lo, how the night doth scream her silent fury, the brightness of the sky a prison for my soul, the infinite span of mind where time holds still, a reflection upon the stars

A scream that shatters the stars and the night is broken
The sun deftly approaches, the rain pours down
My soul is drenched, red as a crimson rose

The fire spreads, I am consumed
Where have you gone night?!!  Where are my stars!?!!

The dawn approaches, the scene is set
I draw the curtains close around me, this act is about to end

A whimsical pleasure shared by most, lying in restless slumber while the few battle the onslaught of demons and man alike, ever vigilant, tirelessly or tiredly on guard against the approaching dawn, that the knight might stand and win the battle against the approaching dawn

But she comes, radiant and warm in her beauty
Bringing new life, new hope, a new day

And I scream
Once upon a time I developed severe Insomnia.  Not knowing what was happening I tried to manage as day and night blurred and my world turned inside out.  Eventually, one day, for whatever reason, I wrote this.  Somehow, it helped.  

This was my first attempt at writing, rather unintentional.
Tony Oquendo Aug 2014
I wash the world from my body.  Thick in its desires, its wants and needs.  Heavy with grief and suffering.  I try to purge myself of the violence and greed and the fascination with death and dying.  

I shed clothes as a knight shedding his armor in hopes that the light will find a way to cleanse my soul.

I lie exposed for all to see.  No barriers, no cover-up, just me.  But you turn away.  Do I disgust you?  My head hangs low.  The water pouring down my back.  Should I wash away too?  Would you know I was gone?

My sins are cleansed but the water continues to pour.  There is no friend, there is no love, there is no god.  I am man, incomplete.

As I wash away, I see you coming.  Will you rescue me?  Or am I already lost?  A trickle, a tear, a drop of water in the shower.
Tony Oquendo Aug 2014
I loved you for your broken soul, your frightened eyes and lonely tears
I offered you my shallow pride, my hidden scars and jealous fears

I fought with you and yelled at you all the while my eyes crying out Why can't you just hold me one more time?!!  

But you are not here, only the scars you left behind.
Tony Oquendo Aug 2014
Many are the things I would say to you
if I knew I would not have you tomorrow

I would hold your hand
and laugh and cry
and share in your joys and sorrows

And as the sun sets tonight
if I whisper just right
I hope my words you will hear

I will always love you
and in my heart
you will always be near
From a place of pain and loss to all who have suffered the same.  May you find peace in your hearts
Tony Oquendo Aug 2014
Soft as a mothers glow, this star so warm and bright
from a place too far away to hold, yet warms a summers night
as evening falls to sleep it goes this stoic friend of mine
upon a new day she unfolds, hello my sweet sunshine
Tony Oquendo Aug 2014
Do you seek comfort from the rain
or dance before the coming storm
have restless slumber, hidden pain
or misery that would be no more,
fallen skies broken dreams
or hopes for something out of reach
shed a tear or brim with laughter
let your actions be your speech
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