Baby I've met someone else,
she has gorgeous dark hair;
she likes to hear all my tales,
I think we make a beautiful pair.

Baby her hand fits in mine,
just like yours did back then;
but maybe I'm wasting her time,
comparing her to you back when.

Baby she listens to the same music you do,
she even likes the same singer as you;
her favorite song is the one we danced to,
Oh baby, I'm still loving you.

Will you remember my name?
When the voice on the intercom says it along with an obituary.
When the sound of my name during class gets called but the entire classroom sits in silence.
Will you remember my face?
When I held the door for you but never received recognition;
when I saw you on the hallway and waved hello but you simply stared and passed me by.
Will you remember my voice?
When I got scolded for talking trying to get your attention.
When I got sent to the hall for being childish trying to make you laugh.
Will you remember my eyes?
The eyes you always seemed to catch glaring at you;
the same eyes that shed a tear when you screamed to leave you alone.
Will you remember me?
Will you remember laughing and telling your friends of the weird kid who thought he had a chance.
Will you remember the weird kid that was there when you stumbled crossing the street?
Will you remember being pushed and the abrupt break of four wheels:
Will you remember the crimson on your clothes when you turned around,
and also...
Did you remember to pick up my letter from the ground?

I learned to like it
Alone atop the mountain
Lonely is the mind

If I could hold that second for a millenia,
and hold your warmth around my own.
If I could make those lyrics and that song last an eternity,
Trust me honey that I would.

If I could freeze that dance floor and make us the only dancers,
If I could only tell you the thousands words I should've said,
recite the poem I had practiced instead of dumbly staring at your hazel eyes.
If I could've kissed your lips at least once more,
Honey trust me that I would.

Let it flow through you,
as cold waters in an icy river.
Let the steam within you cool down,
though it may cause you a fever
let your spirit drown.

Lay still and blend in with your room,
let the darkness stain your rags.
Open the window for the moonlight,
let it be your soul companion,
be calm, don't fight it.

Drink from the springs of youth,
don't let the waters pass you by.
Let the emotion over take you,
no matter how much you cry,
it will be worth in the end.

Tear the paper and start over,
sharpen the pencil then snap it again.
Think of me or think of your lover,
the paper the ground, your tears the rain.
Let it flow through you, yes even the pain.

Don't rush it, take your time,
let it flow through you.
Don't worry if no words come out,
let the darkness encase you.
Cry if you will and spill on the page,
let the emotions over take you.

Let it flow through you.
Let it flow through you.
Let it flow through you.

I was looking at the night sky from a hill,
feeling the fresh breeze kissing my face,
with nothing running through my mind,
except for the portrait of you;
the one I keep on the right wall of my heart.

The moon looked like a giant disco ball,
and the heavens were the dance floors;
the passing satellites were microphones,
you and I were the dancers,
and the stars our record players.

We danced through the constellations,
forming love hearts with our feet.
The minutes became millenniums,
and it was just you and I,
dancing alongside the angels.

But a morning light began ascending,
and the sun arose from the horizon,
burning through the portrait of you:
The music stopped playing,
and my stars were dying out.

My dream became a nightmare,
but it was just reality waking me up,
I was alone in the mountain top.
And it saddened me to see,
you'll be happier without me.

The bed that cradles the crying man.
The pillow that holds his endless tears.
His window sees him and cries with him.
Quiet thunder lights up his darkness;
but only for a moment,
enough time for the crying man to open his red stuffy eyes,
and realize his bedside is still empty;
as empty as the hole left in his heart.
And he continues weeping from night till dawn,
for his darling dear will never come back.

Putting make up on my face,
So of my sorrow there’s no trace,
So that no one sees my pain,
While standing in the rain.

Hoping my makeup will not taint,
And reveal what I really ain’t.
"Oh boy can’t you see I’m not a saint",
if you saw behind my mask you’d probably faint.

But believe me when I tell you that I love you,
But we’re both so different and that I’ve told you.
Maybe it’s just simply destiny,
That forbidden lovers we’re meant to be.

When the time comes
That my heart no longer beats
my bones will rattle in a wooden cage
And my soul will still scream
I was once a Marine

If life takes me down dark roads
Or if I climb the highest hills
If I'm rich or I'm poor
I will still remember deep within
I was once a Marine

To Tun Tavern
And to Basilone
To Chesty To Smedley
To Mattis and the EGA
To the halls of Montezuma
To the shores of Tripoli

If for twenty or only four
It is still the birthday of our corps
To 247 I will toast and say
Raise hell and semper Fi
Do or die. For once a Marine.
Always a Marine.

For when the time comes,
that your soul no longer mourns;
your spirit has no aches,
and your heart has healed all breaks.

When the culprit of such pain,
has left with nothing gained,
and walks away in vain,
Will you be happy or insane?

Tell me dear of those dreams,
of your moaning and your screams.
How only the moon gleams,
in that land of evergreen.
Is your mind still in its place?
Or have you fallen from your grace.
Wipe the tears off from your face.
Hide your shame and your disgrace.
The sun went down with him along,
leaving you sad and alone,
are you falling off your throne?
In your life that’s just a thorn.

It's two in the morning,
The end of December.
I'm staring at the abyss that is my ceiling.
Pondering my own death,
Which I've been contemplating often
As of late,
Not in a suicidal or sadistic kind of way,
But rather,
The fear that comes with embarking
On that journey.
This chapter is coming to its finality
And not where I wanted it to end.
A cliffhanger of majestic proportions.
Tomorrow will be the last day for many,
The first for others.
I'm broken
Physically,
Spiritually,
Mentally.
I dream of a lady every now and then,
She always appears the same,
Resting on a wooden rocking chair,
The smell of pinewood fills the air,
A lady bug lands on her right index finger.
She stares back and smiles,
Sunlight reflects on her pupils.
Perhaps it is my grandmother,
Telling me she's in a better place.
I think I'm the lady bug searching for somewhere to rest.
I stare at nothing, and see my reflection.
At first there was nothing but darkness,
Then God said "Let there be light."
My wife turns on the bedside lamp,
Passes me a pillow and tells me good night.
Lights out once more.
My dog begins barking,
Or a noise between a bark and a whimper,
He does that often.
I caress his back and he grunts,
but at last, his nightmare is over.
I stare at the ceiling and the weight of the darkness is heavy on my eyes,
So I close them and ponder some more.

Why do tears taste like saltwater?
When we're so far away from any shore.
Why do our eyes turn red?
When all we feel is blue.

Why does time never go back?
We make so many mistakes.
Why must it always be too late?
To say I'm sorry and to forget.

Why does time only slow down
When its "goodbye" and nothing else,
The only words that we can say.
Forgive. Hold on. The silence yells.

Why do tears taste like saltwater?
Might be the reason the ocean's blue.
Why can't we face the mirror wall?
Why do we do...the things we do?

Why must we become contenders?
What happened to the word "partners"?
I ask my reflection and I ask you.
Why do tears taste like saltwater?

Ignorance and stupidity are both diseases,
ignorance can be cured with knowledge,
stupidity is terminal.

Laugh all you want at my pain,
pretend you have no memory of my name;
but for all the times that you saw me in tears,
oh darling, you better cover your ears.

You can evade me in the city,
and tell all your friends you simply had pity.
Assure them you moved on and I hold a grudge,
it’s alright honey, I will not budge.

But even if your mind wrote our story in a different way,
your eyes will never let you hide away,
your lips will always yearn the touch of mine;
but by the time you realize you loved me back,
I will have healed with time.

Caught in the spark of a frozen glass,
in between the distance were two eyes meet.
Indifferent to the senseless talking of the mass,
an elfen smile so exciting yet so discreet.

Ignorant to the paradox that is gravity and time;
the dark curls bounced ever so slightly against the wind,
and as a castaway I fell for what I knew had to be mine;
as a mirage by the bleeding moon overpowering my mind.

Carried by the echoes of the chilling air against my ears,
roses and tulips couldn't compare to that fragrance.
Yet the missing puzzle was found and it was in my tears,
and it was all lost because of my utter arrogance.

The days turned to months and the months turned to years;
The goods turned to byes and the love turned to hate.
We achieved nothing but what we claimed was our worst fear,
yet here I stand wondering whether it'll be too late.

But I won't say sorry and neither will you,
so all there's to do is live on those memories;
never admitting who was wrong and who was true,
slowly letting the years we had turn to centuries.

And as the roses you adored so much,
you and I will fall into decadence,
putrefying our souls holding on to a grudge,
united only by our utter arrogance.

I don't blame you for what happened between us.
Our castaway love had become stranded in empty moments
that like torn pages in books, we bought in garage sells,
but never read, and placed so highly upon bookshelves,
Now covered in dust.
The same sad songs play over and over in the back of my thoughts,
but there's no secret chord that will lift up and ignite the fire that once burned so brightly.
Winter came and with her she took the warmth of your body,
the light in my eyes,
the taste of your lips,
the very breath from my lungs,
and the memory of the sound your mouth makes when you'd tell me
"I love you."
The seasons changed,
and spring came without her cherry blossoms.
The vessels that contained our hopes sailed away,
while we were still miles from realizing how far apart we were.
There's nothing left,
but the deafening silence of us,
face to face,
with nothing left to say,
just the memory of our fallen love,
what once was, what could've been.
you and I, no more.

He sat to my right in class,
never did much,
he simply wrote through the lesson,
maybe that's why he couldn't pass.

He spoke of limericks and sonnets,
he loved haikus and free verse;
he liked talking but hated listening,
so he always failed the tests.

He told me he published a book,
in fact I saw it, placed on his desk.
I asked if I could take a look,
maybe then he'd let me rest.

He kept on talking even then,
wouldn't let me hear the lesson,
but I did not want to offend,
so I smiled till the end.

He failed the class my poet friend,
but I heard he had another book,
he goes by selling it to public libraries,
maybe one day I'll take a look.

I've had it! I told myself, "It's been five days and his lights still keep me awake!" My neighbor John, -whom I by the way have had a few issues with in the past-, would not turn off the lights in his living room, which I would not have a problem with, if it weren't for his living room window being directly across my room.
Every night he stands by his window facing my room, he moves from time to time, but it seems though he prefers to stand there and watch. I wake up, and he still stands there, I would reply or scream at him, but I'm not sure he could hear me, plus I'm not sure he can see me, since the curtains in my house are always closed, still, the light from his house reflects onto my bedroom.
I go to work, and he's standing there, at night when I get ready for bed, he stares, and I know because I can see his shadow simply creeping, yet I can't help but feel pity; you see, John's girlfriend left him two months ago and John became heart broken, refusing to come out of his house. I would usually see him watering his peach tree, or working on his jeep, but for the past five days John hasn't stepped outside, nor has he moved from his **** window while I'm there.
It's been enough days and I've had it, I walked to John's house and slammed on his door, but no reply. I knew he was in there, I'd just seen him through my living room window. "You better open this door John!", I said banging against the front door; still there was no sound. "I will break this door open if you don't answer!", I turned the doorknob; but it wasn't locked. I simply stepped in ready to give John a piece of my mind; but I was five days too late. John was gone, except for his body still hanging from the ceiling...

If I could take back time,
from my chronic back;
if I could regain,
the things I now lack.

I would turn the tide,
so I could heal my scars,
and regain the life,
lost behind this bars.

If I could take back time,
and be young again,
I'd return what's mine,
all I should have gained.

I would've slowed my pace,
or walked a different hall.
So I could face the face,
in the mirror wall.

If the sands of time,
had blown a different way:
If society cared for my kind,
I wouldn't have sailed away.

I'd take that second chance,
to start again back home.
I'd dance a different dance,
and do the things I didn't do,
But know now I should've done.

The mirror weeps
The same old tears
That fell upon me
All of those years

My arms they've held
The lives now lost
I've lived their life
But at what cost

I'm not the poet
That I once was
I'm not the man
Of days now past

If loneliness is nothing more
Than a lonely robin hiding
From the cold inside a pine tree
In the middle of a frozen northeastern
Central park,
Then I'm the bark wood collected beneath
It's claws.

A bottle and a kiss, a taste of whiskey on your lips,
You and I, my Ford Explorer, a park, nighttime.

Love dew, dripping from your thighs, vibrations, emotions,
roses on the dashboard, a prom ticket on the floormat.

The air, full blast, our sweat steaming fingers on the windows.

Your dark hair curls in my mouth, my fingers at your waist,
your hands on my back, my tongue on your lips.

We explore each other as if searching for something in the dark,
We love each other like two people who cannot love themselves,
Nothing is left to the imagination, I see my reflection,
within your caramel eyes, one last time.

The song finishes, the bottle finishes, we finish.
Everything ends.

Tell me what would you do?
If your mother was told
That she's less than a man,
Or somebody called her old.

Tell me what would you do?
If your daughter came home
With a hole in her heart,
Cause of what some guy's done.

Tell me what would you do?
If your little sister cried,
Cause a man told her,
That she'll never have rights.

Tell me what would you do?
If one day your wife,
Was told that she's worth less,
Than another man's life.

Wouldn't all that upset you?
Wouldn't it make you cry?
Then why would you do it?
And still call yourself a guy.

Let me tell you my friend,
Women are gifts of nature,
Who give love with no end,
They're the mothers who nurture.

They're the daughters we love,
Our little princess at home,
They're a sweet little dove,
That lovely voice on your phone.

They're the woman you'll marry,
And with one you'll grow old,
Oh please my words carry,
Write down what I've told.

If one day you're lucky,
To have one by your side,
Make sure that you love her,
And for God's sake treat her right!

In the corner of my study,
Behind the kitchen stove,
Underneath the bed,
Inside an empty bottle of whiskey,
Just on top of the refrigerator,
And in the forgotten thoughts
That like blood passed through my brain
And lingered my heart,
Lie the rotten thoughts of poems
I never wrote...

I hung your picture on the wall,
placed your memories somewhere tall,
I drove my car out of town,
and buried our love letters on the ground.
Still my mind cannot destroy,
how to you I became a toy.

You were once my queen and now you’re gone;
I’m just a king with an empty throne.
Your vase of roses is always full,
unlike my life that now is dull.
Yet the reality that I must face,
is that your heart always held his place.

But I’ll continue loving you;
In lonely nights dream I’m holding you.
And when people ask me in the town,
Why my smile is always down;
The only thing that I will say,
Is her name started with a J.

There's a slumber party in the cemetery going on,
yet here I am trapped in my bed all by my own.
There are dressed up corpses shaking in their caskets,
while I lay here like an apple in a basket.

The concerto of hell is playing tonight,
and in the rings of fire there's a fight.
The cadavers are all dancing till they rot,
I may as well place my head inside a knot.

To the six feet under ball is where I'm going,
tonight I let the rivers of blood start flowing.
This year's monster mash I cannot miss,
so good bye I wave you with a kiss.

You can come too and I'll get you a matching casket;
common now all you got to do is ask it!

I never knew freedom
Was just as much of a prison
As looking out the window
Thru four metal bars.

Another day
Still waiting
Waiting to live
Waiting to die

I see them on the streets
Cars with no destination
Aimless pedestrians
Empty bone sacks

They are me
I am them
Walking past the river
In search of water

The springs of my youth
Are flowing by like a midday parade
And I can only spectate
I thirst for more

I never knew

Spring only lasts one second
Summer an hour
Autumn an eye wink
And winter just long enough

To see myself
Behind four metal bars.

Darling I can't forget you,
I promise you I try,
I pretend I don't care about you,
but the longer I try, the more that I cry.

Love of mine I can't walk away,
I'm unable to stop calling your name,
I cannot simply go day by day,
with a hole in my heart making me lame.

Princess I'm scared,
terrified of the night,
because without you I'm bare,
you and only you were my light.

Sweetheart you're fading from me,
but maybe I already faded from you,
and that's the worst place to be,
in the shadows losing you.

The old men keep their secrets
And so do I
The young men speak too much
And time doesn't stand still
Everyone has wisdom to share
But their mouth trips them
And they spew *******
There is a reason
We have two ears
But only one mouth

Entre la locura y la razón,
Esta el escondite de mi corazón,
Y las palabras que te quise decir
Más por cobarde me conforme con escribir.
Me perdí en tu mirada una noche de martes,
Con la esperanza de que pudiéramos ser amantes.
Tal vez de ti me enamoré muy deprisa,
Pero deje de pensar cuando mire tu sonrisa.
Camine hacia tu como persiguiendo el viento,
Buscando la manera de decirte lo que siento,
Pero tuve miedo no te miento,
Y ahora sólo me arrepiento,
Ahora, que te veo con el.

Te fuiste hace muchos años,
En busca del sueño americano.
yo me quede esperándote,
Soñando solo con volverte a ver.

Los años han volado como mariposas en busca de un clima más cálido,
Y también así mi juventud,
Dejándome en un frío invierno.

Dios hizo la tierra, y el hombre hizo las fronteras.
Dios nos dio leyes, y el hombre hizo órdenes.

Eres un prisionero del país
Que una vez prometió la libertad,
Y yo he sido sentenciada a la libertad,
Libertad, sin ti.

Nuestras banderas sangran rojas,
Con tanta pasión como mi corazón late por ti,
Incluso hasta el día de hoy...
Y ambas brillan de blanco,
La pureza de nuestro amor.

La tuya es roja blanca y azul,
Y azul es como me siento sin ti.
La mía estampada con un águila.
con las alas abiertas,
volando un día hacia ti.

Te esperaré en el desierto donde ahora yacen los soñadores,
con ilusiones y esperanzas
De un día estar entre tus brazos otra vez.

Te fuiste hace muchos años,
En busca del sueño americano.
Y yo sigo esperando, soñando,
Soñando solo, con volverte a ver.

I am but a shadow,
a walking corpse;
my insides are hollow,
with a sense of remorse.

My body is so tense,
this life I don't cherish;
this journey is so dense,
I feel I may perish.

I search for distractions,
to cover the pain;
I use mere attractions,
but nothing I gain.

Tomorrow when the sun rises
I will not
The birds will stand at your window
And sing their morning melodies
But I will no longer hear them

Tomorrow when the sun rises
I will not
The sun will come and wake you with a kiss
And warm my now cold bedside pillow
But you will no longer feel me

Tomorrow when the sun rises
I will not
The seven o'clock alarm will go off loudly
And the news will start blabbering about
But there will be nothing new from me

Tomorrow when the sun rises
I will not
The smell of coffee will engulf the house
And the scent will wake your eyes
But I will no longer thirst

Tomorrow when the sun rises
I will not
But do not miss me nor cry for me
For I will be gone in body but not in spirit
And in heaven's gates I'll wait for you

For the morning that the sun rises,
Without you

I'm looking for a dancer,
A midnight chancer.
One hand to hold,
A secret told.

I'm searching for a lover,
Mine own Mallory,
And when it's all over,
A memory.

I'm begging to Eros,
He give me one chance,
To fire his arrows,
And find me a heart.

Thats all I'll send,
No prayers or messenger doves,
Just a poem with no end,
I'm searching for love.