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 May 2019 Kathleen Cisneros
K
They Seductively whispering in my ears
Calling to dive in the darkness.
To be free,
To blend in and to be part of something.
I light up my cigarettes
Absorbing the voices,
All I saw was silhouettes dancing over the moonlight by the balcony,
I closed my eyes
Hearing the deafness,
Divided and torn apart..
Between whether I play the symphony’s or to keep listening to the quietness..
Naked souls,
Do not ask me for more.
I’m leaving to burn what ever is left,
Or kiss me strongly enough to stay in .. locked forever
edited by Kathleen cisneros
 May 2019 Kathleen Cisneros
K
‪I wanna kiss and say goodbye,‬
‪Don’t hesitate to kiss me back,‬
‪My transportation could wait,‬
‪Give me your last affection,‬
‪I want to wrap it up with my dearest moments by your side,‬
‪Print your own signature on my upper lip,‬
‪Navigate your way to my scariest nightmare and clam me with your voice,‬
‪Sing to me for the last time,‬


Baby, baby blue,
Its time for you to sleep,
Baby, baby blue,
I’m sorry for your lose,
But I can’t stay, I have to move.
 May 2019 Kathleen Cisneros
K
I came to make this announcement,

My bones are on fire, till they cracked and burned to aches, I faded Away.

I made it very clear to everyone with my expression.

Laying on the truthfulness floor begging for water to wash the lies hanging in my throat.

I have been mistaken again by my actions.

The bad seeds grow in me and change me, to the tree of the castaway.

Let it rain,

I forgot to uncover,

Let it strike,

I will stand right here, I’m not a runner.

Let it fall,

Let it fall,

Let it fall,

This reality isn’t home,

From now on I’ll be my reality maker.
I could see her face pressed against the pillow
and her sullen eyes fading in gray clouds,
breathing deeply as her hands moved in closer
towards her shadowed cheeks, trickling tears
rolling down her pale skin in somber waves.

I thought her soul was strong like the breezing
seas, supreme and majestic like gigantic mountains,
but her sinking existence is cracked and shattered,
moving in exploding dimensions, dim and meaningless,
offbeat and drained in weight and sound.

I could see her diminishing dreams falling below
the riverside, flowing beneath suffocating bridges,
trying to find the answers to a broken question
lingering inside her brain, how when the tall trees
rock in the night to earth’s landscape, there is no
rhythm, sound, or serenity.
i am absent with myself
because i am too busy
fulfilling the needs
of other people
i am emptying myself to fill you
 Nov 2018 Kathleen Cisneros
Raven
You go from tired
To dying

You go from not wanting to eat
To not being able to

You go from not wanting to wake
To staying in bed all day

You go from skipping a shower every few days
To showering
Maybe once a month

You go from unmotivated
To incapable

You went from tired to dying
And no one noticed

I
Am going from tired to dying
And everyone around
Chooses to ignore
The look in my eyes
Or more so
The look that's not there
 Jun 2018 Kathleen Cisneros
Raven
He writes poetry
But no one knows

He writes poetry
He writes about love
And loss

He writes about smiles
And frowns

He writes about sorrow
And forgotten towns

He writes about how lost he gets
Caught up in his own mind

He writes poetry to
And about others

But no one knows

Know one knows the depth of his soul
Because they all choose to see the exterior
And that exterior screams

Preppy
And preppy
Don't have souls

Or so they thought
Until the day he was consumed
By his own poetry
left my phone unlocked
on the taxi’s back seat,
won't be the last time

called it a few times
finally, the driver picked up

he had a fare immediately after mine,
and was now headed way downtown,
and would call later
when fate returned him nearer my office

and so it came to pass,
very shortly thereafter,

we met on the street,
he rolled down  the window
and with the greatest smile of pleasure,
as if he had won the lottery
beaming,
handed me my phone

I had two $20's to cover any expense he might have incurred,
neatly folded in my hand  
and offered it right up, right away;
but the driver repeatedly pushed my hand away
as I insisted,
saying:

"No sir, no no, not necessary!

Allah sent me a fare
that took me soon back close to you, so,
  no loss of time did I suffer,
so your offer is kindly unnecessary!"


to which I replied,

"exactly!
Allah sent you to me
so I could reward you!"


and with an equally, beaming smile I continued,

"our ride and meeting today,
together was pre-ordained it was


Inshallah!" ^

something he could not dispute...
or my knowledge thereof and it’s
proper pronouncement,
nor
his amazement,
to disguise!

  we parted ways
   each believing,
   each receiving,
a heavenly check plus,
each, credited with a mitzvah^^
on our
respective trip logs,
our humanly divine balance sheets,
kept by the
single
supreme taxi dispatcher
Arabic for ^"God/Allah willing" or "if God/Allah wills," frequently spoken by a Muslim


^^a meritorious or charitable act in the Jewish tradition

FYI,
NYC taxi cab drivers are suffering economically by the explosion of ride hailing app cars, many unable to pay their bills, earn a living, have committed suicide over the past few months
https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/sixth-new-york-city-cab-driver-dies-suicide-after-struggling-n883886

true story, poetry is there for the taking
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