Quién buscaría encarar el éxodo y la diáspora,
huérfanos y despatriados, excedentes de un sistema
que transa en la miseria y la vende al por mayor.

Quién llegaría a envidiar ese explosivo martirio,
el bautismo en sangre que sacudió los cimientos y
movilizó las almas de nuestros hermanos vecinos.

Quién desearía encarar al pelotón y sus fusiles,
cuya incandescencia despertaría la herencia en vida
de Morazán. Quién pensaría anhelar el manto rojo de Marte,
que ha cubierto los rostros y galvanizado los temples
de mil revoluciones.

Anónimos, eufóricos y encolerizados, acogidos por el
estruendo y los gritos sin voz de tus millares, aquellos
que se refugian bajo la sombra de tus bosques; que se bañan
en tus costas y caudales, que viven y luchan en las calles
de tus urbes.

Fueron muchos Honduras tus muertos, víctimas del horror
y la violencia que se proyecta hacia el espejo de tus cielos.
Esa violencia superficial y perniciosa, que no traiciona
al cáncer que carcome y se alimenta de la ignorancia o
la cómplice ceguera de tu pueblo, que duerme en los brazos
de un fracaso de siglos; arrullado en la promesa y el sueño
tenue de tus próceres, que murieron a sabiendas del destino
terminal de esta nación agonizante.

Porcelain man sat there afloat,
unfaced by the turmoil rocking his boat,
surrounded by darkness everywhere he looked,
he gathered the lure and flung off the hook,
fishing for memories in that sea of dread,
enticed by the plummeting depths of his head.

Porcelain man sat there in silence,
amidst the crashing of waves, above an ocean of violence,
waiting in patience for his soul to bite,
hoping to catch a glimpse of its sight,
but try as he did, the hook came up empty,
not a piece of himself in that ocean of plenty.

Porcelain man sat there in vain,
for the person he was, had been lost to the rain,
nor the winds, nor the sun, could give pause to his cause,
whatever life he had left, he would devote to his loss,
he was doomed then, to roam,
forever in search of something that's gone.

I got a new lease on life!

I get to tap
      tap
      tap
    away,

The ugliness that hides away,

Line
after
line,

dot
behind
dot,

Streamline compendium of dispersed                                       thoughts.

In a last act of hope I swung myself from the rope,
maybe they'd get to see it wasn't just my neck that broke,
But I woke up again, feeling wretched again,
Who knew killing myself wouldn't spare me from pain?

I thought I’d finally rest from that insufferable dread,
Not keep on mourning the living and walking the dead.
I guess clocking out early doesn't go down that well,
So, the man in the clouds straight up sent me to hell.

It's on brand I suppose, he's just bitter, that's all,
I only wish I needn't pay for his neglect with my soul.

What do you say we ditch this place?
Go for a walk, kiss, embrace.

What do you say we go to bed?
Get closer and closer till our hearts burn red.

What do you say we fall in love?
You love me, and I love "us".

What do you say we build a home?
Get ourselves a place were we both belong.

What do you say we make this work?
Take the kids to school and hide away the hurt.

What can I say? I did everything wrong.
Can you ever forgive me? Will you ever come home?

What do you want? Didn’t I give enough?
Will you have them for Christmas?
When did love get so rough?





What do you say we ditch this place?