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Omarcito Jul 2021
We used to fly
In our astral space,
Our energies combined,
Soothing my anxiety,
Like a lullaby.
Where did it all go?

See me thru the setting stars,
Past crescent moons
And scarlet silhouettes,
I can no longer
Tell these skies apart.

Darkness gave me a dime
I’d throw it, in Aries’ flames,
To see your face,
One more time.

Anxiety scatters my brain,
Like the salt in the sea,
With images,
Of your emerald green eyes,
Leading me,
To realities,
Of love without rhyme.

While its all clear,
I still have no clue
Where I stand.
I hope my tone of voice
Rings in your head,
As you cross the Atlantic Sea,
As I wave hello,
To memories,
Of your emerald green eyes.
Omarcito Jul 2021
Give someone a joint.
Watch them glow.
Watch the squirrel run down the birch wood tree.

Congruency in lives,
It’s complexity is unmatched like
The Mighty Leaf
Vs
The Hungry Giraffe,
Who’s David?

Lalalaisallthismeans.
Omarcito Jul 2021
change consciousness with another


ashes turn to plastic

giraffes play wack a-mole

i’ll miss you when you’re gone


messages dart his eyes

playing with the devil’s knife
living down,
in the darkness
of my mind
between infant cries
connecting lies
and infernos burning haunted lives


i wish no one
the pain
of a box of broken matches
Omarcito Jul 2021
Human interaction is so interesting,
Yet so simple to understand.
Observe your urges,
Then watch them played out
In front of you, on the big screen.
It takes time to be shown.
It means breaking down
Rustic diner walls.
It means understanding we’re all
So little compared to the energy
Of the Universe, so powerful,
It moves me closer, to you.

At the end of the day,
All we want is importance and love,
But without love
Importance will never fruit
From the tomato plant,
It won’t be the connecting piece
To the BLT sandwich.
Omarcito Jun 2021
Misty like sheets of satin
Look at the seed grow
Around the hole in its
Heart
Or like a butterfly’s
Reincarnation
Omarcito Feb 2021
Powered matter leaves their origin,
Into a land in the distance,
Residing in the hearts of children
Offering everything but resistance,
Exchanging life and his riches
For the taste of blood in their kisses.

A child is a sacrifice
For what is right
In the prophet’s eyes
And minds that are blind
To the lies that bind
His cries and surmise-s.
The prophet’s prophecy
Is to gain profit from gases
More flammable that propane.
His fingers, crossed and lost,
His veins, lost its blue,
His skin, has turns chartreuse
With the sight of the new moon.

A new dawn begins
With the same sun,
Covered by new clouds.
Sounds of the innocent,
Muffled by the lead they’re
Buried in.
Their fears of growth
Disappear with their sight.
But it’s alright,
It’s in the name of Liberty,
Currency, and Democracy.
Omarcito Jul 2020
I look threatening, but I am kind,
I look ignorant, but I am prudent,
I look alive, but I am death.
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