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German Rodriguez Aug 2018
The stories we share may have well been written in the sand.
The Sands of time that passed so fast
we merely blinked into a new reality.

Small gusts grab and caress those tiny grains.
The tiny grains that were the skeleton of our stories.
A could be desert of memories turned into a small desolated beach,
with very little sand.

A small peninsula of that sand,
slowly being taken back by the sea.
Each grain; a memory in which we lay
Each droplet of water to separate

So the stories we share
we must write in the sand.
For it will last longer there
Than our hands did in hand
  Jun 2018 German Rodriguez
Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.
German Rodriguez Jun 2018
Stringless lays the bard's lute, as he remembers the mistake of strumming to fierce during his story of the ages.
He has shared his story upon deafen ears.
None heard the tale of an incredible task done by he.
His song dances with the wind as he weeps.

Farmers and warriors alike seek the smith for his skill. Yet none find the tools they sought.
Undesirable guilt follows the smith.
His creations are misused and abused, never was war an interest of his.
Regardless of his intent to protect, his responsibility is to his people.

Becoming lost in the story can cause damage to your song
So lift up your shield, just in case it's too strong
Guilt and pain aside
Every comet has its demise.
German Rodriguez May 2018
Let me show you a world of darkness
Don't fear what you can't see
It is peaceful here.
Silently gracing us with solace.
To find the same world you find when you close your eyes
Can show you not to be afraid of your demise.
German Rodriguez Apr 2018
As long as my hazel-glazed eyes
Can be a witness to the pale cyan sky,
feel the dew covered blades of green grass
between my toes and under my dirt covered feet;
the sense of comfort of a loving home will overwhelm me.
German Rodriguez Apr 2018
Always trying to atone for sin
Like a stabbing or a shooting
Hell we both fit in
Innocent faces, warming smiles, different roads but similar styles
Not many know truth bearing statements
So lets turn it out and turn it in
Purest form like the wings of a dove
All we know is to love.

— The End —