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Victor D López Jan 2022
Drunkard, homeless, god,
With billions of supplicants,
Praying for his help.
You can hear me read a preview of the short story with the same name and theme at https://open.spotify.com/episode/0i6GfdaVIaE00rZR6rMWHK?si=hLLzjfmGQwKcaJppZtzHRA
Victor D López Dec 2021
Why do we search for truth,
In all the wrong places?

Why do we trample true love,
Eyes fixed on the horizon?

Why do we build the crosses,
On which we are crucified?

Why do we sacrifice ourselves,
On altar to our ego?

Why do we discard the pure,
In Quixotic quests for the perfect?

Why do we always find answers,
Only when it is too late?
This free verse piece is inspired by one of my earliest and still my favorite short story, Eternal Quest. I wrote the original version, largely unchanged but for some light editing, when a freshman in college. There are layers to the story--unrequited love, friendship, philosophy, human frailty, and the duality of the human spirit--that were beyond my years and are still central to the core of who I am today.  I am older but not much wiser than my former young, old soul grappling with what it means to be human and to learn inconvenient lessons we prefer to ignore. You can hear me read cold reading of about half of this short story/novelette in one of my podcasts at https://open.spotify.com/episode/6c9kOS2skPxzNJaYtquQKR?si=-DFvQA6gTHW61H5RKWnzuA (a professionally produced version by voice talent Dale Wilcox is also included in the audiobook version of my short story collection, Mindscapes distributed by Audible and Amazon).
Victor D López Dec 2021
Peaches from my tree,
Eaten by deer every fall,
Before I pick them.
Victor D López Dec 2021
I used to be sad,
At the passing of a year,
Not this one or last.

Hope 2022,
Will be better for us all,
Peace, health and good will.
Victor D López Dec 2021
The child in me still yearns,
To sweep above cumulus clouds,
Afterburners engaged,
Contrails marking my passing,
For a time before fading,
Silently screaming,
I am here,
Flying with the angels,
For just a moment,
Leaving behind the chains,
Forever binding me to clay.
Victor D López Dec 2021
Briny ocean breeze,
Fishing boats shepherded home,
By your guiding light.
Victor D López Dec 2021
I love museums that house priceless art,
Strolling quiet galleries transports us,
To worlds masterfully rendered by minds,
That can enhance our vision of the world.

Gaze at a worthy work of art awhile,
And it will speak to you in its own tongue,
It will engage your senses, feelings, mind,
Plant fertile seeds that blossom later on.

But nature too can reach us with her art,
As she inspires artists, poets, you, me,
All around us, all the time, day, and night,
If we but take the time to stop and look.

Lanscapes we notice, sunsets from the beach,
Crystaline pine trees on white winter roads,
Faraway nebula through Hubble's eye,
Earth's blue-white image as seen from the moon.

Her subtler art is also all around,
Sometimes sculpted in moments, like a snowflake,
Some worked for ages by oceans, rivers,
Glaciers, or desert sand blown by the wind.

Whether wrought by intelligent design,
Or mere happenstance devoid of intent,
Nature reigns supreme in art great and small,
A living fine art museum for all.
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