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Braulio Romero Jun 2014
Who was it I? who took this trip?
My heart it don’t mind but you become my crush
You earned it by conversation and melting my eyes
There was a boy broken down like a tree shattered branches and stolen leaves
He spoke big words and I run around in snow
My aches and faints I black out more
Who? Pointing at you?
Zion and Israel we’ll take a trip or two
The lights keeps settling before the rain comes our way
Braulio Romero Jun 2014
And the evil spirits came through the window during a storm
wreaking havoc around those that caused it
the shouting and screaming all those unknown
the masks the monsters wore broke apart to turn into dust
and the bad man entered to watch the children sleep, grinning hate towards his past
the burning candles disintegrated into a shape of a witch causing a young boy to act out in misbehavior
the thunder erupted in our sleep
Braulio Romero Jun 2014
He loves all living things he gives a fallen meteor first aid
my bones rap with hollow stones on fence links and severed toes
When the sky cries he has feelings to rain
They get high fevers and tremors to calm themselves down
Everytime I see a picture of you my heart goes numb

Hear the whisper in the spring touch my skin
Don’t help the snow
it’s melting out the cold from the water  dripping down the sewer pipe hole
When the day brings the haze, wash my soul on the gutter and sit by the window pane
My heart trembles because it’s grateful to be alive but it stumbles to know what’s on your mind

All that I know this rain has sinked us down so low
But all I know that it’s dull as it sounds
What was my damage to suit myself in any care, oh where?  
Either I fear the dawn
Braulio Romero Jun 2014
I died in the black and white of the Great Depression
I died in the blast of Hiroshima
I died in the forests of Vietnam
And none of them knew who I was
But when I died in America’s recession I was lying on the pavement
And my head was sticking out my cardboard smoking a cigarette
Pleading for a second chance at life, another birth to come out of a hole

I was bleeding to live the life like others
Marrying together and Christmas was every other year
When my tears fell apart at the sight of my children opening their gifts
All the things I made for them and Christ, are you listening?
I’m blessed at the moment and nothing is wrong

They asked if I believed
They asked if I hoped
And they asked if I prayed
And they asked if wanted to come back to earth
And I told them all I never thought I could exist again
Braulio Romero Jun 2014
We met when the dead roamed the earth
We played tricks with the ghosts that lost their heads
We haunted the houses of the people whose hair’s stood in the air
You wanted the dark to give birth
I wanted to pray and you’d hope they all die
To another side of you that I never saw
You wanted possession
All the curses from before came back  and took over the world
All my cracking bones have been salted and dusted
And I lost the will to live in disgust
The only thing that keeps me alive is my own heart which begins to beat suddenly
Braulio Romero Jun 2014
I notice you see me before I watched you clinging in your window
If I cling to your window, would you let me watch you?
Do you think you’ll ever notice with so much within your fortress?
Getting lonely at work and sick of nobody noticing you
The people your age love fast food and trouble, living against purple trees and near the Atlantic
Don’t get so frantic from being so lonely and far away so distantly
Fassbinder’s has you on Camera two so he’s switching your attitude to 35 millimeter
Making you gentle like the sands of Portugal

The tendons of your right knee is hurting me intensely
And Astro-projection is a spiritual travel to reach me over the dimensions
It’s so hard to sleep when your heart’s sinking in deep
Watching the sheep float by like the betraying lover’s that never say goodbye
There’s something in me, something in me that wants to steal the holiness
from the Vatican standing still swiftly down in Italy
maybe the next Michelangelo  art masterpiece
I notice you see me before I watched you clinging in your window
Braulio Romero Jun 2014
A soft thud from the sky
It was only rain falling on the ground and it formed a desperate puddle
There are sounds being done on purpose
How ghastly have you tossed and turned
I was sitting next to my friend in his home and then I heard such a frightful noise outside
Sirens and these sirens kept going on forever
An emergency test that echoed like torture

Is it the government or the holy?
Should I keep staring up so high and wait until they shine the light
I met a man in a sharp suit across the street and was gone before he told me
Trust no one
He ran and ran and man did I ran
Maybe a devil is in the brain
Strange sounds began to occur in the world
Everyone stopped on their toes

Loud noises in the streets
Loud noises in your sleep
Loud noises in the thoughts
Loud noises from the war
Loud noises from the children in the neighborhood
Loud noises of guns, battles and fights
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