Today I ran six miles you see
It was me, the trees and the people who smiled brilliantly.
And as I ran in much delight
Sun shined in my eyes
On my face
My shoulders warm from its embrace.
Joy has doubled down from all the heartaches and heartbreaks I’ve found.
Life is as simple as this run.
From who I was to what I am and what I’m not.
At age 45 –  its kinda all alright.
People like me don’t need much you see
We are lost in life’s web
And we often times forget our head.
We move with ease and do as we please
Smelling the flowers as we stride.
Millions walk by like stepping stones
So we try
Helping those in need when they cry.
That’s how its posed to be
Age and all from you to me
Older, more a sense for finesse
A patience and less stress.
Three more miles to go
And I laugh at those who never showed.
Those hearts who are blind
Leave genuine love behind
Those in such a short time
Will never find
A love like mine.
Copyright 2013 E.Perez

Haven’t I sung you songs?
Written you into poetry steadily and freely?
Haven’t I brought you along?
And covered you in the night when you felt hearts song?
Haven’t I thought of you when you needed to go run along?
Let you travel on your own
Behind the wheel of a new priced tone?
Wasn’t it Conscientiousness’ effort when I let in?
When you yelled at your children.
And they yelled too?
Wasn’t it a mess learning to live?
But through it all we kept close and hid?
And to you.
Wasn’t it grand how we drank and listened to Disney at night?
Or how we sang karaoke
While others laughed but so what?  What blast we had!
And to you.
Didn’t we bring each other a cup of tea in our time of need?
Leaving you to rest in our nest?
And to you.
Didn’t I pick you up?
Bought, then chose.
The bar I raised.  Then let go.
Just to have you close.
And to you.
What different set of values?
What lie and conviction do you pride on?
I shouldn’t fold – it’s really nothing new..There’s been so many like you.
Appreciation is what’s needed. When all is unforgiving.
It’s the flowers you sent
It’s the call or text
It’s the I’m sorry when I was wrong.
It’s showing when push comes to shove.
And to you.
No talk no banter
No life so what matters?
And to you.
Saying to much in small words
Letting me rise
Only to flatter.
That’s life here in this God forsaken game.
No Earth to give it what its needs
No Time that helped its leaves.
Falling in a grave
Only to rise again.
Because God only provides
In these to you, will never arise.
Copyright 2013 Edward Perez

I need a BBQ Queen!
Someone that can sit easy on me.
Drink and be merry
while all my friends flurry.
She can throw her arms around me
then scold me in a hurry!
I need a BBQ Queen
its that time you see
where spring is in the air
and flames of passion leave smokey
sweet smelling scents
driving my neighbors out to circle
my well kept innocence.
I need a BBQ Queen
To bend and lean
to smile and provide
this simple yet quaint lifestyle
that is just mine.

I can't
It won't
Undertow.
Heat infrequent
adapt or regret.
Spellbound weightless
Ageless pursuit.

People of depth have so much to share
They simply glide in mid-air.
Words and beauty like warm smiles peek,
When one is without a clue or in depths of a shallow creek.
It’s a tongue held firmly in place
When there is no grace
A loving stare with room to spare
A forgiving heart in times of need
A charity pulling on the heartstrings in we.
Stories yet unfold
Of people yet untold
A learning process proceeds
Like those who fly on Golden Wings.

Today - out my window pane
I looked out and now I'm bound to play
to bask in the light and call a few friends who might
just make me laugh in sheer delight!

To live in such a place and in my own space
but to share it all cause life worth living
in this rat race!

Universal Truths
Master your feelings and emotions as truth may tell
Or would you rather remain in the pit of hell?
Don’t get me wrong for loves embrace
But a single love should never be caged.
Single love while pure in form remains small and a fragmented in the world of closed doors.
It only grows but when in day light. Yet when night passes, and trouble is bound
Our sense of love cannot be found.
Such a ruse this lie of heart
It confounds and confuses even the most poetic hearts.
It makes its way, almost as if daily
And circles like a cloud.
It’s so pungent, but its smell can no longer be distinguished
Between the lie’s of hate and what comes between us.
So I say, youth be patient and date to love with the knowledge of weakness.
Having knowledge of who and what
Gives you the speed,
The momentum that swings,
To walk away and succeed,
When you’ve given all players the seats they need.
Stepping stones are often thus,
And trust is always a must.