I'm hunched over pain
trying to straighten my spine

but on the desk, I got
too many problems to solve
and a brain that has lost
all of its spark

I was once on top of my marks
...
Don't know, how I lost my marker.

May be Alzheimer's
is horse riding my back,
pushing me
Closer to death'a
finishing line?

My sleep abandoned me
when being Awake greeted me tightly
into the needs of my babies

Now my sleep wanders alone
like a hungry dog searching for food

So at nights I chase my sleep
with whatever I can find in the fridge
but my sleep runs away
as soon as my babies awake

Dark night
where the moon often hides amidst the clouds
and the stars are distant so far away from our sight
Tell me, how do you feel tonight?

how do you feel by knowing many fear to walk
the streets when you are the only company they got?



Dark night
this is something you must know,
When I see you, I grab a flashlight or some lamp
I’m not scared of you per se
I’m afraid I would tumble down the road with the first rock that gets in my way

Dark night
With your presence, you blind me so
I become so blind that I need to rely in the senses that I usually don’t

if I were a boat
sailing alone in the ocean blue
I might sink
right under the bright moon
but if I were that boat
sailing a castaway into safe landing
I would float
regardless of how broken
I may be

Just like that, within a breeze,
the winds that swayed my thoughts for you,
stopped blowing
and my thoughts finally ceased to sway
for you for the first time

the sun once told me
how the ocean evaporated for him
how the birds flew right under him
how he energized the flowers and trees
how pretty much the world revolved around him
but how he wished
to feel at least a quarter of the warmth he so constantly gives

written in the sky
is my name a star
blinking from afar

Within the truth lies a truth so truthful
that lies cannot lie about

I’m soft
almost like jelly
too soft
with a giggly like spirit
so every time
anyone harms me
I forget it, it just goes through,
or sometimes
it just bounces off to them

I cannot read your mind,
Nor can I predict your thoughts,
( even if I wish I could )
So how am I to know?

You know,
communication is the key,
that unlocks understanding
And helps everyone coexist
on the same plane of reality.

So when you speak to me,
Speak straightforward,
not cheek on tongue,
Not with metaphors or similes,
just straightforward,
Tell me what you want
And I'll tell you, what I want
Straightforward.

that's it.

And if what I want
And if what you want
Is not the same as what I want
nor the same as what you want
we'll think of something,
together,
to arrive to what we both want,
If not,
We'll think of something,
together,
to arrive to something
entirely different of what we both want.

But we both will decide.

Communicate, be patient, and respect
Each other's wishes, needs, and wants.

She was herself like some kind of bookshelf
which held hundreds books that no one read
One of those books
had pictures of seas with mountains of trees
that no one dare see
and in those trees were roses of bones
dripping cold blood into her veins

I was once silence
echoing
loud in your mind


Now I’m just
silence

Sshhh

Good night

I write what I write
Just to write what I have to write
Because if I write
to not write what I have to write
It'll be like I write
to write what I want to write
But this art of writing
does not work like that

When you see the sea and a poem,
It makes you wonder doesn't it?

Waves of thoughts begin to form...
you can't help but noticed
that the majority of people prefer Poetry that is raw...

It's as if writing or reading a poem creates the effect as if those written words form waves that come towards the shore of a sheet of paper...

And if the reader is unprepared, those waves can ebb him back to where the waves come from

And drown him in the sea of thoughts

Man, I don't know...

But I could be a bottle,
lost and found,
First thrown into a sea to wander
Then thrown into a sea to be found
But hey, here I am,
floating in a sea, swaying in between waves,
Then floating here, into your hands,
With a message to say
Be just, be Kind

Live life with dignity,
And love,

Oh love,
live life.

Don’t try to change me. I’m not play dough.
You cannot mold me nor shape me to your likes.
I am what I am, period.
That’s that.

what hides in this chest?
a pleasure I treasure?
or a pain without measure?

Forgive me love,
I've been floating in your currents
Like a castaway who built a boat,
I've been swimming in your currents,
in search for the Earth that I belong,
Where you and I, could build a home,

So forgive me love,
I tried to drown in your love,
But I cannot. I need to breathe.
I need to live. I need to continue give it strokes,
Until I reach the place where we belong.

Day
You come along without pretending
Sometimes you are moody
Stormy, windy, sunny
Other times, you are cold

But you don't pretend
You are who you are
Regardless, people like you or not
But most of the time
They accept you the way you are
And in some occasions
They even try to acclimatize their lives
according to your moods

I long for the day, education would be free
Where studying is not an obligation
But a passion to know about our world
Where hunger is a forgotten word
amid our stomachs
But not amid our souls

I long of the day, when starvation would
**** no one but the spirits of evil doers
To be reborn
Into a world
Where those who work work:
As a means of filling up their spiritual void,
of giving their time to our world,
of Passing up time for the sake of protecting those
who would decide to live a normal life,

But also
As a means of getting closer to God.

I am not deem to be a judge
Whatever I read
Screams back at me

And I can't tolerate the screams
They are too loud
For my ears to hear

And I guess
All I really want
Is silence
Peace
Resonating within me

Let’s try something different today.
Let’s see
Something...

Some things never change.

But wait, that’s a lie
Everything changes

People change
at least physically
Skin wrinkles as time passes by
It’s as if Time itself was water
and people submerge themselves
in it for a long... well...
a long time...

everyone swims in this water
some float naturally
others drown themselves in it
some suffocate with it
others just enjoy it

But no matter what
Water changes
at least its composition
some water have more minerals or vitamins in it
Other waters are more salty
Some are sweeter
there’s also polluted water
Yup, water changes

and we know in which water to swim
And we can choose from which Water to drink
But as Time changes
do we get that choice?

May be the stars were out of my reach,
exactly how you used to preach
But their light guided my dreams

Stop! Don’t give any step forward.

I’m like a loaded gun tossed on the ground
ready for someone to pull the trigger

Proceed with caution.

This anger
Angers me more
than the anger I felt
while being angered
Yesterday

It's just that this anger in me
Consumes the anger of yesterday
Plus it feeds
Upon the anger of my yesteryears.
It just grows and grows,
While feeding and devouring,
the angers I felt
in my past

It intensifies
yet it digests the leftovers
from my past angers.

It does.

But even worst,
This anger of mine
Never sleeps
It just feeds and grows,
At all times.

It's a glutton, right?

If by chance my lord you hear me,
Please, help me think clearly,
Help my heart feel ease
Help my mind feel at peace
Help my soul connect with both
yes, with my heart and mind, with both

And if by chance dear god you hear me,
Help me be at peace,
Clear my thoughts from unwanted thoughts
Yes, my lord purify my body and soul.

I could become a pen and lay in a desk forever,
I could wait hidden in a drawer and wait there forever,
but what's the use of being a pen?

Sometimes I wonder...

Is it fair to remain in one place until the ink dries,
until there's nothing else in me
that could leave a mark anywhere in the world?

Is it fair to be in one place until someone comes looking for me,
Until with me
that someone could leave a mark anywhere in the world?

Though at times I ponder...

Why can't I just be the person who holds the pen?

And then I think,
I will suffice with just being like a pen.

If in order to create, one must destroy,
Then what did God destroyed,
In order to create us?

I was a student roaming through thoughts,
always getting lost in the alleys
Of people's words,
Their sentences were cities I wanted to visit,
And I did, I visited these cities via my thoughts,

Though My thoughts were the feet that walked me through their cities,
And their cities were the ideas that captivated me with their beauty,
I was amazed at their grandeur, that I became a tourist to capture the monuments of their truths with my own hands, as if these hands held a camera, capable of capturing what others could not see.

But even then, I still could not make an album of the pictures that I took,
my pictures became collages, mixing one with the other, creating a whole new complete passage, or picture I should say, one that everyone could admire with their eyes, but one that wasn't real to the naked eye, nor one that anyone could touch, unless we all worked towards constructing it for ourselves.

Do I feel what I write or do I write what I feel? I know that I write what I feel, but somewhere in between the lines, I feel what write, I just feel it to the point that I write what I feel.

I don't know
But somewhere in my chest
I feel you

It must be the warmth
This energy that comes from within
That keeps me alive
And at the same time feeling stable

It must be this feeling
That comes from within
that warms me up
From the center of my chest
Until this energy flows
Through out my body

It must be this feeling I get that I don't feel anything else

God if by chance, I were to forget about you
Please, do come, knock into my door
And if by chance, I were to not open
Please, my lord, make yourself at home

here, here is the key.
Here, come in

This my heart is the door
This my life is your home

I'm a plant, aren't I God?
I always seem to extend my faith
towards the light

As if my faith were branches,
trying to reach you
wherever you are,

It's just growing and growing,
Becoming greener and greener,
But too green
to fully understand
that the drier One gets, the easier
One burns with the fire of hell

Oh Jesus Christ,
I follow you day and night,
I know you are righteous and just
And that in good people, you are found

Oh Jesus Christ,
I love you with all my heart.
In you, I find the strength
And the courage to go on in life

I know it's not easy to do what is right
And that often we deviate from our paths
But oh Jesus christ,
I met a man,
Who makes me feel energize, and alive,
Who gives me the joy, that I needed to continue following your path.

I do not understand these night words
That come to me like stars,
shining in my thoughts,
I extend my hand to reach to them,
But they are too far away, beyond a sense,
I feel like a child at a flat roof of life,
just swaying in a hammock that God built for me,
But I'm just amazed, flabbergasped to say the least, I simply enjoy watching the stars shine when my brothers watch it with me.

If by chance the hands of time
has shaken my hands with blessings,
I would greet anyone
with a handshake

But if by chance the hands of time
have embraced me with compassion
I would embrace anyone
who needs of that compassion

Yet if by chance the hands of time
has touched me with love
I would love everyone
But I would not touch all


Of that I'm sure

May be, I am this book on my lap?
the one I usually close to nap.
Then I awake to open it again
but its content makes no sense
Then it does, later, it does not...

May be, I am this pen on my hand?
The one I always seem to understand
whenever I write my ideas down.
It feels like we are fully synchronize
except when its ink runs out...

May be, I am the sofa where I sit?
The one that's quiet and usually doesn't quit
it keeps on holding someone else's weight
Until the weight becomes too much
And then it breaks...

May be, I am just a human like everyone else?
The one that's feels a certain way
but the way she feels
It's not justified by the way she lives
Yet still, she feels like this....

And she doesn't know

Why?

Ripples of emotions forming on its own;
My heart seems to be a lagoon
And my feelings some kind of rock:
First, tossed over the surface,
Then, falling deep within my soul...

I guess, that's what some people call love.

a dark cloud
storms rivers
with raindrops

the sunset
stars the sky;
with darkness

My lord, my God,
You are my world.
In you, I live.
In you, I am alive.

Without you, I'll be
not even dust.
I'll be nothing for sure,
yes, not even a ghost.

She was the kind to cook according to her moods
When she was happy, all her food tasted extremely good
But when sadness overthook her heart,
And when bitterness overtook her soul,
her cooking ability became sad,
And bitter ...

Plus she refused to eat any  more sadness in her life
Or any more bitterness

That all her cooking went

To waste

Flower me in a *** of love
and let me rise like a rose
with sunshine rays
enlightening my days
till night time comes

I've grown to hate you Hate
And I hate that I hate you
Because I've never truly hated you
I simply loved every feeling
Every emotion
in my body

I cherished everything
Every single feeling that made me human
But Hate, you are inhuman

It's just a tear in my eyes,
That breaks my heart, and makes me sad

It's just this tear,
A tiny drop that falls like waterfalls,
Calm,
And then it gains currents,
Fast,
But it relaxes me as if were a lullaby.

I just want to cry,
And feel the stream moisten my skin,
I want to feel the salt in my lips,
As if I were in a beach, away from all of this.

To be your arms, and feel your warm.
To be your body, and feel you whole,
I may want, I may want, or I may not

for if I'm your arms, then I would feel how you feel
when you touch her and not me
For if I'm your body, then I would feel how you feel,
but not, how you feel about me.

For then I would be you and I won't be me.
For then you nor I would exists.

You were like an eye lash stuck in my eye,
I felt you there, but I could not see you,
I always cried but I didn't know why,
You bothered me, and hurt me,
But I pretended nothing was there,
So I rubbed my eye until the tears faded.

Sometimes you wonder
what it feels like to kiss

And you want to kiss the world goodbye
And you want to kiss everyone good bye
But you know deep down
That that's not what you want
You know deep down that a kiss is sacred
And that your lips are only meant to kiss

Not death

But life