Although he knew he could not
have her,
touch her,
embrace her,
he was still madly and irrevocably
in love with her.

It did not exist,
nor was ever heard
of a greater love
than the love that he
had for her-
how he knew the right way
she should be loved,
how she should be taken care of,
held and be kissed.

The way his kisses burned
her skin with such a sweet
and tender passion;
the way it not only pleasured
her body, but her soul as well.

But she-
She soothed all of his
aches,
all of his scars.
How she were the only being
to be able to ease him
with just the sound of her voice.

And only at sunset,
that was the only
crack in the door
that he had to check
if she were doing well,
that the stars around her shined
when the clouds
hid away her broken heart.

At night when all is in silence,
suitors howled for her love,
waves crashing when they found out
that her heart was taken.
How only silence listened to her
babble about a love that she could not live.

A love that only the stars
could write about
for men to know about-
for men to learn what they have
when they have it-
for men to love and cherish
the love that they have
in their hands.

A love so beautiful.
So profound, so genuine.

I'm here stuck
in these four walls,
and in my hands
I'm holding what could possibly
be my end,
I'm holding a gun.
Only seeing everyone movin' on,
graduating,
and becoming someone in life.
Wanting my life like theirs
so my life could finally be begun.
I wish my life was like that:
graduating on time
and getting a well-paid job.
You see,
all of these fantasies
are poppin'
in my head while
I'm sittin' down here smoking ***.
Wishin' my life was different,
or at least could have
a father figure
to teach me how to live.
I want to be somebody in this life
and to achieve my goals,
and I am going to achieve them..
Yep, that's what I try
to tell myself,
to still believe.
Killin' myself has popped
into my head several times
because I feel like
I'm going nowhere,
like if I was walkin' blind.
God, I beg you
to please give me hope.
Clear my mind and simply
destroy all these evil thoughts
and give me the ability
to cope.
To cope with these problems,
bless me with a blessing
so I can finally solve 'em.
Please, Lord,
help me to become a better person
and to become productive.
I know that I've committed
a million sins,
and that I've done damages
in the past,
that I've been around
the wrong crowd,
and all drugs known to man
that has a reputation
of being so seductive.
I'm not sayin'
that I'm perfect, Lord, no!
But please,
I'm just another servant
of Yours.
Only You that I can trust
to take me from
all the negative
to the positive.
I have faith in You.
You're the only God
that loves us all,
the only one who is,
and will always be there
for us.
Yes, that's You-
The One who is forever true.
So Lord, I'm just a young man
tryin' to live his life,
and You,
the most powerful Being.
I'm just one of your
greatest creations-
a human being.
So please listen to my prayers
'cause You're the only One
who truly listens and cares.

From Heaven,
please bring down
Your Heavenly stairs
and take me
to the the promised land
because
right now I'm just
broken and impaired..

Un, dos, tres,
un pasito 'palante, Maria!

Were the words
that ignited
her flare,
seducing every man
in the room
with her dessert-like
tone skin,
cherry colored dress,
and her *Latin moves
awing every soul.
She embodied
seduction,
she embodied
Salsa music.

She was Salsa music.

She spoke of poetry
as though it were her
goodbye letter.

No-
not to the world,
but to her pain.

And what was baffling
about her was
how someone so beautiful,
both inside-out,
be broken and darkened
by her past.

But something
that I was blinded to
in the beginning
was that even in all
that darkness,
a light so majestic,
absolutely luminous,
existed.

It was her that was
blinded of the true beauty
she was blessed with.

Her insecurities blinded her
of who she really was,
of what she could be
capable of.

She was her own enemy.

All this anger, what is it for?
You used to carry the fire
of your youth,
but now you lie alone,
numb to everything
that surrounds you.
When you wake up tomorrow,
where will you be?
Will the sun soak your skin
or will curtains keep you
tucked away for another year?

Does the uncertainty scare you?

It better.

And she found true happiness
after she decided she had enough,
that she deserved much more,
that her dignity was worth far more
than his lies and infidelities.
And only then,
did she find true happiness.
Her grace,
her dignity,
her self-worth guided her to,
who we all know as, "the One",
and found the perfect happiness
she always knew she deserved.

As we both were
seemingly lost
in each other's gaze,
I asked,
"Describe the love
of your life,"
and with a simple grin,
she then responded with:
"Someone who makes me laugh,
first and foremost.
Someone who is honest
and real with me.
Someone who challenges me
and helps me grow
as a person.
Someone who treats me
the way I treat them.
Someone who sees me
as their equal
and nothing less.
Someone who treats me
like a Queen because
I would treat them
as a King.
Someone who is supportive
and always has my back
no matter what.
Just someone who loves me
unconditionally.. for me"
and as she finished,
my heart had melted
onto my organs
which gave me this
indescribably warm feeling
that I had never felt
and in that precise moment
I knew she was
the reason why I was made
and put on this Earth.
To love this woman
with all my might.
To love this woman
like no human
had ever loved another
human being.

If you want to send her
a sweet gesture such as flowers,
do not send her roses.
Although, roses are quite lovely,
you should send her orchids.
You see,
when orchids are floating
in the water,
they look graceful,
beautiful and very peaceful.
And that's what love should be;
something beautiful
floating to you
so peacefully with such delicate
grace from
the unknown.
Almost like floating on an
never-ending
lake filled with possibilities
and romance.

And as solitude embraces
my ghostly soul,
your memory soothes,
yet destroys,
me to the very core of every bone.
Many moon cycles
have passed
since those
well-calculated
beautifully words that
you spoke so mindlessly
faded away to the stars
and never were to be seen,
nor heard of,
but left an entire world shattered
into a million,
if not billion,
tiny little pieces.
All that you really did leave
were words that will forever
be engraved
in this sinful heart of mine,
that not even
the bread of your Lord
could ever make me forget,
nor His holy wine.
Believing once that your love
was different,
that it was a pure blessing
but ended up realizing that it was
the same treachery
God's most trusted angel
committed against Him.

You were my sinful beauty.

With the moon
shining bright;
all of my secrets,
all of my sins,
the night keeps.

The perfect night
with my sweet lover
solitude.
The seducing caressings
from my mistress,
my bed.
The comfort and supporting
that my girlfriend,
my pillow,
gives me.

A beautiful and simple night.

The crickets serenading
with their harmonies
so sweetly
to the stars that shine
so bright.

When you can hear
the echo
of a soundless
and peaceful night,
the darkness
blanketing you
with its warmth,
and
when you can hear
the clarity
of your voice
inside your head.

A beautiful and simple night.

What I look forward
to the most
when I'm with her
is that moment
when this
unique and genuine
spark
of acceptance,
love, and assureness
just occurs
when our flesh make
contact.
A link that ignites from
within each other for
one another.
How in her eyes,
in her smile,
in her hands,
in her vast existence
my home could be found.

As he held her—
all of her—
He saw beauty in places
others before him failed to.

And as he touched her
with the most kindest
hands that she had ever
felt before,
he began to become
a part of her—
Part of her existence.
Part of her being.

If his soul,
and his soul only,
could travel through
the vast realm
that she kept within;
home of innumerable
ancient stars
that illuminated
the darkness that plagued
others, herself including.

But their love—
and their love only—
made such possibility
for two lovers
of opposite realms
to bask in their love
for one another.

Your soulmate
isn't someone who comes
into your life
in a peaceful manner,
nor are they expected,
but is sure is someone
who makes you
question life-
your life.
Your soulmate
is someone who changes
your reality.
Somebody that marks a
"before and after"
in your life.
It is not the human being
that everyone has
idealized,
but an ordinary person,
who manages to revolutionize
your entire world
in mere seconds.

Wasn't that the rainbows
were too far away, it was
that you were always close
and I never had a reason
to venture any further.

I cry on starless night,
I lose myself
in an empty sky,
for a love
that was just
an illusion.

You say that
I'm nothing,
that there's better
than me
elsewhere.

I gave you
my life,
but you leave
me dying.

You have no heart,
no feelings,
just that beautiful
porcelain skin,
that face
that goddesses
envy.

Your love
was my poison.