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Jun 2016 · 1.2k
That someone is you
A Lopez Jun 2016
A smile for a while
A grin for a time
A laugh, one chuckle
No money for a rhyme-----
D
O
W
N
B
  E
L
  O
W
A poet goes
Hoping to get just one
View---- a poet is born
By the millisecond
A window of
opportune.
Some poets dream
Of Mars
Some the stars, sun and moon.
Some are rich and some are poor-----
Some have houses
Yet no money for a bedroom door
Some poets write with pens
Others write with their teeth,
Other poet's write with pain and excite
Some poets write rapping streets
Some poets write of amor, some write of drug use
Of their future's in store.
Some poets write for fun and play
Some write of their deaths
Some in June and may
Some poet's change their lives
As others write sweet lullaby's
Some poets are me and you
The someone's are somebody's
That someone is you.
A Lopez May 2016
Starlight-
Starbright
Won't you shine
Your light
Tonight.

See-through
An angel moves
Towards the coffins
Of granite
Groove's.

Cherish all
You can
Today.

Break your
Chains
Make heaven's
Stay.

So do not
Stray away from
Course, let go
Of anger
Human remorse.

For time is
Quick, and time
Is short.

Jump from
The abyss
To gods
Lit porch.

Their will be lanterns
Lit for you
Prayers aren't
Answered by your
Willing moves.

Yes god does hear
He (#) (#)
You through.

If your plans don't
Work, there are
Bigger shoes.

Shoes that you
Cannot surely
Fill, step into
Light and
Indulge in glow
That's real.

Make your
Decisions
Not based on flesh.

See the spirit
Lead you to
It's best.

For your flesh
Will lead you
Astray.

Dios, the answer
To your slumbered
Days.
May 2016 · 1.3k
Sensitive cosmic sky's
A Lopez May 2016
In the illustrious pedway
I'll make my headway
Amor and peace today
Never to forget it- touch
And pet it because tommorrow
Just might not be here, I will
Throw away my fears, and forgive
Those who have caused me tears-
And make forgiveness my standard.
Ready always to give an answer
For what is my lively
Hope- giving Hello's and
Thanks to folks, on this splendid
Walking trail. Holding faith inside
My Grail, comfort in all detail- only
Arrives from heaven, and derives
From the sensitive cosmic sky's.
May 2016 · 559
Avaricious or altruistic
A Lopez May 2016
She was born into the poor
Ravaged by the rich
Grew up wanting more
Bypassed money for the
Knowledge
Itch- money
Can't buy
Happiness
She learned on her
Own-
Money is a self
Sensation,
That's when you
Learn you are
Alone. Because
Greed has shook
The foundations
Of good creation
I've learned being
indigent is a whole-
Some sensation.
I'd rather
Have
N
O
Th
Ing- going into
My Lord's
Realm- then looking
Up from a cave,
Asking for dios mercy,
By my own greediness
Being trapped inside of
Hell. Hombres y mujeres
Choose their choices
Here, the hereafter is
Where you meet your
Master- whether the God
Of whom you've rejected,
Or the winged one who
You don't fear. So you can
Wipe away your tears-
Or forgot dios, squeeze
Down a beer, get busy giving
To other's- or get greedy by
Your own mirror.
The making
Is
Y
O
U
R
O
W
N
T
H
E making is
Clear.
May 2016 · 488
Are you ready, are you
A Lopez May 2016
Are you ready
Your last could
Be t
O
M
    M
O
R
O
  W---------------- are you sure
Have you released angers and
S
  O
R
R
O
W
S-  are you ready
For death heaven or hell?
Or the not so deep sleep-
We make decisions NOW!
Your choice and fate is in
Your hand's destinations keep-
Don't be fooled, make the
Right decision,
Clear your\view-open your eyes
Don't be deceived by world vision.
Imprisoned?
Choose now
Dios or diablos-------tommorrow might not just come
As you'd expect. Check yourself \ on
F
A
C
T
S\ reflect/
May 2016 · 1.7k
Pencils to sketch the world
A Lopez May 2016
Lay me down in syrupy Laugh's
Let me laugh myself to death
Let the shine be on my face
And the dirt beneath my
Fragile toes- upsprout
Through my mouth
Let me blossom like
Daisies in the sudden
Show---- lay me down
By the Riverside
Where a fire is
L-i-t and by and
By my hands will
Reach the morning
Sky's----glimpsing
Into the future,
Forgetting my
Past,no heart to
Be sold, my beats
Draw fast, no more
Emptiness of a vessel,
My veins are the pencils
That sketch the world
Around me.
A Lopez May 2016
We give effort for hurting
Another by our action's
We give effort in deserting
Causing sorrowful reaction's
We give effort in not returning
The amor that's given to us
We always want more, selfish
Door's, opening to material stuff.

We give effort in taking, though
Never to give back- we give effort
In debating, instead of listening to
Facts--- we give effort in sleeping,
Not awake to what's around---- we
Give effort in always speaking, though
To listening we give no sound's.

We give substance more importance---
Forgetting the incorporeal existence----
We give darkness calling it light-----
Giving into seducing spirit's-----
We give thing's that have no meaning (meaning)
We take away meaning and replace it
With soulless idol's, and Walmart greetings.
A Lopez May 2016
I surrender to the goodness
Of my fellow poets around
Me-----<3 a gracias to all
My friend's,
My hello\poetry
Family!

You all are
Inspiration's, gifts from
Dios- your own
Rad\
Io\ station's.

Making song
Vibe and grooves-

Hello poet's
I really
Love
Y
O
U-
Apr 2016 · 288
Wargame babies
A Lopez Apr 2016
Treasure hearts
Hurting, moaning
Babies dying
To men's
Wargames.
Sorrowful
Sight to
See.

What
     A
            Shame!
Apr 2016 · 805
Dusted cliff
A Lopez Apr 2016
Tossed and turned
Behind me was
My own
Shadow-
Opening
The window
I jumped
To stretch my
Appendages
I saw the world
This morning from
A higher cliff.
I touched the stars,
It's dust caressed my
Lips-
A Lopez Apr 2016
The problem
With
Poli-
Tricks-
They mention every
"God"
But the only
God-
And they wonder
Why their lost in
Misery-
Ashamed
In darkness
Falls- evolution
In schools
Meaning no
(Morals)
Their standards
Are that
man's a
Monkey, using
Euthenics( reviving ******) in their
Man-made
Mural's.
Eat your cereal
Live life as if we have the
B
L
I
N
D
E
R
S
   ON-
Though my eye's are
Uncorrupted ( not seeing through misty nighttime glasses)
Breaking to the other
Side
Of the
Fog-


    Science correlates with dios
And dios with science-

Yet popular belief
Is a tool
Of diablo's
Machine.

Reaching into the dome
Of the great
City-

Where America
Is astray
With the globe
In the horned one's
Mean's.

Has the man who said
There is no
God
Just walked out into nature-

To see the spectacular
Creation
On a universal
Scale?

Yet their bucket's of
Disbelief have been
Shown beneathe the
Veil
Where the impious
Are stale
And their
aspiration
Is
None!
Apr 2016 · 496
The crux inside
A Lopez Apr 2016
Sometimes it
Takes a
Cut or
A burn
To remember
It's reality
Around the
Corner
Making way
To your turn,
Making way
To your
Urn,
As actuality
Hit's you-
The saying
(Ashes to ashes)
(Dust to dust)
Though after
I remember that
Line--- I remember again
Our bodies are just crab shell's
For the crux
Inside of us.
Apr 2016 · 463
perpetuity, your destiny
A Lopez Apr 2016
When you get one
Try at this life
You better take
It- our breath's are
Quick and veins
Are thick. Though
Only so long does
The river blossom.

Happy wide eyed
Children turning
Into mazes and
Mixtures-- some
Die young, young
One's learn to draw.
Mom and dad's teach
Artistry by scissors.

What is and
Always was
The
BIGGER
P
I
C
T
U
R
E?
Dios
familia
amigos--
tu espíritu!
tu alma!
What's important to
You, decides
perpetuity-
Your destiny.
Apr 2016 · 308
Tear
A Lopez Apr 2016
Open
Ears
Shut
Fears
Downed
Drowned
In years
Of tears
I've never
Known

Like today-
A Lopez Apr 2016
When the
D u
S t
Clears away-

You
(-) (-)
Who cares-

And who moves
Away-
Apr 2016 · 254
Beau not here
A Lopez Apr 2016
Beau, where
Are you; sleeping
In the blue, or
Awake in the
Deep. Your
Sensory pecks
I need but now
I'm weak. My
Vessel's in me like
Stories speak----<3 of a\
Downed clock making
Time from the split
Part's of this mechanical
Engineered beating
Machine. Open me
Search me- see the
Smile I use as someone
Meek.
Apr 2016 · 251
escritor
A Lopez Apr 2016
A escritor doesn't favor just one-
<3
An escritor
Favors
A
L
L.
Apr 2016 · 280
Drop by drip
A Lopez Apr 2016
Cloaked by
Red-cherry
Lipstick and
A smell of
Lilac and
R
O
S
E
S--- A beating <3 of
Syrupy rain and vanilla
Focus-
My drops fall through
The thundering clouds
Drop
         B
            Y
Drip.
circadian in sugary
Abyss.
To the ascending fields
On sugar Lane.
Apr 2016 · 502
In the eye of the beholder
A Lopez Apr 2016
My beauty is in
The eye
Of the beholder-
Don't mean man's
Beholder\
Dios\
My beholder
The one who gives
The beauty to
Behold.
Apr 2016 · 356
The cat and the snake
A Lopez Apr 2016
Tiger's await their prey,
Big cat's sit
And
Wait for-
A ****.
Snakes always bite\
Poisonous (never enough)
Their fang's get no fill.
Apr 2016 · 359
Loss\patience
A Lopez Apr 2016
Mellow mood
Has spoke
And sung
In elegant
finesse.
Perspiration breaks
My chest-
From the stress
Of all the cargo.
Body restless from
Caffeine
As my frown
Is getting known.
Don't need no
Smart\
Phone to check my pulse.
I'll be patient
In this continuance of
Loss.
A Lopez Apr 2016
The coco's haunt me
In my sleepless nights,
When my pillow gets
Cold, I shiver.

Splinter's
In the dark grow
Piercing to eye's
That quiver.

Sometimes I worry of the
Sunset.

Of the pesantas
In all forms
They come,
Grab
Rip.

Devotion to the
Light, keeps me
Rooted, the darkness
Always goes,
When Dios
I call to,
When the air reek's
As mold.
The Coco (or Cuco, Coca, Cuca, Cucuy) is a mythical ghost-monster, equivalent to the bogeyman, found in many Hispanic and Lusophone countries. He can also be considered a Hispanic version of a bugbear,[1] as it is a commonly used figure of speech representing an irrational or exaggerated fear. The Coco is a male being while Coca is the female version of the mythical monster, although it is not possible to distinguish one from the other as both are the representation of the same being.Pesanta
In Catalan legend and popular culture, the Pesanta (Catalan pronunciation: [pəˈzantə], Western Catalan: [peˈzanta]) is an enormous dog (or sometimes a cat) that goes into people's houses in the night and puts itself on their chests making it difficult for them to breathe and causing them the most horrible nightmares. The Pesanta is black and hairy, with steel paws, but with holes so it can't take anything- wanted to throw out what I wrote about is all, gracias
Apr 2016 · 939
Whisp of light
A Lopez Apr 2016
May your dreams
W
       H
I
         S
P
You away.

May the sun
Always

S h
Ine.
For you today .

May the darkness go away

And the clouds burst open for you.

May amor
Be your guide stone.
Because amor is true.
Apr 2016 · 433
Far from logic
A Lopez Apr 2016
Rational
What's rational?
I'm a poeta-
I'm far from the
Rational.
Apr 2016 · 324
Brush stroked lullabies
A Lopez Apr 2016
My watery eyes
Have been brush
S
  T
R
O
K
  E
D
To mankind's lies,
So I tidy up
Package myself into
A shell
And sing hush
Angelina
Fall asleep to
Lullabies,
Where young girls
Cry. You can find me there.
Apr 2016 · 657
kaleidoscope mind
A Lopez Apr 2016
My mind is a
kaleidoscope of
Worries and hopes
In different colors
Various scopes-
All not seen by
The ordinary,
Openly now free,
To the load I once
Carried.
A Lopez Apr 2016
My Apple
Caramel
Skin
Needs taken
Stroked touched-
No not by some
Manwhore,
I'm not for sale
I'm not
Your
L
U
N
C
H.
Especially
I'm
Not some
Crystal ball to arouse,
Meaning
Not a ****!
A Lopez Apr 2016
A dress
***** hair
Or a ripped
Pair of jeans
And the finest of wear,
No matter
If I look
As if a girl
Without
A home, or
Some rich debutante
I'm made from gods own
Throne, I'm beautiful
Taken, I'm even better
Alone, I need no man
To complete what's gods
Own.
Apr 2016 · 437
My cup of mi amor
A Lopez Apr 2016
Rubber soles, pliant souls
Turning in my hours of
Sleep, for something
More mystical.

A cup of coffee, the
Columbian kind.

Dark thick
Quick as bricks
The brew to
Uproot the
Mind.

Take me through time
Where the worries are
No more, sweet Java bean
Memorable, satisfying
I taste your cling.

My lips buzz and bing
Suds that link into
The casted out shadows
Like stones and bones
My insides rattle.

I'm hanging above the
Skylines, afloat in the
Reasons of life. I've
Overcome talkers
And talk backers
I've been through
This before, I get
Higher from the
Laughter of sweet
Innocent's, I'm still
A child and a girl.

This is my cup
Of mi amor.
Apr 2016 · 361
Curds of amor
A Lopez Apr 2016
Grab a smile
Let the sun
Shine through
It, today your
Alive girl
Be happy,
Take your
Time, no
Need to rush
Angelina
Don't
Forget.
Don't forget
When you
Pass by a stranger
Tell them amor
By your actions
And words, sweet syrupy
Curds to drink down
And gulp back.
Take it easy
Girl- relax.
Apr 2016 · 486
Shrines not for ruin
A Lopez Apr 2016
A woman is
Not just some
House-slave-house-
Maid-property.
We are house-of-
God's beauty,
Shrine's not
For ruin.
Apr 2016 · 333
The tempos grace
A Lopez Apr 2016
Smoking crux
In its time

Like a diamond
To me it shines.

The vessel rewinds
Beats so steady-
The heart is
Soft, though
Hardness heavy.

So many follow
And choose the
Path, of hardening
Their drumming

Jingle flasks.

Some flasks hold
Pure good blood,
Some are in dying,

Some live for love-
My heart has let go
Of all former aches,
My heart now bongo's
To tempos grace.
Mar 2016 · 321
The clown, the fool
A Lopez Mar 2016
There's
A heavy
Burden
Upon my
Shoulder's.
I'm sick of
Playing the
Clown,
My edge
Is getting
Closer.
A Lopez Mar 2016
Crazy
Wild and free,
Climbing the earth
In nature's tree.
Sipping the suds
From bubbly seas.
Creating love
Out of detestation's
Seethe. Scribbling
Quick the words
I know, I am the
Poet
You seek
To know.
My vibes you
Take in, from them
You grow, from you
I glow, because you
Are all
My inspiring
Muses.
Mar 2016 · 1.2k
él ha resucitado
A Lopez Mar 2016
An early waking
For today
Remembering christs
Stone rolled
Away.
We have hope
In the new
Next day
Forever living
Beyond the grave.
Mar 2016 · 406
Trespasses or blessings
A Lopez Mar 2016
We create trespasses
With our tongue
We create blessings
As well. Your lips can
Lead you to heaven
Your tongue can
Lead you to
Hell.
Mar 2016 · 746
The wiles of my past
A Lopez Mar 2016
Wild woman of
The wilderness
Not giving into
The Wiles of my
Past. Ravenous
For multicolor
Glass, to see
Through the
Kaleidoscope
Of endearment.
Attachment I
Feel it, as
materfamilias
Of  the most
Extreme commitment
Where amor is the door
You take in and out.
A Lopez Mar 2016
To the alcazar
I'm afar, behind
The bricks
Where amor
Goes far. No
Mortal bars
To hold my
Features.
Early  know-
How, of cerulean
Teacher's.
An alcazar is a Spanish fortress or palace I found out amazing word
Mar 2016 · 1.5k
Dios mío
A Lopez Mar 2016
I want to be better
Not mad or in anger.
Not giving pique to
Fellow strangers. Not
Giving self the world's
Own pleasures. Not being
Selfish in others letters.
Not being abundant in
Thoughts of me. Thinking
Not on tommorrow
But eternity.
God help me
Be the me
You created me
To be. I'm a
Human who
Has flaws
Mistakes
Have felt
Distrust
Done the
Heartbrakes.
I am ashamed
Of my past
Though want
To move ahead to the
Future and present.
I'm just a transgressor
Trying to overcome the
Darkened essence.
I am not a saint
I'm humbly a peasant.
Meaning poor in my actions.
But those shall change
No longer do I want
To be estranged from
Dios mío. I want to
Give him all
This is me
This is real.
Mar 2016 · 232
Oh my
A Lopez Mar 2016
The
S u n
The s t a r s.
The m OO n.
Oh my watch me
Swoon.
A Lopez Mar 2016
What is a poeta
If they can't speak
Their thoughts.
What is a poeta
If their soul is
Bought.
What is a poeta
If they censor
Their words.
What is a poeta-
Ones voice who
Is heard.
What is a poeta?
Me and you.
Poesía can't
Be silenced,
We're not from
This world, were
Different, were
Truth.
Mar 2016 · 442
Universal disaster
A Lopez Mar 2016
Brooks and rivulets
Unconfined in their
Moves,
Silken
Rocks
Slip the slopes.
Amphibians
Bathe in
Truth.
Bubbles
Float the sky
Above, ripples
Dance the sand,
The crescent
Is the guidance helper
Shining light with
Sunshine's hand's.
Together though
They wrench and
Sob, no longer right
Can they do their job.
No longer in harmony
They beg dear God.
Let us die,
Let us be renewed.
The universe along
With the the sun and
Moon, suffers to.
Mar 2016 · 410
Macrosmatic tittynope
A Lopez Mar 2016
I am
Macrosmatic
When it comes
To smelling
Fear. I am
The tittynope
Of my past self,
Head rising to
The clear.
Macrosmartic is a new strange word just found . it's about having a good sense of smell .


Just found another weird word wanna use today called TITTYNOPE lol actually this does have a meaning and does mean
A small quantity of something left over.
Mar 2016 · 431
metamorphosis
A Lopez Mar 2016
A young girl at heart
     A woman in
metamorphosis
Mar 2016 · 410
Clear journey
A Lopez Mar 2016
Let the streams of colors *******
Where it may
Let the sunshine turn to my paths sublime
Perfection in openings shade.
Let the willows grace me
With cold chills
And warm hours.
Let the entrance
Into the galaxy
Make me see clearer
In my journey.
A Lopez Mar 2016
Some poets will
W
   R
  I
T
  E,
Just for the
F
A
M
E.
Having
To
Send
Requests,
For someone
To like their poem's
Again. They'll befriend,
And put on a smile,
While asking by inbox
'Can you share my poesía for a while'.
Yet poesía isn't inboxing
To get a quick like,
That's just new
Age poesía, sickening to my
Dislike, I understand if one
Wants to get known,
Though just send us your
poesía, other poet's who like it
Will surely make you known.
I will speak out
Against this invasion-------of the sending and begging
For the liking
For the gain of many's
Own self wanting ambitions.
I will no longer share
Anyone's writes
Who beg for me to share,
If one has to beg
poesía isn't your fair.
Noone else will speak out
So I will do dare.
Poesía, if we like
We'll click and we'll compare.
Poesía isn't sending a write
To every rhymester and
Imploring. Poesía shares itself
In the world of poetry
That's been mourning.
So please I ask kindly
No more entreating me with inboxed writes,
If others like, we will share
As we're together
In this fight.
I have seen noone speak out on this I don't hate anyone who does this though it happens to me alot and know it does with so many people, there are a few here that the only reason they do get a like, is by sending their poesìa to every man and woman here, and to be honest that isn't poesìa, it has nothing to do with trolling as many have sickeningly called me that, this has to do with poetry as a whole. In poesía if anyone studies old world poetry the will see the best poets who ever existed never considered themselves as poets, and never asked or wanted anyone to like their poems, they just wrote to their little hearts content. And people years later decided -hey- these speakers are amazing and made for the world of poesía, I have no issue sharing ones piece that isn't known, or wants to get themselves on their feet. Though to be honest, my inbox is filled with more than one person, many know who they are, that send us daily on a scheduled basis, the poems they create, and say please read, meaning you got to give it a like, as why many get the popular votes on hellopoetry, while the unknown artist starves and doesn't get one daily or even a view . let's stand up to this. Yet respect those doing it. And letting them know poesía isn't begging for a like, it's helping another out in this community by sharing.
Gracias

Quick note taken
If get unfollowed or unliked for stating facts, OK with me. I will still continue to like their writes, if I like their poems and choose to do so. If one doesn't like my poesía for this, I say oh well, and won't exchange hate for hate, but replace hate with love. And share others writes that deserve to be shared . even if they don't like mine. Every poet has their own preference. =D
A Lopez Mar 2016
In haste
I free flow
Towards the
luminescence.
I can see my guardian
Protectors,
I see their
Unearthly
Care
T
A
K
E
R
Essence.
I'm gleeful
And pleased
As next to them
Is God's presence.
This to me is a
Present.
As amor
And vim
Overtakes me.
I rest unwearied
Easily,
H2o through me
Shows
The banner of my
Existence.
I thank my guardian
Angels
For their hovering over me
And their loving kindness,
Keeping me on the path
To fufiill
Gods mission-
Mar 2016 · 385
I can hear his appellation
A Lopez Mar 2016
Courteous it is hard to
Be in a world full
Of spite, bitterness-
A compilation of
Creatures that
Breathe the fear's
That they give.
It's easier to die
Then to live,
Though vitality
Is what wakes me.
Makes me a cordial
Free-floating
Free-thinking
And a being that wants to learn
More with more time here on earth.
Soul-uplifting
Soul-survivor
Soul
Search.
Soul found.
Not stuck
Not jailed
Not in the ground.
For I've been found
By my god
For my god
Is always
Nonstop,
Like the wind
Coming in-
Side my head
As I can hear his
appellation like a bomb go
Off in the most beautiful manner
POP-
Mar 2016 · 331
Hate or amor
A Lopez Mar 2016
We give amor
Because
Amor
Is
The
Door
To life.
Though many give
Hate not
Knowing their fate
As hell opens its gates
To a hateful
Ride.
We give amor
Because amor
Is the way.
Amor is here to stay
And will forever
Live.
Hate don't last
It withers as the grass
Put amor against
Hate in
Any debate-

And amor shall always win
Mar 2016 · 357
Hot compressed
A Lopez Mar 2016
I don't want to be
Chilled to
The
Spine
I Need
Hot and
Warm
Compression.
For those who
Don't think right
That means
Amor's sweet cuddle
Satisfaction.
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