I come to learn and respect at the same time that old boyfriends are kind of like your bad habits your mom and dad always told you to stop doing. Like Angelina, don't bite your nails: or Angelina, take your feet off the table, except the old boyfriend is like the habits we keep going back to. Why? Im questioning the same thing. Wish mom would have said "angelina' get your boyfriend out of the bed. Like all the other enlarged habits that come to mind:

But mom or dad never spoke that way. Being old fashioned Mexicali revolutionaries. They just let the happening go on as it was. Wish they would have kicked him out! Though a beautiful daughter came from such a mistake. It's only my daughter, who makes life a daily effort to continue.I love my little ballerina.

Little impressions we do not know
Little impression of love I hope
Little impression of love to grow
If it comes and takes me home
Little directions to show me where
Little directions of a heart source who cares
Little directions sweetly and fair
Little concoctions of things to touch
Little concoctions of blending love
concoctions fill me and fill me up
concoctions please where are you
To take this place where I'm stuck.

An everlasting love
Is
All I need.
An everlasting love
Where
I live and I bleed.

Defying talk of cheap
corroboration
They have none to sweep.
Mounds of memories
Overdosed to last thought
Again defying my language
Your talk is cheap you bought.
So buy it somewhere else
I'm making a new life,
Defy me, I'll defy you
I'll live for me,
You can die for you.

I've seen wild
Been in the bad
Seen abuse, the tied knot noose
The happy,
The sad,

I've trained myself
To realize the past doesn't matter.
That the future is near
The bloodstains are clear
From my lost brain matter.
Scattered, I want to be flattered.
Treated like a woman
Talked to like a girl
And bathed in a real man's world.

Not a boy's.

Shut up
KISS ME-
Oh wait
I have noone
To
Give me
Their
Lips,
I might have to cut
Some fake ones
Out of a
Man's magazine-
This is a lonely
Lover's
Dream.

I took your
Pain
Took
Your fall
Then you left
And lost
Your
*****,
What happened sénor?

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.

Slip
F
A
L
L
Trip.
Bite
My
L
I
P.
Hold my
H p
I  s.
Touch my senses,
Wherever you are.
I'm lost
Forgotten I
Think by far.

Love
And
Longing.

Waiting
Debating
Rights and wronging.

The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer

The massive mountain makes its move
Beckoning me to ascend
A much more difficult path
To get up the slippery bend

I cannot choose both
I have a choice to make
I must be wise
This will determine my fate

We can say it is easy being a devotee to one,
Though I will say being devoted is a full time effort'
An effort. Not in doubting. Regret, lies, word's to fret.
Giving our whole self to the other
If the other can do the same,
Not for me to question,
Not for me to know
Only our other half knows.
Only him or her that boy or girl.
As far as me
I'm a loyal devotee.

I am
Macrosmatic
When it comes
To smelling
Fear. I am
The tittynope
Of my past self,
Head rising to
The clear.

Who is in control?
Other than God,
You are, so make
Better
****
Decisions!

Cut my tongue out
Of
My
Mouth
Lay me
Down
Upon your
Couch.
Make amor
Until I fall
Out.

Grace
Glace
Across
My
Face.

A taste
No waste
Clean
My slate.

Bubbled
Conviction
No judge
Your intentions

Amor
My door
Backdoor
Sneak in.

The key
Is left
Beside the bed
My red Scarlet
Dress.

Take
Me
To
A faraway place
Where I forget my
Name
Sènor.

Make me yours
I'll be your lady
Make me yours
I'll be your baby
Make me yours
I'll drive you crazy
Make me yours
I'll be there surely
Make me yours
Forever I'll be
Make me yours
Amor of dreams
Make me more
You friend to other's
Make me yours
Your woman
Lover.

As a newcomer
To this premier
Website for
poesía,
I
Get
Motion
Sick
Ness.

From seeing
The disdain
And despise.
Seeing other
Poets young
Old, couraged
Bold, happy,
Molds in
Their prime. Get bullied by other bullies.

By fanatics who ****
And maim, while their
Heads are held up in shame.
With a halo of pain
Murdering one
Another.

I seemed to have forgotten
Aren't we sisters
And poetic brothers,
Yet giving hatred
For hatred!
Not healing
Its
Wounds.

I believe in a powerful
God who loves, not based
On a theory of Darwinian
Baboons.

Message not clear
To
You. We are indistinguishable.
With the same red flowing through our arms.
Hearts that beat
With homes
Alarms.
Some drive cars
Others can't afford them.
Some have high class suits
Some are poor,
Some handle food
Some open doors.
Some journey
I want to explore.

To the point
The
malefactor and villain
Is not the ones you
Choose to
Make smaller. You only make them BIGGER
As your size
Capsulates as a pea to the wind.

Your the same you killer of poetic flame!
YOU ARE THEM.

So stop Killing
With words
Of no
Knowledge.

Start shaking hands
Saying good Job
Poetic muse
Of earth wind.

As you slay
And think -hey-
Maybe today I won the fight.
Always
Remember
You ****** yourself
Slowly
And that piles
Night by night.

I will
Man
I
Fest
Into a rest
Of
Peace and wake,

Ready for the
New day!
Eyes open
Boundaries I break
In the most

Fantastic of ways.

A woman is
What you
Make
Her
To be.
You can
Make her a *****
****
Tease.
One problem,
You didn't
M
A
K.
    E
M
   E
G
O
D

Made
M.
E!

Mano a mano
I will help, secure, and respect you.
Mano a mano
Don't knock me down
I won't hurt you.
Mano a mano
Pompous were your hands reaching up
Your pride got you, did it fill that prideful cup.
Mano a mano
You grew up a chicano
Went from man to boy.
Mano a mano
You kept saying pronto
I'm not your debutante rich ***, I'm low class, with a poor home.
Mano a mano
You still haven't grown up
Will you sincerely love me, its a must.
I need
I
T

N
    O
W.

Mano a mano
I d o
N t
Think
You
Can
Handle
M
E..

I took
A
Hit.
From
Your
Chest,
It left me
Breathless
Inside my stress.
I was high for a good ten second's.
Shhh, quiet sènor, we will make amor
Stop asking so many questions.

May today
Be a
Better day
May I be beautiful
In a better
Way,
May the skies
Be blue
Not taken away
Out of my
Sight,

memories
i keep in old mexican scrapbooks.

I want to be
Your present perfection
Not
Your past
Memory..............

A young girl at heart
     A woman in
metamorphosis

Ciudad de México
mojado en pena
fracaso a hombre

Claim me as
Yours-
Mi amor

Hermano: Alonzo Dominic Lopez, desde ustedes izquierda
Yo tener estado muriendo como ustedes murió!
Hermano: Alonzo Dominic Lopez= yo perder ustedes así mucho!
Hermano: amor ustedes

Some miss out
On
L
I
F
E.
Because they pay
To much
Attention
To others lives.

I made a move
You pushed me away
We laughed, cried, our love was decayed.
I remembered after you left, that you made me your slave.
In love no one should be in slavery, baby you misbehaved.

A mother's gift

Her daughter's

smile.

Little ballerina your birthday has passed
Momma will always be here
                                                   Momma's love will last
                Momma won't leave you,
I never will stray away.
Hunny momma is here tommorrow
              Ballerina your
M
   O
     M
       M.                E.        To
          A.            R.                S
             S.        E.                   T
                    H.                         A
                                                   Y.

I was wearing a brooch
That night, with a red
Latin dress. You did not
Notice I was trying my
Best. You cared how you
Looked, didn't care for me
Though, you wanted to go
Grab a foreign drink, and
Watch a Mexican movie for
A dose. A dose of my lips
Up on top the back theatre,
If only I would have known
Your qualities were that of a
Woman beater. But I was fog
Headed, blinded by your cool
Guy seduction. Now look at me
Unhappy, dead, messed in my head
From your web of lies, the string of
Suicide now shatters my view on
Anything new and now I'm new so
I'm better off being without you.
I feel much more productive,
Gracias: monster from my old
City.

As a caterpillar transforms
So will I break free from this isolation box
I will break the cocoon of my past
Transformation complete,
Now I'm
M
     O
          R
       E
T
   H
      A
    N
B
      E
              A
                   T
              I
           F
        U
      L.

See?

Final
Breath
Is
Not
By
The morning.
It's when
Your specter
Leaves your *****,
And you watch the funeral
Crowd.
J
O
I
N
You in mourning.

Better for bad love to crumble
Than to make a bigger mistake
As most do
I'm most

Mother is on the move
Today
Mother is making new choices
Today
Mother is cherishing her
Daughter today
Mother is being mother
Something men take for granted
Today I'm being mother
Not some stage act
Or stage map.
Mothers work
Not needing a job
We choose to work
For our daughters
And families
We are mother's,
We are something not just part of man's extra ribs.
We are mothers:
I'm part of something big.

I love the moth
Who comes by my window, he sleeps with me at night

Rest's under my sweet pillow.

I leave the window open
So he can fly on in.
  

I hope he comes back soon
He's become a good dear friend.

Live and let live
I'll stick
To that
Motto.

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.

They promote themselves as magician's
And only give us pain
They remote us in a kitchen
With a apron on, and say 'hey babe'
They try to take our moolah
And spend it on high cost drugs
They wear pants like their ten again
Wannabee southern thugs
I  gave him my all
Had a beautiful girl from the mix
But in the mix he did not check out
He showed noone respect
So I will show him nothing back
He doesn't deserve no kiss
It's better to move on happy with me
And my daughter who he dissed
But I will let him see her
Because that's what mothers do
Because I love my ballerina
My daughter, I do love you.

A basket case
I have become
My lips tingle
My legs go numb
I want a man
To overcome
With me the past
Of times lost
Not won.
So now my era
Comes and goes
I want a friend
And a man who knows
My touch is sweet
The sheets moan
For someone
Real
For someone
To be
My home.

Daddy told me not to ****
I killed myself with men.
Mother told me to get my fill
Of poetry and lyrical pen.
I told myself I'd write the words
That now leaks in my dna.
I told my self I'd be unheard
Yet I get louder day by day.

Little thing's are the sweetest
When we get them in little boxes
Little things are the sweetest
Even when they are little proxy's
Little things are the sweetest
When a man can make it right
Little things are the sweetest
The sweetest of my life.

Little things are the sweetest
The tiniest of thing's
Little memories I will hold
So close so next, next to me.

I am feeling better the
Last few day's, thought
Provoking, I'm no longer
Choking, I'm breathing
Better in the future's haze.
I stayed silent now I'm ok
Because I speak my Spanish
Mind. If I was ignorant then,
I no longer am, I am my maker's
Design. So take down this note.
Take it note to self, we have free will
To be happy and still, depend on your
Creator.
Not nobody else.

am lost into the warmth of your soul
Your warmth completes me.makes me feel whole

I am lost into the tenderness of your eyes
Your tender eyes capture me …
When I stare into them ,I wish time dies

I am lost into the depth of your voice
The way it rings into my ears brings me joyce
The more I get close to you …
I can’t help but getting closer
I have no choice

Feast on my viscera
You have done it before
Ripped out my heart
Tore it apart,
Throw me to the floor.
You beater
Abuser
Accuser
Robber
Thief
Stealer
L
I
A
R...
What is wrong,
To m
    u
  C
H

To t
     A
     K
      E
Like
You
Did
Me!
I've already forgiven you
No
Need
To
B
E
G

Please!

If only
I knew
Voodoo
You knew
All
That
I
Knew.
You got me
Twisted with
Some mental
Noodle.
I was everything to you to
Now what am
I
To
Y
O
U
?

Inside of
This little girls hub
I keep all of memories
From the lies, pain and loves.
I've met bear's lions and cub's.
Some turned out to be masked wolves.
They bite and they rip with their ferocious of teeth
They swallow their own spit, as for others they can't believe.
But yes I see
Yes I see
Straight through their actor costume.
It's just me
Not enough time for them,
For them
I make no
Room.