Larry Potter

Larry Potter Oct 2017

I don't know that much Latin
But I can treat you latte
And we'll italicize in between.

You ask me if it's felix culpa
I'd say we let our fates decide
As we share this last bite of pizza.

Carpe diem so they say
Good thing you seized my heart
Before I can seize my boring day.

Now I can't hear the vox populi
Because the only sound I pick up
Is your laughter to my epiphany.

Let's put a label on this necessitudo
A fitting title to this love story
Unless you want frappé or cappuccino.

Larry Potter Sep 2017

While You Were Sleeping

She was dancing with the devil
Foxtrotting in those 7-inch heels
Wearing nothing but her tattered guilt
And a crown to which infidels kneel.

While you were sleeping

He was playing god on a wooden table
Addressing his unholy congregation
Picking a necktie to choke his ego
While trying to outsmart an angry nation.

While you were sleeping

They were painting the moon red
For a puppet show that's about to start
All the blood-stained curtains were washed
For the blind audience to play their part.

While you were sleeping

You were walking on empty pavements
Letting all of hell to break loose
You traded reality for fleeting figments
Now you're trapped in dreams you don't get to choose.

Larry Potter Sep 2017

The Genius Maestro

We were your little notes inside our peaceful home
A stream of staves on a song that's as sweet as Rome.
With a familial bond that grows beyond the ledger line
We felt more contented than all the octaves combined.

You and mom are the key signatures guiding our way
Her sharp lectures and your flat humor always saving the day.
You taught us how to dance along all the pitches of life
No matter how many clefs there are, no matter the type.

You are always there telling us when it's time to rest
And binds us together with a tie to faith in our chest.
When we felt half of our whole you're willing to take a beat
And point us to the missing dot in our scrambled musical sheets.

You are the chosen composer of our shared symphony
Giving beat and rhythm to every precious melody.
You're as great of a father as you are a talented saxophonist
And we're the living legacy of such a legendary artist.

Happy Birthday Pa! :)

Larry Potter Sep 2017

Karma Sutra

The hunters like to play in the night
When the sky is at its darkest
And only a faded light
Bares silhouette of their monstrosity
Hidden in the pitch black robes
Camouflaged in sheep's clothing
Ready to ****** and devour.

The preys were worshipping
A fertile god of idiocracy
Birthing the eternal twilight
In her severely defiled womb
But the hands of time spun
And a race for a new dawn
Heralded a new religion.

Now the tides have turned
And all the filth in it washed
To the shores of grand awakening
Every fool has been baptized
While the martyrs cursed their tombs
They all danced to a song of retribution
Around an inextinguishable flame.

The preys bathed in the horrors
Of their own trivial fears
And forged indomitable hearts
With blood that burns in the dark
And eyes that can see through the deceit
Wielding the weapon of truest strike
To punish the heedless wolves.

Larry Potter Sep 2017

The Pathfinder

Long before we were born
She already stood
In her 3-inch feet
Ready to wear the shoes
Of eldest sister
And firstborn daughter.

Years until her toys were torn
She easily understood
In her little big heart
Happy to share the love
Of father and mother
With her sister and brothers.

Not a single day did she get bored
Watching us grow together
Our heights were swapped
But we remained intact
As a sibling of four
And a family in God's favor.

Three decades after she explored
The world as a pathfinder
She led the flock
With wisdom and skills
The way she knows best
And we're more than blessed.

Happy Birthday to our eldest sis!

Larry Potter Sep 2017

Dilapidated

The roof of my heart is torn apart
By the choir of that echoing storm
In the tune of overburdened words
"I can't love you anymore."
And the silence that followed
Smashed all these fractured walls
Which laid bare to whatever's left
Of my nearly sequestered soul.
As I asked a futile question
"What did I do wrong?"
The only thing that's standing
Behind these squandered emotions
Is a frail piece of foundation
Holding on to fading memories
Drenched in the puddles of the past
Scattered all over the nostalgic floor.
It finally crumbled to ruins
With an answer beyond repair.
"I don't love you anymore."

#heartbreak #heartache #love #unloved #breakups

Larry Potter Sep 2017

Familia Scintilla

On the second of September,
God summoned His loyal angel
Plucked the wings of the great warrior
And sent her down for a mortal's favor.

She was born as a lovely daughter
And then she grew as a thoughtful sister
Learned to be a wonderful procreator
And now enjoys her career as a grandmother.

But God didn't take her light away
Knowing that she'll use it all throughout her days
To touch the lives of those she met and stayed
And illuminate the home she has nurtured each day.

She's still the angel that God allowed
To prove her loyalty with an unbroken vow
Ordered to sow love, she felt loved in return
She is everything that a family could yearn.

Happy Birthday, Mom! :)