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Jan 2012 · 755
The Boy
Roberto Medina Jan 2012
He cries in the lonely corner,
Comforted by the shadow of his own soul.
Thoughts of an everlasting confusion.
Covered in the rags of wounded sheep, the boy weeps dry tears that build
Mountains of nothing.
Screams shout from his head only to hear the silence which is so deafening.
Brutal is the wind, which used to be the comforting breeze,
Relentless is the night that used to be the magnificent light.
Sky so far away only to be seen with the eye and felt through impossible
Wishes.
Alone in the universe
Desolate in his own world
He will die as one.
Jan 2012 · 588
Rain
Roberto Medina Jan 2012
Rain drops fall from a peaceful heaven
And descend onto your nose slipping through
The crevices of your lips and surfing the waves
of your body.
I trace my finger along the river path from
where ecstasy emerged.
I create ripples of passion along your trembling flesh,
and envision flashes of happiness as I gaze into your eyes.
Your moist skin creates liquid crystals and rise into
A rich aroma of wanting..
These raindrops are tiny enigmas, mysteries of
A un-chartered territory that I will soon drown in
For as long as I have breath in my soul.
Jan 2012 · 576
Her
Roberto Medina Jan 2012
Her
Her eyes capture my attention
They **** me of all senses
Do you hear it
She speaks music

Only when I fantasize of you this way
You breath like wine.
Your essence is a ravishing fragrance.
It smells,
It smells
Of blinding blunt truth

I seek the one who shows me who I am
The one who reflects my soul
Leaves my heart in capture,
Pounding as the beast would
Trapped
Behind bars of solitude

Yesterday you came
Into your lips…. Your hips
A beautiful paradise
A memory
Plush and pretty
You stroll as smoke with the curves of oblivion
And hips of poison that caress my desperate
Eyes

I see courage within her…
She screams into the wind with a fierce purpose,

The flame was reborn
In my flesh.

Poetry is written within her smile

Legacy left behind
Blown into the wind
Sprinkling stars into the night
Make love precious dove,
As you did to the earth when the tree bloomed

I bled fallen raindrops
When you passed..

When I fantasize of you this way,
I can once again awake to a living dream.
Jan 2012 · 798
Contact
Roberto Medina Jan 2012
Soar to the stars
Fly with the snowflakes into the immortal wind.
No specific destination just to the end of time
Boundless discovery, eternal elation.
Dance and embrace the harmonies, which surround you.
Sounds of the ruffling leaves surfing on the very current
Which carries you.

Landing is not in question as you inhale a second wave.
Take flight into the blissful night
Higher than before, rising to the sky as an eagle overseeing his kingdom.
As a cloud, taken by the breeze fullfilling it’s destiny in the infinite sky.
Open your eyes my innocent child.
Behold the wonder of yourself as you look upon the earth with a(n)
Naïve eye.

Make of it as you wish ,
Paint and tattoo your thoughts on a canvas of the mind
Embedding what you feel, not just what you envision
Relinquish the meloncholy that chains you.

Landing now becomes eminent,
Falling from the brilliant beauty of an illuminous moon.
Crashing on the concrete reality of what life truly is;
A nightmare to a dream
Jan 2012 · 610
Alma
Roberto Medina Jan 2012
Alma.

Tempting serpent I can hear your harmonies,
Preying on the dreams of the ******
Wings of a raven, soaring through
The bleeding sky where the sun rises from the flame.  

The laughing spirit
Earthbound to the ground, you fantasize
With the moon,
And live through the sun.  

Your lips kiss the wind, embracing the organisms of beauty.
Your eyes saturate my internal deception.
My wall,
Invading what others seem to avoid.  

Weeping willow,  
Your roots chained, imprisoned by the soil.

The dark dance of the night, quivers your skin.

It’s cold, so cold, I see the desolate wind as your comforting blanket.
Left to rot, left to parish with the needy maggots.
Debris of the wind,
Dancing on the destiny chosen by the day  
  
****** spoken predator,
Devouring the false truth of life.
Finding freedom, hiding from the brutal
Beating of Father Society.  
  
Live on as the spirit you were born to be.
Jan 2012 · 1.1k
Children
Roberto Medina Jan 2012
I don't see kids get excited anymore
Emotions confined to the definition of what's cool.
Conversations limited to replies,
Thier words uncertain, and lack conviction.
Excitement caged behind paraphrases like "oh ok", "cool" and "for real".

I see the light of a childs spark diminished, there beautiful flame extinguished by words like;
"Calm down""Relax" and "Chill out"

I'M TIRED of seeing a childs expression voiced through texts, instead of emotion
I'M TIRED of seeing acronyms convey action and supress expression
I'M TIRED of seeing children automate experience through technology instead of life
I'm saddened.....
I'm saddened to see children trying to play adult, instead of just being children

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