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corazon Apr 2019
The alluring woman of rose,
Of amber hair and pale white glows.
Insatiable ire, springtime flirt.
Gentle, but provoked is to hurt
And maim, blind to all your woes.

Gleam of chocolate eyes expose
Her strong fabricated repose.
A sense that hides the extrovert,
Woman of rose.

A broken foundation that shows
Under the mask that juxtapose,
She remains radiant, unhurt.
A sense that blinds the introvert,
Filled with dreadful and crafted prose,
Woman of rose.
When you can't get a girl out of your mind, just write a poem! Cause I'm distracted enough.
  Apr 2019 corazon
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!


the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs


summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)


but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early


got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
corazon Apr 2019
Dark paradise, deceptively
Disguised mischievous ecstasy.
Embracing the everlasting
Smell of resin and burnt plastic.
Leisure enjoyed so splendidly.

Vapor infused serenity
Enhanced by our obscenity.
Mesmerized by our enchanting
Dark paradise.

Intoxicating felony
Of primeval amenity.
Your paranoia exhausting
My false naïve understanding.
Remember our expressively
Dark paradise.
Sometimes i miss my old demons.
corazon Mar 2019
Long, glossed umber hair.
Sharp angled brows defined in the center.
An everlasting smile complimented
By full rose lips
And a blinding smile.
Ashen skin that radiates in the summer sun.
However, it’s her eyes that traps you.
Captivating cesious glances that sparkle in my direction.
Jewels of azure that brighten when
She answers the professor’s questions
with an unrelenting vigor of jubilant passion.
Her infectious personality,
her overwhelming intellect,
emphasizes her beauty perfectly.
That girl from that writing class.
  Feb 2019 corazon
UnitingWriting
The way you stand
The way you sit
The way you secretly laugh for a bit
You’ve been hurt
You’ve been broken
And yet your heart is wide open
You think no one sees
You think no one cares
But that is really just not fair
Because I see
Because I do
My heart is filled by just looking at you
  Feb 2019 corazon
teni
maybe people are meant
to fall in love
but not meant
to be together.

i was coming to terms with this
only to find out
we werent in love.
i was.
you never loved me
you didnt feel anything for me
you tried to,
but loving someone isnt something
you can make happen.

we always said we were meant to be, right?
soulmates
perfect for each other
you said our love was pure
and real
and unbreakable.
look at it now,
its shattered.

falling in love with you
was the easiest thing
ive ever done.
falling out of love
will be the hardest.
i guess the [lovers] code has been cracked.
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