it's hard to find anything these days
in a world where it seems everyone is so
happily engaged to be engaged

home is where the heart is
that's the expression
the lesson in never forgetting
everything you've been blessed with
but memory is a funny thing
it's not always on your side
it doesn't always abide with the changing tides
sometimes it writes it's own rhymes
and flies it's kite way too close to the sky

If you pick me, you will forever live in poetry land.
Flowers blooming all the time.
If you pick me, you will always be enlightened with the word.
In the word our life will be sustained.
In all directions, I will protect your heart, mind, and spirit.
Falling into temptation, never making it my intention.
If you pick me, our love will overflow like a river in every season of life.
Breathing life,
Exhaling hope, despite all the chaos in this world.
But before anything,
you must be His favorite one for me.


Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.

My spoken word often
falls short of my
blood stained paper.
Where my heart spills
emotions only felt
with fingers between pages.

Words seasoned through the years,
lost love, heartache.
The many firsts and the lasts,
I experience my ink saturated tales.
Where one lives in a mysterious clarity
not received on the vocal reenactment.

Writing comes in waves, like the coast.
Overwhelmed, drenched in feeling,
fading then; waiting to crash back
against me eroding barriers.
To keep my detached self between
one tidal eruption breaking my
total defense from all intervention.