Lucky are those whose destiny
Is choosen for them
For I feel their path
Is clear cut and laid out
They know what they are meant to be
They've had enough time to accept it
Unlike me for mine judgement
Is clouded with antsy and fear
With doubt and uncertainty
The future I foresee is out of my control
That makes me feel forlorn
Will all the risks be worth at the end ?
I frequent that path
Maybe I need to hold on
Till the end of the tunnel
When the light will reveal my place
And there will be no one
But myself to blame
Then I shall accept it raw

I think about how breathtakingly beautiful our world truly is
how many angles and raindrops have fallen among us
how the tallest of trees and smallest of pedals
sway together
colliding with the rhythym of our oceans
all of our oceans
all of our forests
all of our heartbeats
pulsing, colliding, swaying
I think about the rhythm of our planet and how lucky I am to rhyme
with all of it.

You cant call your self a dad
If  you were never there
If you were a good dad
Wouldn't you think we would tell you that?

Cesar you are so selfish!
Did you not see we were struggling?
Then for you to call and say
"Tell the kids I died I don't want anything to do with them"

Wake up you are a cheat
And you were so sweet
To all the other women you were with
It was neat that all you cared was about your self

Do you even remember who paid for you
When you were stuck in jail
Who sent 100 dollars each month
Well get this it was my mom

A single mother with courage
Who had 3 kids with you
Its discouraging that she stayed with you that long
Who in the right mind would?

As far as I know you have had six kids
And you don't have the decency to call?
All you know what to do is have kids
Is that all your good for?
What i can see thats all!

i don't believe in luck
(or god, or love, or you.)
i believe only what i feel,
and every day that's something new.
they refuse to use my lighter
because it's white (so very white)
all i have to say is,
does it matter -- the source of light?

I’ve heard that pupils
dilate when looking at
something you love.

After 116 days you
called and I didn’t
want to talk but
you insisted so
I interrupted and
asked what color
my eyes are.

I even told you I wish
I had my mother’s green
eyes envious of my sister
for getting to wear them,
and that on a lucky day a bit of
shamrock can be found in
the muck of my eyes.

After that I’d widen my eyes,
and ask what color they were
that day. You’d always say
green, telling me exactly what
I wanted to hear.

I could never forget
the icebergs you call eyes
because they never did
change in size.
So a week later
I called and told you
exactly what you didn’t
want to hear.

And I no longer mark
days lucky or unlucky
based on what I see
others seeing in me.

A word we use
When we don't
understand
Why or how

Oh believe that
It is not luck
But the universe
Who conspired

To bring us
Together.

-D.D.