Deep cut from a knife
Short or long, can end your life
But one cut left scar.

They can live alone
Any place on Earth which known
But few see they grown

Water starts to drop
Falling in our own rooftop
How long it will be?

By; Reuben Paredes
Come, here the great white clouds are passing by,
Lift, my mind and body and carry me to an endless sky,
Offer, a comfort of joy and sail into the ride of quest,
Under, the branch of tree and with your shade lay me to a rest,
Dwell, be my home against the rage of storm and stay by my side,
See, watch the every steps of my day and be my guide.

How can I reach the star that so high?
To wonder and magnify and make a sigh
By looking beyond the horizon
In my troubled mind, I can find a reason

Stars are like angels floating and shining above
Guiding us in the road of our love
Leading us to the place were joy and happiness live
Were dreams and destiny, we strive to believe

Both of us, whether you and I find us first,
But the paramount of our existence is the laughter we bursts
Never letting the light lost in our hearts,
Is the only greatest gift, we can wish from the stars.

How can I begin with?
From my mother’s womb until my first breath
There’s a reason my family to celebrate
A new life was begin and create

Make a stand and walk is not yet for my feet
To say and talk is not an easy feat
Move and speak is a tall order task
And I can only do is a cry for ask

In my mother’s teaching it builds my foundation
To prepare the stages of my education
Leaving for a short time a house that I call home
Striving for the world having a bigger dome

For each day I live I choose to be the best
To taste the sweet of what a joyful rest
I broke my heart, for every gain
Along the way, I face the pain

Can I still find my own finest day?
Or a death has a final say
Will I find the key to my prison break?
Or to die an opportunity to be free.

On the month when the rain occur
The moment a dark clouds paints over the sky
There’s a sunlight that looks and appear
My house filled with pleasant surprise and joy
A cute little puppy quiet and shy

From the time we meet, I can see a new day
As the time passing by I can perceive his way
Learning to be patient is the only cue you have
To understand and know it more to love
I can only think what tricks he needs to yearn

As each days disappear, I wonder with the things he learn
Teaching to discipline is a critical tool for him to grasp
In step by step one from the other, he gets and picks it up
Being on his side and knowing his fine is a comfort
Home without him and leaving alone it as like as desert.

Playing, giggling and running are fun and like I’m wearing smile
Taking a photo and catching moments are memories to be file
Treating him my best friend is the best I could give
For this poem is dedicate to my loving pet, that still live
And I want to fill up, the blank three times
Pocholo! Pocholo! Pocholo! is the name that rhymes.