"moises" poems
"Stress is caused by being ‘here’ but wanting to be ‘there’"
that's how a German author defines stress.
I read this quote
and write it down
in that tab I open
secretly at work
to avoid being
seen by my boss.
That tab,
that lives like a refugee,
like everything I like.
Buddha whispers to my ear,
-Attachment is the root of suffering-
with his funny accent
-The richest man is not he who has the most, but he who needs the least.-
I call into question
my arms race
against myself.
That cold war that started years ago
and never ended.
Yahve sets a
bush on fire
on the park
and talks to me.
He talks about
the promised land.
The same land he once promised
to Abraham,
to Isaac,
to Jacob,
to Moises,
to my grandparent,
to my parents.
And I then remember,
I am also a part of this exodus.
-the end justifies the means-
I repeat this to myself,
like a mantra,
trying to convince myself
as I see the parts of me
being left in the path.
The goal blends
into the horizon
like a mirage.
I see how other boys
come closer.
They are younger,
and run faster,
and better.
And I once was
one of those boys,
ready to run for days.
Privileged.
My parents ensure
my path has less rocks
and that my wall
(that wall people who run long distances know)
was lower and softer.
I see the corpses in the path
of the persons who weren't even able to see
the end.
My life is a constant wanting
to reach those lands
while I hate the desert
under my feet.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
Dear Golden Gate Bridge,
Can you give her back to me?
Split the water in two and I will be Moises
Angry and scared,
desperate and delusional
like Dolly was about Jolene
She fell in love with your edges and your deceiving depths
And you never saw right through her and thought that maybe she just wanted you to be the sloppy second for once. Rebound to a better life.
Splash!
You are a ruthless lover but I'm starting to understand the fascination with that edge of yours.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Jolene, I need to be baptized in your love
And I will assure you that I can swim and you will pretend to care.
Moises will fly to a sure fall. Let him drown. He would have never made it to Noa's arc anyways.
Let me drown.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC
A Star Among Other Stars Is Still Considered A Star No Matter How Shiny... How Many Points It Has... Or How Big It Is... But When All Stars But One Become A Moon... Will The Moons Ever Notice That Star Is Still There? Waiting For Itself To Not Just Turn Into A Moon But Actually Decide Whether It Wants To Become One? Because If That's The Case For A Moon To Forget The Meaning Of A Star... Then I Will Forever Stay One.
~Moises G.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 8:32 PM UTC
How Much Longer Shall I Wait For The World To End When My World With You Hasn't Even Begun?
~Moises G.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 8:57 PM UTC
We Are Lost Children Living Within A Society That Demands Perfection...
~Moises G.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 8:38 PM UTC
We Will Always Grow Up Realizing How unfair Life Can Get.. But Some Of Us Are Tired.. Some Of Us.. Go Through The Hardships While The People Who Believe We "Want" The Easy Way Out Are The Ones That Blindly Walk A Road They Don't Even Own. Such Nerve.. Why Do We Suffer What They Deserve?.. Even Through Our Difficulties.. The Fair That We Deserve Is Our Hope To Prove Them Wrong.. A Taste Of That Sweetness We Lust For That Many Of You Bitterly Devour Without Love... Life Can Choose To Be As Difficult As It Wants To Be.. But We Can Choose To Either Accept That It Will Get Worse... Or Become What Needs To Be The Better.
~Moises G.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
A Chance Isn't About The Right Time... It's About Understanding Opportunity And Never Letting It Go... Just Because You Failed Before Or Just Think You're Too Late... Doesn't Mean You Can't Be That Turn Around That Life Has Been Waiting For. There Really Is No Such Thing As The Right Moment For Many Certain Things... Only The Right Choices.
~Moises G.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 9:05 PM UTC
..Her eyes are innocent yet her heart is full of sin you cannot cure...
.. his eyes are full of lust but his heart means well and behind his thick blood made of pure...
~Moises G.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 8:26 PM UTC