"mondragon" poems
Somewhere in great nature, Panama resides.
Many different colored roaming birds;
Dozen cows and wild horses gazing together in herds.
Far beyond the city, cows chewed grass
and pigs sat in warm ponds at noon,
and stray dogs barked after moving vehicles on a hill
As the sun began to die and the moon began
breaking the clouds, i'd lay awake, silently listening to distant animals and insects running off into the warm night
while tree branches tore through the wind miracously
And suddenly the utmost sound found its way into my mind. That of the little motions of night creatures
and stirrings and the thought of waking up in the pink light of early morning and beginning another adventure with my sister.
Panama is a place where people ****** an utter stranger with love and suffocate you with warm embraces
Oregon is becoming more and more a distant memory filled with fading faces.
With every breath, my body is filling itself with the beautiful essence and details of this country
All the blissful regions, rocky and slender
Out and about
Discovering the fresh and the bright.
In the ministry our words poured out like fragrance
Wisdom and peace was brought to those who inhaled every word
This trip has fulfilled its purpose
Teaching me to forget the things behind and stretch forward to the things ahead (Philippians 3:13)
~ M Mondragon
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
One gloriuos flower of many flowers,
The tenderness of patient minds, so
Many of variuos kinds.
Waiting to be loved
By its enemy,
A mindless dove
Generously blooming
Ready to be praised,
But be careful what you do
You'll bring forth eternal sleep once its raised.
Surrounding flowers fill themselves with tears,
Many sorrows reach vast valleys
Drowning their anguish,
Afraid to face their fears.
Their sun will no longer glow
Who will come along to lift her up and help her grow?
Praising purple and full of death
Even a harmless act can leave
A beautiful thing out of breath.
~ M Mondragon
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
I feel as if I had wasted my life my accomplishments were few and very dry
As I stand alone in this room filled with darkness
My ability to do good as always remains spark-less
My soul feeds on empty desires and hope
When I perish from earth; will my family be able to cope?
Mourn my death till resurrection?
Turn your gaze to someone who deserves your love and affection.
Of my skin women desired my complexion
Gravity itself cuts you off
But from me to you that was never my intention
Simplicity and uncertainty is surrounding the grey clouds of my mind.
Conquering different ideas but haven't come close to arrest the gift of thought.
Constantly reminded of the Shadowless creatures I continuously fought
I give thanks to God because from his sons blood I was bought
After the sun has faded in the west
I'm suddenly touched and absorbed to ignite the flame of life
Encouraged by many to leave behind the madness and strife
Precision thinking is a must
I refuse to give up and return back into dust.
Weak I once was
Yearning the wrong I once wanted
Materialistic views I had and yes, I would flaunt them
Well, I have come this far....
I let gods word pierce both my body and soul
I'll write it on the tablets of my heart
To keep me balanced and forever hold the key to self control.
-Marco Mondragon
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 1:05 AM UTC