Poetry

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SQUARE GLASS BOXES

It can not be written
and read from inside a square glass box
during office hours
all the lines of separation
layered in between the air
He found no one there
who dared
just a square glass box

motionless letters
unspeakable pain
remain trapped
except from time to time
a memory revives
a silently unwanted
guest uninvited
bringing a square glass box

all the incomes in the world
couldn’t buy
the traction or moons
the motion felt by some
on the highways over bedrooms
in the noise typewriters make
inside all the square glass boxes
that have yet to break


THE MACHINE WITH CONCRETE

Down the path of least resistance
to her chin
rolled a tear from deep within
proving
that the soul still speaks
in ways the world at large critiques
that water rotates underneath
in two trillion years
like the Machine with Concrete


FLARE

Do you know if he has also seen
all the leaves turning bright green
and when that cool spring day was through
was the sun setting behind him too
bright like a lighthouse beacon’s glare
red like a burning distress flare


NEW

The weight will slowly leave your bones
like a breeze blowing through an empty home
and then the sunlight finds your skin
renewing everything within


FIGHTS IN GREY

Maybe now’s a good time to fight back
when the salt is white
the pepper black
who has grabbed him by the chin
in the corner
of this old boxing ring
who yells at him
to get back in

if He’s the coach
who coaches Him


STOPPED STORMS

And everything moves all the time
the crying blue storms
heralding times unseen but true
in the silly faces from me to you
holding the line outside realms of possibility

as the rolling seemed stopped
against a wall raised out of dust
cemented and strong in the context
of sun and sediments’ decay
real places of mist that never go away

find all that once stopped
in a sea of moving matter
in oceans of backs and beings broken
the thought gone before it appeared
in the minds of the unspoken


WIND

Let me imagine
this pain as wind blowing past my heart
suffocating it until it surrenders
breaking the most fragile part

Let me realize
this pain is never coming back around
if I cherish whatever is left beating
when the wind dies down


MOTHER NATURE

Some creatures on the beach, you see
are not part of society
Mother Nature is their only home
the dunes their holy place to roam
they look like us when passing by
but there is more than meets the eye
they live in tune with all her songs
and travel where spirits belong
at night as they lay their heads
unaware of modern dread
they sleep soundly, conscience clear
forever free from force and fear
out of reach of devilish voices
demanding we make different choices
those creatures on the beach, you see
Mother Nature is their identity


BACKWARDS

Forgive me
for walking backwards
further away from you
I left you there
in this godforsaken end station
along with the heavy bags
that we once packed
the trains are leaving backwards
like me
you don’t understand
but I don’t have words
and I am walking backwards


SEA OF FATE

Let me drive without the brakes and
be the fool
who raised the stakes

karmic debt is mine to pay
If I must leave I’ll never stay

the ballast is of unknown weight but
by God
let me sail the sea of fate


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