Romance is a garment

Romance is a garment in the washing machine. It needs the right setting and temperature to clean. With frequent washes, colors will fade. The garment might shrink, or it could even break. But if break it doesn’t, and habit it withstands, It becomes more...
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At the end of the rainbow

Love never stopped, but attachment did. I often dream of you; but my dreams won’t humor me. We are miles apart, in distance and in mind. We met at a fork and you followed your path. I carried your ghost with a stain in my heart. My path is of peace and hope that...
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Time – a poem

Time is the shelf life of the irrelevant, the reckoning of the unimportant, the marker of the finite. Sixty counts of self-imposed death sentences, illusory as matter, constant as dreams. For that which matters is not subject to time. Not the love of mother, not what...
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Falling – a poem

Mix water and oil. Dirt rises clouding the water… all the while letting your belly of silk caress me from behind, like a hand a rose. Cause mayhem. Put me on that roller coaster I wish not to ride; if you must. You find it interesting the places I’ve been,...
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Prayer for an Angel

The ones you took for granted who now you view from afar with tears in your eyes regretting what you destroyed The gifts you pissed away… The talent you wasted… And you look from afar feeling undeserving of the love that was once yours of the ones you...
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Becoming

I have poetry in my heart from the beauty I’ve seen, from the lives I’ve lived, from the loves I’ve loved. I’ve got waves of wonder pouring out of my heart, with stretches of blue,white and gold sand. I’ve got serenity in sea… the...
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Shells – a poem

They rushed out of the water and sat in the sand, covered with years, maybe decades of life. Once used, now picked up… they really don’t know the difference. If you hold them to your ear you can hear the ocean or the cry of emptiness or laments of love....
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Lecciones de amor

Aprendí a mirarte sin ruidos; a apreciarte sin tenerte, a acariciarte sin manos, a hablarte sin voz. Aprendí a diseñar pensamientos lindos, programas avanzados que se desplazan hacia ti. Entendí que siempre estarás, y que está bien. Te limpié un cuarto en un rincón...
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Momentos

Cerré los ojos y al abrirlos encontré tu sonrisa; y al tomarme de mano me guiabas en un círculo de danzas en el pasto de esa pequeña loma en la cual, sólo minutos antes, las vacas comían en tranquilidad. Respiré sociego y empaté tu sonrisa, sintiendo gozo… del...
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Final feliz – poema

El final nunca es feliz, pues no es final. Las flores se marchitan, la pasión perece; el drama crece y al romance inhabilita. La música cesa, el vino seca; las miradas ya no fijan, a penas cruzan. Las sonrisas no enternecen, los toques no electrifican; al amor lo...
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El viejo y la pipa – poema

El Viejo y la Pipa Compré un traje para una fiesta a la que no fui invitado. Estoy esperando a alguien que no quedó en llegar. Sigo aquí, pelando pa’ que otro chupe; amolando y siempre boto, queriendo y no pudiendo. Y no sé si querré ir a ese lugar de donde no...
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La raiz que te habita – poema

Pablito was a fellow poetry blogger who showed up on my blog in 2007 and called me his muse. He gave me small writing challenges I used as exercise. I didn’t know much about Pablito, but believe he was a literature student… had to be. While I was someone...
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Provocative writing

Update to June 2013: Paul Knopfler, the poet whose writing I refer to in this post cancelled his blog a few years ago, never to be heard from again – so the link to the full version of “The Consumer’s Manifesto” will not work. However, read on...
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Te soñé

Como si fuera ayer y nada hubiese pasado entre nosotros Como si la distancia fuera un fantasma de una pesadilla que nunca tuvimos Me sonreías con esos labios que tantas veces besé y de tus ojos emanaba paz y comprensión Me sentí en el cielo como solía después de hacer...
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Ode to impermanence

Sway to the bittersweet ballad of beautiful things coming to an end. The melancholy of joy intermixed with sorrow Parting from a presence that will never leave you Saying goodbye to yourself Move to the beat of impermanence, tears of joy in a static embrace. The...

Casita de pájaro

Cuando cesa la música solo queda el silencio. No es lo mismo tocar como tu, que ser tu. Los momentos perfectos no pueden replicarse. Es injusto medir el presente con cinta del pasado. Este traje no me sirve, pero es el único que tengo. O me lo pongo o me desnudo....

Bird house – a poem

When the music stops there’s dreadful silence. Someone who sounds like you is not you. Blissful moments cannot be replicated. It’s unfair to measure the present with yesterday’s tape. This suit does not fit, but it’s the only clothes I have....

The word

Words are cheap, but invaluable when they speak of the abundance of the heart. Emotions are male, aggressive rapists impregnating the mind. Thoughts bud like daffodils early Spring. Some bloom, others perish with their essence inside. But the mind is always pregnant,...

Losing you

  Missing you is hearing your drums when I play my guitar. It’s picturing curls as I drive in my car. It’s grasping for air. It’s batting the wind. Having you is sweetly fictitious for truth is a bummer; as actual as Olaf  in the dead of summer....

Becoming

I have poetry in my heart from the beauty I’ve seen, from the lives I’ve lived, from the loves I’ve loved. I’ve got waves of wonder pouring out of my heart, with stretches of blue,white and gold sand. I’ve got serenity in sea… the...

The excuse

I’m not your love; the one who keeps you up at night staring at the ceiling. I’m the one you took for granted when you thought you could do better. Now you know that “better” is loving and being loved. I’m the one who talks back; who...

Essentials

Take the words and leave me breath Take the house and leave my home Take the passion and leave my love Take me in pieces and leave me whole Grab the rocks and leave the strength Search for beginnings and leave the ends Grab the flower and let it rain Essentials Let...

Hindsight 20/20

Had I known it would sting so much I wouldn’t have ripped you off my heart. You are the never-healing sore that burns anew with every scratch. I would have taken you every place I went, had I known you would come anyway. You’ve traveled continents with me,...

What I gave you – a poem

What I gave you What I gave you were crumbs of love whatever the passion wolves didn’t devour. What I searched for in you were tender hugs respite from the hurt of times sour. And I didn’t buy you any rocks… the ones worthy of big commitments. There...