An alluded request

Write me lines

like Neruda

Write about an invincible love

that all of nature knows,

how it conspires

to help us blossom

Write your lines

on my body

Do to me

what spring does with the cherry trees

my bones will store our secrets

Write 100 sonnets

inspired by our

mornings

afternoons

nights

Write odes about

my laughter

hands

eyes

Write about our bond

that when my eyes close

They’re with your dreams

Escríbeme en español

porque sabes que es

la única lengua

que mi alma entiende ***

Write

so our spirits can

communicate

across distance and time

Write me these lines

and I’ll love you without pride

Without questioning

where, how or when

Write these lines with your actions

Because I write lines too

Don’t want to spend nights

writing the saddest verses

like I have before

feeling the weight of your absence

because loving someone

is short

But to forget them

is so

long.

***Write to me in Spanish

because you know

that it’s the only language

my soul understands

Break

The struggle is real

but I refuse to accept

that fates are sealed.

when reality is harsh

it becomes surreal.

Violence and poverty

are steel like chains

causing inequality

to remain.

Shootings on street corners

believed to be the hood’s

epidemic but history

proves it’s a repetitive

pandemic.

Death left to rot

in the streets

expecting everyone

to nonchalantly

march to their beat.

A modern version

of the Colosseum

leaves people

suffering with delirium.

Feed them

students can’t learn

if they’re hungry or cold.

Injustice is a 17 year old

not knowing how to read

1984 to understand

how to be freed.

 

Greed

 

Walmart made a deal

with the devil

to reach higher levels

while they treat employees

like pebbles.

 

But it’s not just them

 

we’re running a human

drag race with false

head starts and

unequal distribution of parts

based on arbitrary decisions

or who your kin is.

 

We were founded

by rebels that yelled

no more

And when given

no choice

they found their voice.

Wake up America

and make some noise.

 

 

Ink

Poetry brings clarity

in a world filled

with insanity

 

Long time ago

a friendship was born

with a pen

 

whispered words

from worlds not seen

or heard, truth

 

Masked in metaphors

but it shines

bright blue

 

Pen weaved words

bringing comfort

to the soul

 

 

Because it will

get beaten down

and worn

 

Band aids can’t heal

bullet wounds, restoration

found in literary art

 

In solitude, pen proved

to be the greatest

of friends

 

Promised to be

loyal till it’s last

breath

 

Provided a root for

inner strength’s tree

to grow

 

Leaves of creativity

and hope

fountain flows.

Voodoo Child

I speak with a stare

can leave your body

feeling lighter than air

Serenade your skin

with kisses velvet soft

Convert fantasies into

realities

Navigate my way

north

west

east

south.

you’ll feel my power

in your mouth

feel like the luckiest

man alive.

I’ll warn just once

Don’t fuck with me.

I’ll leave you

high and dry

without warning

or goodbye

because I can

turn fire into ice,

if you don’t play

nice

A Poem prayer

A harp grows

wings

Kind words to

speak

Faith like

blanket.

Trust in the good

and take a

leap

space

It’s yours

Silent sage

rule the

thoughts

in your

heart.

Peace to

everyone and

everything

let happiness reign

pour blessings of joy

every day.

Patience

It’ll come.

Close your eyes

count to three

Breathe and

let it be.

Muse

Did you make

a pact with

heaven,

to borrow

melodies

harmonies?

bated breathe

Hold

that

note

Captivating

Let passion play

sending shivers

down my spine

sweet surrender

to your sound.

Thinking of

possibilities

if it was

only me

and

you

around.

Make my body

your guitar

Allow me

to show you

how to

sing

a different

tune.

Twins

Two pennies

copper core

different destinies

unravel as their

stories  unfold

 

 

Green and worn

she was unfraid

to grab life’s reins

and travel

explore

 

 

He was cautious

Terrified to be

tails up, took pride

in being shiny

and pristine

 

Same source

paths diverge

start is different

from where you go

choice is yours.

Mecca

I dreamed of

Machu Picchu

the voices of

my ancestors

calling to my soul

evoking past life

memories.

Royalty, daughter

of the sky

standing by

mama ocllo’s side.

Constructed our

masterpieces in

stone

Regal and adorned

in gold. Our empire

vast and wide

We lived on top

of the mountains

civilization on the rise

Inti nuturing

the land

cultivated to feed

all

of

its

people

no hunger

observing the cosmos

masters in astrology.

Protective mist, shield

against the ignorance

and the weapons

they would wield.

green serenity

time escapes in

temple of the sun

Inca’s sanctuary

for fun.

wonder

just

wonder

If they never came

Quechua would

fountain flow

from our mouths

but history weighs,

colossal structure

now slowly

descending back

to Earth.

When this life

cycle ends, send

my ashes back

My spirit knows

the way.

Tank Life

Neruda the narcasstic

fish, that fell in love

now stuck in the tank

Staring at his reflection

peck, peck, peck

Loner, electric

green eyes

brooding in a corner

no surprises

just sulky

Duet

If hearts

could sing

it would sound

like her

seamlessly going

through the highs

and lows

velvet sound

notes like tear

drops, but in

command

bouncing on

the scale

speaking a language

you can’t understand

universal love

whispers that

break glass

cries that fill

the blackholes

of the universe.

But maybe

its like his

pain and strain

yet beautifully

dancing in the rain

truth, every emotion

it’s own hue

reflection of where

your thoughts roam

warm home

tenderness of the soul