The Cathedral

Take me to where
the Sultan of Swat
was king,
where 1918 chants
still echo.

A place that pulsated history
Legends were palpable
Take me to where
Gehrig stood on a mound
and said, “Today
I consider myself the luckiest
man on Earth.”
where a Captain
oh my Captain
was declared Mr. November.

Baseball’s Bronx Bombers
the 4 train ride
previewed the inside.
The bleacher seats
were comfortable
and congregation place
for creatures.

Families and friends
united
for America’s past time
Stadium traded in
for a plastic
second wife

Now demolished
but through
bittersweet memories
has life.

Bond

My father was
the first to
show me
that real men
cry.

My father is
my father
and at times
also a mother
because
she was locked
herself away
like a tea cup
in cupboard

and love
love is his
superpower
and for that
he was
he is
and will always
be my superman
constantly surviving

He never really
strayed
from his plan
happiness

La vida es sencilla
life is simple
he tells me
to this day.
You’re only wasting
your time
worrying
away
none of your problems
are here to stay.

I was born on Father’s Day,
fate sealing our bond
strength
is his legacy
that I’ll always carry on

I am my father’s daughter
revolutionary
rebel attitude
how many people
get kicked out of seminary school?

He showed me
that weird is cool
He sees me
as my truth
encouraging
believing
in all my dreams
I pursue.

Amy Amy Amy

No you weren’t good
You are the best.
In trouble
But you weren’t the type
To be saved.

Voice echoing
The irrevocable
highs
And
Lows.
voice
Paints with
Every emotion’s
Color.
Your music
the soundtrack
To each of my
Heart
Breaks.

I always
Find myself
Waking up alone,
Suffering the abuse
From alcohol.
Searching for
The elusive he.
He that can hold us
He that is
stronger than us
that Will love us
tomorrow
And after that.
He that will bond
An everlasting we.
I want to know him
And what it’s like
To love him.

I knew once
What it’s like to
Love from the soul
And what it felt
Like to have your heart
stole
the lesson learned is
Tears dry on their own,
With most men
It’s best to
Just be friends.

Because
Love Is a losing game
And each battle
I’ve lost.
Still hoping
To one day
Win the war.

Your songs
Nectar for my soul
Endless repetition of your
tracks
Although you faded to black
Amy, I just want you back