Category: Poems

En los caminos los amigos te vuelven a encontrar, muchos luchan, Resistencia Civil Pacífica, contra el enemigo de la sensatez. ¿Carencia de conocimiento, corrupción moral, mediocridad y dejadez? ¿O vivimos en una fase caótica de una nación en desarrollo? Boyle nos dejó palabras por leer, pero por ahora la batalla se lidia en el Oeste.… Continue reading Los lobos se aferran a su banquete

In the South the sunset sits behind the clouds. We ride with the wind on our way to the place we call home. Roads unknown we travailed looking for adventure, I slipped and fell onlookers by, no shame, no pain, and we walked on through treacherous rocks down through the ravine, and out of it.… Continue reading Just the Two of Us

Home calls to me once more, she calls me to bathe in her pristine rivers, to bask in the sun, to marvel at her views, walk her roads. On a steel bluebird I will arrive, and heat will greet me, and she will say: “You are home now, boy, the place where you belong. These… Continue reading Home is Where I Want to Be

Prodigy and Havoc at it again Hell on Earth this time These kids are teaching me something. Something the ancients new about long ago. I don’t want to be hard on them, but they need a guide, or they’ll be lost in the Chaos. They need no further examples of mediocrity, only a balance education… Continue reading Wisdom of the Ancients

I wrote so many in college, but what were they all for? Oh, that’s right, for a grade. At least that’s what they taught me in high school. It occurred to nobody to mention it was an exercise in critical thinking –wisdom building. Smart enough to realize, but too young to be Captain of my… Continue reading What was an Essay?

Things might somewhat change for the better in the external, but seemingly the internal will always be haunted despite knowledge that should appease it. Whether you think or not, the horrors are there. It is their home, and like the madrileños from Olivo street, refuse eviction. A Baptist man stops me at a flea market… Continue reading The Horrors

It is ironic how so many of us became so glued and addicted to our own creations. To solve some problems, we created so many more, and Will our shortsightedness lead to our premature doom or will we listen to the wise sometime? You can go a whole life, and whole generations with you, not… Continue reading Shortsightedness

There comes a time when you’ve gone through something so many times it doesn’t make any sense to go through it anymore. It is, however, difficult to recover. Difficult to become someone else. Some help is always warranted. Time got you this far, maybe just give it a little more time.

In here, in this place I can feel my heart starting to give out like a warning that my time has begun to run out, and I wonder if these are merely poetic musings or anatomical realities vested upon me through lineage. My time along with everyone else’s began running out the minute we stepped… Continue reading Until There Is No Memory

It was a night around this time six years ago when I was on my way to pick up the blonde for our first date. I was a stranger in that structure patrolled by twelve paws. In the darkness of the night, I approached and saw the four paws that caught my attention. She seemed… Continue reading Mini