Category: Poems

Sometimes I don’t know if life is a random sequence of events or a novel carefully orchestrated by an anonymous writer who narrates his story in the third person, and titles his œuvre in the first. An honest man who became a villain or a villain who needed the correct…

Alma mater revisited these hallways contained unkempt books, books long unread long un-curated. a library far from its potential. no money to take care of books the government says— shame, shame. How could this be? How could we allow such a thing? Oh, please tell me why, for I know…

It is an honor to see you are remembered and held in such high esteem around these parts. The lady you helped in your FEMA days remembered you. The nice old man at the guard tower too, even my new buddy remembered you. I see myself as you or as…

Life doesn’t change immediately if at all, Not all problems have to be solved now, some things are just meant to be poetry…

I walked the streets of the Northern town that saw me open my eyes for the first time by the waves plagued by abandoned buildings. The blue prison that could be a museum, I saw. The same prison where a fellow writer I met was harbored many years ago for…

A cosmic benevolent being speaks to me on the road. He teaches me things not so apparent at first glance, Like Daniel, I have had to peel at the layers of these obscure lessons towards a process of self-discovery. In a world where brainwashing is as real as the leaves…

Existential agression, you forget the laws of physics, every action you take against the people will be met with an equal or greater reaction, Universal Law, there’s nothing you can do. Darkness doesn’t last forever, even the Morning fog dissipates to display a radiant sun, down on the valley that…

Caminamos por la sombra y el sol en multitud unidos, Por el valle que un día dio fruto hacia el Pueblo de los Bellos Atardeceres a Cantar y Bailar por la vía de la Libertad, Y Las lloviznas nos despidieron Sotto l’ombra di un bel fior.

Que preciosa eres y que afortunados somos ser hijos tuyos, El primer amanecer que vimos fue el tuyo, el primer aire que respiramos y las primeras estrellas que observamos en el bosque, entre los robles y los pinos, y el cantar del coquí. No puedo dejarte, preciosa, no puedo olvidarte,…