Imagine Everything
About 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 set of circumstances to emerge free of his delusion.
Still, an innocent soul was lost, and he shed a tear, a tear that fooled me for a moment,
but no…
indeed he was a villain after all,
and she
deserved better.
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 not.
In these hallways I didn’t learn much.
Mind minding other things. My time there not well used,
but that is how my story goes.
All connected somehow…
Thermal waters, total relaxation.
The energy, the stress.
All zapped away in 15 minutes of sweat inducing waters.
Had to walk slow up the steps to lay on the brick bench.
I could feel my heart beat all around my body
as
the relaxing tunes played in the background.
An iguana jumped from tree to tree eating
flowers.
I had not felt such relaxation in a long time, if ever.
It was almost divine. Like I could die in peace in this foreign place, and it wouldn’t matter.
We became lost in the banana plantation.
The fault of unreliable technology; a chance to test navigation skills.
Through the field of giant, white fans we went, to end up lost again searching for a beach.
What we found instead was a mangrove restoration project, and a man there who seemed to be done flying his drone.
Another adventure, another destination experienced.
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 your successor.
The energies in this dimension feel like so.
I, son, have become like my father.
To accomplish what? I still am unsure,
but
things begin to unfold and make sense
little by
Little.
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 taking part in a fight for freedom;
unpurposed structures–
what a waste.
To the highlands where I was raised, I returned to marvel
at the road that used to be paved by pink flowers in the
Spring,
but even
unattended trees
can be taken over by parasites.
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 that fall from the trees,
the path can be hidden from you, even if it was before and within you
all
along.
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 was here before you and me for Millenia.
She will always have the final Word, your arrogance will meet an immovable wall, the Room will corner you, in
Solitude confine you.
Judgement shall be cast upon you.
Reconsider Greed, reconsider the Evil you do. You and no one are anything under the weight of Existence.
Not the dust of your bones will remain. Respect thine others, know thy place amongst the Cosmos and stars
whose Light permeate our Earthly origin.
We are but a microorganism, a subatomic particle in the vastness of the Horizon. No border can exist among
Infinity.
You don’t know who you’re playing with from my Irish girl to my Brown grandmother, this people no se deja.
Don’t start a beef you can’t control for the volcano may blow in your face.
AI won’t save you from OI.
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, no puedo abandonarte.
No hay orgullo más grande que ser de aquí y pertenecer a
a ti.
Te apreciamos, te pensamos, te lloramos y por ti luchamos junto a nuestros
hermanos.
No puedo dejarte, preciosa, no puedo olvidarte, no puedo abandonarte.
Un día no muy lejano bailaremos y festejaremos a la orilla de tus playas cuando todos aprendamos
a valorar tu amor.
Hoy y por siempre seras nuestra preciosa.
No puedo dejarte, no puedo olvidarte, no puedo abandonarte.
