Category: Poems

En nuestro rincón del paraiso caminábamos por bosques y quebradas y llegábamos una y otra vez a la Torre Eiffel caribeña. No había camino al que no me siguieras, cruzando por los aires y el mar. Cuando te sentías sola, explorábamos los encantos del Oeste, sus aguas, el Santuario y…

When you were alive, you’d sit on the balcony smoking a cigarette looking at the mountains, and the trees, and the stars. Sometimes it was three in the morning, and I’d come look at you through the window or the open door, You couldn’t sleep and I could only imagine…

Loose like a goose, enjoying what you do, let not greed cloud your mind or judgement. Provide for yourself and your family, serve your community by providing the best extension of yourself. Think twice and thrice, don’t forget what really matters. Stay small and connected. Read the pages of your…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…