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Time

Ticking time that never stops,

Time, a linear concept,

Precious time, valuable time, wasted time.

They say it heals,

They say it’s just a concept.

When did it all start?

Is it related to the divine trilogy?

Always thought it was,

The clock marks the time

In intervals of three.

Time…

Does it really exist?

When is it the time to start,

And the time to end?

Don’t wait too long,

Before it is too late.

Be Creative

In every step,

In every direction,

Be creative.

When there’s nothing,

When everything is dismal,

You must create.

Be creative,

Even in your wake,

It can make the best cup of joe

You’ve ever had.

And when in doubt

And in struggle,

You must see what is not.

In a world full of words,

A thousand pictures

And a millions films

You must be.

Be creative.

Deprived

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Trapped… in what feels like my own desires,
I observe the world.
One night at a time.

Traveling, dancing and drinking
All in the mind.
Trapped within four walls
I remember, pieces of the past.

I am puzzled,
With the things that I did.
I was lost.

Confined in these walls
I’ve thought about my desires.
How I wanted to kiss her,
How I wanted to taste her.

A desired never fulfilled,
To experience life,
To live more than my thoughts,
To feel each day.

I, a victim of fervent passions.
Guilty of indulgence,
Guilty of my sins.
Now, I reflect upon these four walls.

What is?
What was?
What will it be?

I ponder every time,
Now in these walls
That I’ve created, from my past life.

To reach the ultimate freedom…
What does that feel like,
Once you are not deprived?

The Struggle II

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In the blink of an eye,
I lost it all.
In the blink of an eye,
It was all gone.

For what is life,
Without a struggle?
What is love,
Without a heartbreak?

What are words,
Without meaning?

Through the night sky,
The wandering mind
Looses itself,
In that blink of an eye.

The sea that was once tamed,
Is now a raging storm.
The summer days
Are almost gone
And both the night and day
Seem longer each day.

Dismal days,
Clouded mind.
Larger nights,
Paths diverged.

These are the days
Where I pick myself up.

Shakespeare said,
“The valiant never taste of death but once.”

And I, despite my losses,
I have not died.
Nor will I,
With a defeated mind.

Above and beyond
This down-trodden road
That I roam.
I know,
The comfort will come.

Once I decide,
What path I am on.

The Lines

The Lines

Where do I draw the line,
Where it all divides?
Will it ever end?

The bombs, the fire, the hate
All stem from the source
Of a decadent heart,
Pumping poisonous blood.

From Charlottesville to Spain
But it is no surprise,
Going through tough times
As our history tells.

Does it repeat?
Does it ever end?
Who am I,
But just a mere writer
Depicting in words what my heart perceives.

While others stay adamant,
Speaking in no regard
To the atrocities that were
And are to come
If we don’t unite.

The mask unveils,
Upheavals arise
And the sun goes down.

God help us all,
In restoring our strength,
Our faith and our step
To lead us to a path of unity
And not slavery.

Forgive us all,
God above.

 

The Treacherous Road

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Dangerous, treacherous road
Leaves me blinded at times.
The dawn and twilight
Seem uncertain at times.

At times…
I’ve fallen
Into an abyss
Down the treacherous road.

I’ve cut myself
Picking up roses
That would only die
A long the way.

I’ve tumbled
Into a desert
And even got off the road,
Wondering where to go?

Tire and worn out,
The sun shines above
Illuminating the path below,
To find the road
That will take me home.

Not the ones my parents made,
But the one up ahead
Where there are water and wine
And something to dine.

The one up ahead,
The one with clear skies
And starry nights.

That one
Where my library is full
And there are no fools.

That one,
The one I will earn
Once I get off
The treacherous road.

Blue Texas 


Among the open skies,

And the river banks.

Amongst the colors of your land,

I look into your sky

And plunge into the stars

Searching for dreams,

And adventure to live.

Throughout the sky of blue,

I see my name,

Written among the stars.

The twilight comes and dresses the night sky.

It is wearing blue.

The warm summer nights welcomes the moon,

Tells the sun goodbye,

And all I see is blue.

Blue Texas.