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Slipping away
Through life events,
Through its ups and downs
To the brightest and darkest nights.

Will our souls find the ardent night together?
Will the stars make a path for us in the night sky?
Will the events lead us to be?

Serendipity takes us,
Leaves us,
Might find us.

Through all my failures,
Through my struggles,
My trials.

Will it find us?
Will it find you?
Will it find me?

I don’t know
Through these events
I just hope to find us.



Dreams splattered in disarray,
Behold the thoughts,
That make you captive.

Look below, look above
Stare at the mirror.
What do you see?

A villain,
A hero,
Your best friend and worst enemy


Take a look
What have I done?
Those are some thoughts.

Look beyond,
What do you see?
Are those your dreams?

If so, take another look
That’s you
In the making.

Beyond your failures,
Beyond the disarray
Beyond those thoughts.

Lies the image alone,
Of the person you mold,
Of the image you see beyond.

Then you realize
Beyond this broken mirror
Lies a beautiful human.

Flawed in many ways,
Nonetheless beautiful,
Like yourself.

The Beauty of Black

BrittanyMesmerize my eyes in the street,
Let your hair go with the summer wind.
Melt the streets in the Texas heat.

You are the jazz in my mind,

The vivid expression of life.

Your eyes told me the untold,
Your struggle, your fights
Your dreams.

Sometimes drowned by stares,
Sometimes by words.

You are the vivid picture,
Of what life is in a struggle.

Your skin is that of a goddess,
In this summer heat.

Vibrant, classy and smart,
Above those that stare down,
With a smile in your face,
Not mattering race.

A woman, a mother
That is black.

Ain’t nothing more beautiful than that.

Covered in Flowers

Claude Monet - Rose Field Near Argenteuil

Covered in flowers,
You were the muse
To my starry nights.

Covered in flowers,
To disguise beauty in more beauty,
Only to get your essence.

A field of roses
Spark your red lips,
Color of my passions.

To be covered
From head to toe
With the gifts from God.

The essence of my day
Is you
Covered in flowers.



In the depths of despair,
The soul clings to a new beginning
A new hope.

Lounging through the obscure puzzle of the mind,
Looking for the pieces to solve,
Looking for light.

Shadows laugh in the dark alley,
Faces seem friendly,
They walk in a meretricious way.
I am confused.

To be confused,
You need that to find yourself.

May it be in the fields,
May it be in the city,
May it be at home.

To be lost in thoughts,
To walk Dali’s “Persistence of Memory”

To see the light,
Is to forget the past.
To wake yourself in the midst of the sea
Looking for that treasure deep in your heart.

To live, oh to live!
Is to get lost,
So then you can be found!

With a new perception in mind.

Lost in Lust


Blinded by desire,
I plunge into the flesh,
To the passion I am tied.

Indulgence in every step,
Making a fool of myself
By consuming all desires.

I am lost, in an abyss
I am lost in desire
I am lost in lust.

I am trapped in my sin
My vision is blurry
So are my dreams.

Trapped in a moment,
The pleasure is gone.
Woke up to realize
Everything is gone.

La Muerte


¿Cuantas montañas subirá el hombre?
¿Cuantos mares navegara?
¿Cuantas historias contará?
¿Cuantos cuentos leerá?
¿Cuantas lagrimas llorará?

Pa´encontrarse el hombre mismo.

¿Cuantos amaneceres verá?
¿Cuantos labios besara?
Pa´encontrar el amor.

¿Cuantas teorías hará?
¿Cuantos descubrimientos hará?
Pa´encontrarse con el razonamiento.

¿Cuanto nos durará la vida,
Pa´contestarnos las preguntas?

La vida abre sus brazos,
Pa´abrazar la sabiduría.
Pa´encontrarse alegría.
Pa´encontrarse el amor.

Soñamos más allá de las estrellas,
Edificamos ciudades,
Amamos sin rumbo fijo.

Algunos viven
Otros existen,
En este alboroto
Que es la vida.

Vivimos viendo estrellas,
Ciudades, atardeceres
Los crepúsculos.

Sentimos la vida,
Lloramos, reímos
Nos gozamos.

Algunos acompañados
Otros solos,
Pa ser recordados
Por algunos cuantos.