a heart like yours

in the vow of secrecy
there is a technical
obvious mishap
causing a spill of honesty
weakness sinking
in grains of lose sand
drowning in the fear
of nonacceptance
forever a misfit
a square peg against
your well rounded heart
though i seek the love
i want to feel
a guarded thumping
is mostly revealed
I’ve seen who you are
introduced me to your soul
but never your heart
it could either be
time says not yet
or i’m not the one
your heart longs to beat
either way,
there is the inevitable blow
but risks are minimal
tiny test compared
if i achieved
a heart like yours
gracefully preserved
in an undying
goodness and bliss.

Elegance called life

Grace and emotion on awakening

Interpretation of joy and sorrow

Drinking upon the glass of chaste life

When the stream stopped flowing

Fountains and blinking lights

Can’t keep up, running, running

Running ahead

Darkness disappears at each step

Breathe, catching hopes

Up on trees and fireflies

Wings won’t identify the beauty

Of a man like puppets and strings

Run, walk, rest

Is this the cycle of living?

Arms and chest filled with sweat

Inhaling from the depths

Heart and mind stopped contradicting

Moving forward in this

Elegance called life

Erase Judas’ will of

Swinging from the ceiling

Rise up from the demons

That kept you drowning

Breathe, ascend, and feel

Life surging through your veins

Clarity and peace

A clear astounding reveal!

Emotion in every fiber of living

The passion to touch

Another human being

Quivering at a subtle peak of this summit

Breathing deeply, fully satisfied

Surrender to this

Elegance called life

June 08, 2014

Señor, por favor


“How cruelty can be forgotten by its offspring.”

Music started and the people danced
An old Spanish song played
Besame cha cha cha
Beating, awakening our ancestral blood
Reminding us of our crimson past
Three hundred thirty-three years
Slavery from thieves and rapists
Oh no, Señor, por favor!
Yet, here we are
Our children enjoying
Their tiny feet kept on thumping
To that old Spanish song
That is very least foreign
We shoved the language
But not the rhythm
I guess you were right
We are fools,
Fools for accepting your culture
Your tradition became ours
We do have independence day
But, your seeds remained
I guess we owe it to your king
Even the lands we plowed
We gave you a bounty
Your harvest is a portion of our earnings
For you believed, we owe you everything
Even the air we breathe
Oh, Señor, por favor!
You’re all long gone
But in my blood you run
You have made us upon your image
Ropes in our neck
We walked with the martyrs you killed
We thrived, survived
Endless bloodline of shame
I am a part of you
You are a part of me
We are the siblings of a cruel past
A past we both share in memory
And we will shine in beauty
Oh, señor, look at me
I am your daughter
We’re all your children
Oh, señor,
How did you make our lives?
A splendid irony.

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