Ah,

And Control,The base,And violent feelingsThat considerationFor others,And all confidenceStole,Are just some of theDeplorable, DisgustingTools, used by thoseThat stop at nothingTo regain total power,And control,Calling themselves‘democrats’And all of us,Worthless fools!So be on guardAnd don’t forgetThat more often than not!Tyranny, does not askPermission,Nor at close doorsDoes it gently,Knock,So very oftenTyranny start at home.

Wanting to know,Wanting to share,Wanting to be,More than anything else,Feelings that care.

But write,Giving WordsMuch more meaningColor and exuberanceThan they alreadyMay have,Thus, the poet shinesReaches high, flies,Skies of HeavenNever dies,Projecting feelings,Understanding,That traverse,The mysteries,Yet untoldBut that live onThru Verse.

Of pleasurable nectar,Disappeared,Till the wings of happinessWere broken and seared,But I never found youAnd drowned in my own tears.

I’ll become the cold Wind, shrinking to a sigh,I will fold up like a handkerchief’s goodbyeIf you go, if you leave me, I’ll just Die.If you go,Who will share my simple verse?Who will travel thru my Universe?Who will calm my everlasting thirst?Who will heal my dreams and my tears, dry?If you go.

Hay demasiada luzLas Amapolas bailan solasEn la noche,Cuando el mundo duerme,En forma de cruz.EnglishAmapolas bleed by night,Because by day,There is too much light.Amapolas dance alone,In the night,As the world sleepsAnd is crucified.

Most relationships don’t last,Selfishness, interest moves most heartsLifelong friendships are a thing of the past.

So, you and I, we will never be apart,As long as a poem, everyday will start,The romantic beating of our helpless heart!

That baroque does not provoke,As beautiful is the lily,As the towering, stately oak.

Sometimes like a religion can,But poetry’s prayers are better,Because they include every man.

Are they Poetry’s goal?To protect our fragile, sanity.

When you try to obliterate,Their rights and liberty,Manipulate.The American People said,‘That’s Enough’Wool can’t be pulled,Forever over the eyes,Of everyone that cries,‘We have been fooled,And we’ve had enough’,Only fools and blind politicians,Keep completely out of touch!

porque te quiero tanto!Here are all my tears,Take them, they’re yours,Because I love you so.

When will it melt?No one knows, When,Centuries may go by,And it may still be there,Icebergs don’t die,They just float in despair

That is simply so unique,The way it stresses, feelings, wordsNot sold at any boutique.Poetry, cradles feeling,As if it were her child,And makes us go into Beauty’s throw,With the strokes of some words,With a movement, not blurred,Of a pen, a heart and of Life.

It’s the kind of emotion,That makes you feel, never by yourself.

Or turn itPolitical butter,Won’t, earn it.False and rancidAll the same,Political corruptionIs their gainAnd our pain,OverpricedIntolerable device,This political curse,Corruption!

A lot said,In small space,With very little ink,But that should openLinks that make youThink!Poets are stingyWith theirFace to face,They want to makeSureNo thoughts goTo waste,They want to reachQuickly, the heartOf all mattersAnd sum up the totalBefore inspirationJust fizzles,Or shatters.