Poets,

An image hardly touched,But when, my love,You love this way,One word can mean so much!

Not all in Life is dutyHearts should often be,The better judge.

Visits can produce,You always introduceLake-like lingeringTreasure, that opensHearts and soulsIn lonely, silent booths,As poets writeAnd do their best,Hoping to conserveBeauty, Life and Truth.

Love the Ocean,Stars above,Love life always,With respect,Love the Moon,The Light, project,Poets dreams,Always upset,By life’s schemes,Never at rest,Melody,Sweet song expressed,Poetry,Still man’s best quest.

Says man in every landAnd I hunt and I kill,So often, at willCausing pain and chagrinUsing Evil as thrill,Causing mistrust and chill,Bitter footprints in the sand.Of what nature do we comeThat we’re stillSuch rotten scum,After millions we have killed?I cannot understandThat the HandThat’s used to saveIs the HandThat could somedayAlso be used, to kill…..

Don’t you, also feelThey’re just about,The bestWe have around.

Shake you up!No mamby-pambyIn first gearYou’re stuck,You have to feel itDeep inside,Its roots, its WorldSometimes, its cries!And let it haunt youAnd confront you, tooUntil somehow,It sings to youAnd is so movinglyAlive,You can’t forget itFor the rest of yourEntire, Life!

To want to give to another,More than you would ever want for yourself,To see the sun rise in another’s eyes,To hold their hand, completely satisfied,Love you can’t explain or even hide.Oh Love, my love so great, divine,And every bit of it all mine,Oh Love, my love the rivers flowThe oceans and the winds, love blow,In…

When lovers eyes at last do meet,It is Life’s biggest, single feat.To understand what lies within,The lover’s heart, you surely win,A life of glorious happiness,Where two are one, with one caress.

Nada perdura,Nada es para siempre,Not even the sea,Not even you and meNot even memoriesThat become faded,And past,No, nothing lasts.Life is a processionTowards nothingWith an obsessionFor happiness,Never found.We are born with nothingAnd with nothing we leaveNada and NothingAre the end of everythingAnd when we leave,No one will even rememberWe had ever been around,Nothing gained, Nada found.

I want to make others feel,The Beauty, Love that thisWorld has in its core,That the true Artist can reflect,In painting, poetry, theaterAnd so much more,But, I can’t! For I amToo insignificantly, SmallEven though I’ve tried,Many times before,The true Creative SpiritIs so much more…..

And want you always by my side,I know you understand,You also know that Love is All,Not just a footprint in the sand,I know you understand,That at the same time,Love hurts and can be weak,Held together by a mere strand,Of Passion, that is grand,That fills the heart,Your life and your land,But that must be taken care…

No one ever cared,As ever and ever,You cared for meOur time was so short,Together,But our love shallForever be,I promise you,Adored, beloved,You will alwaysBe alive in me.

When love meets desire,Life gets a new start,And all that’s around you,Awakens, new dawn,And saying, ‘I love you’Is Life’s hope, reborn.

Excesses, accumulating,Truly out of hand,Those responsible,For them, no reprimand,Many things are crumbling!Very hard to understand,How those now who have power,Have been making wrong decisionsRoughly written in the sand.

Filling all my universe,With sounds, meanings so diverse,Cannot very clearly see,What is music, what is verse,For they both incite in me,Feelings of great tenderness.I’m at peace when I’m with thee,Music, Words and Melody,Perfect World, in harmony,As the bird sings, Liberty,Only Art can make you free.

Have carried usSo far!So why have weNot dropped,Our ancient poisonsOn the way?And no matterWhat is done or taughtKeep, carrying onIn such inhumanAnd destructive ways?Not too proud a storyOf abuses, crime,No glory.

Sometimes like cities in the Sky,They just float by,Other times from white to gray,They let the Tempest, rain away,Always entertaining,Never dull, never returning,In same shape or form,For the Way of Clouds,There is no norm.

Cheerfully or mournful,But never, indifferent!Emotion and clarityMust be presentTo reach its goal,Which is sincereSelf inner-expressionTo be sharedWith one and All.

That’s born within all Poetry,That makes us feel deep sentiments,Transports us to Worlds without end.Is Poetry the French perfume,That saves the spirit from its doom?Or is it like, Bolero DanceThat holds you in a lifetime’s trance,In love with what you see and feelWhile traveling thru this special landOf sincere love and outstretched hand,Where evil thoughts…

So, the PendulumOf Life!Dare we askWhy?

Are our lives.We are hereFor such short times,Those that loveAnd are loved backAre the lucky ones!Those aloneJust feelTime’s fog go by,Each day as hazyAs any other,For they have no homeNo gradian angel,To share withThe important momentsThat of life theyGather,All alone,Silently sufferWishing theyWere made of stone.And each day,The Sea of lonelinessThey’re in,Keeps extendingIts bitter tideSlowly killingFrom…

My peaceful day,Intensive gray,That will not stay,Just floats away,Perpetual change,How strange.The changing shapes,The light that drapes,Some shadows,Memories,The clouds are here,And then there gone,Like certainly will we

So, kept insideTill it chocked me,But one day,Came out for air,Thin, scared and lonelyLove,Too late for prayers.Too late for tearsTo late, to even care.

That no one will ever know,Covered with eternal snow,Placed upon the, Mountains high,Where eventually they’ll die.But the ‘Mal d’Amour’, my love,Lack of love, were talking of,That’s the saddest of them allFor a poet, above all,Needs to share,His love, his soul.

It does consumeBut never wrongI love you nowLike in the past,A love so deep,Can only last.

Regardless ofRuthless timesAnd sadness had,Please bring out,The very best in usThe Love, the GoodnessThe Beauty, the TruthThe Wisdom,We are supposed to have,The humanity we’ve lost,Along the wayAnd never again found,Bless us with your musicHeaven bound,Give us the Peace,That we were meant to haveMake us whole againAs we were meant to be,Please,Long Live Poetry!

Always teach, have far reach,And can mold new and old,Open gates, change your fate,Dissipate, lonely wait,Travel forward, inundate,Make you feel your human state.

All I see,Is an empty carafe,Were once there were,Seas of expectancyNow, disappointment,Has the last laugh.

A whole garden of prose.

Hurricanes, crazy winds,Rains of mortal reach,It’s as if Nature wantsTo wipe all away,Cleanse what we have soiled,Shattering all rules of decency.Are we being punished for our sins?For the disrespect to this Earth,The disrespect to human feelings?Who can say?All we know is that our behaviorDoes not give Hope much to say.

Now,21st century that’s obsolete,Now, you’ll be able to wear,Your Computer on your wrist,What’s coming next?Your mind will become,Someone you can text?Someone with whom to converse?If so, goodbye forever loneliness.

Trembling with joyJust as the first timeI read.The heart doesn’t forgetWhen touched by glory,It stays,Forever wed.

Conducts us downAn open roadFor us to chose,The way to goThe doors to open,Thoughts to flowDiscovery enriches LifeMore than we thinkMore than we knowThe richness alsoThe delight,Of learning furtherIs our might,A rose that opensEveryday,A ray of light,An open bayThe sea of knowledgeOpens wide,A glorious power,Life’s best fight.

The Tribal flux,Looks for no acquittal.Today we are no different,Than all the Others,The Country is living,Its saddest hours…

But I feel when others suffer,And I’d like to be a buffer,And I’d really like to help,To make this Ugly World,A bit better than Itself!

We see,Eye to eyeOr fret and trot,What is LifeMade of?If all’s a fight,If we just live,In constant fright!Will we ever getAnything Right? ? ?

Already out of luck,I whisper,Not wanting to go back,To what turned all my Summers,Into Winter.The memories of the past,The joy that does not last,Seem to filter,All at once into my heart,And slowly there get stuck,As the clock strikes 5 o’clock,And I whimper.

Life’s yearningsIn storms,Battered byDevastating windsFrail, turning,Love, carries onIts story,Still untold.

A gift from its people,A torch in her hand,All is betrayed now,Eyes full of sand,Political Pirates,Have strangled this land.

Gives Life,Spirit touched,Vision falls in love.

Sheep don’t notice,It’s a Sin.

What I don’t know,First I investigateThen, once I knowWatch out,Full Force,I let go!

Is not what some say,Fair, unfair, past, presentCenturies away,Nothing ever seems to be right,And everything’s always a fight.Lucky are those,Who true Love have found,And the voice of the beloved,Is their clearest sound.

Please, just be grateful.When poems come your way.

Or is it all over?Lost in the crowds,No personal make over,Disappointing clouds,Seem to be taking over,What tempest is brewing,In human mind, yonder?Always we wonder,Always the question,Of Why are we here?Trying to guess the future,Ignoring what is,So dangerously near.

How does it look?What is it like?Mysterious atmosphere,An invisible feeling,That softly guides you,To a peaceful, unending light.

Fully explained or sustainedThat there are flaws,In everything and everywhereThere are even those that think,That our liberty and livesWere preordained.I truly believeThat we know what we doAnd are responsible for our actsWe must face the factThat we are who we areAnd all the restIs a farce,Or a hypocriticalPromotional, act.

All the rest,Is useless fire.

Innocent blood spilled,Drop by drop,Should burn the conscience of all,And we should fight, fight, fight,For no Innocent, ever to be murdered,Fight with all our might,To really become humanAnd finally see the light.

The distance of a starHow high is the sky,Why love is so far,Far away,Remembrance,LikeIn a dream that never was,That hardly stayed,Sand, slithering,Thru my fingers,As I stand aloneIn the desertAnd the Oasis,Of one day, isSo, so far away.

And I sadly called out your name,Feeling every syllable, in pain,As life faded, even in a dream,As I knew, you could not stay,And all my tomorrows were goneSilently, blown away.

We complain,They should be better,If things are going badly,We complain,Everything we do,Seems so in vain,We may think we know,How to control our Destiny,Not realizing that we control NOT,The rapid pace of Life nor History.

As you deserved to be loved,There was this charisma about you,That inspired more than love.I never told you this,For fear that you would laughAnd leave me standing thereLike a passenger without a fare,Who had missed the bus.You never did feel the same way,So we drifted far apartWhere the land is dry,And the sea is grey,And…

So many biased explanations,Treatises and dissertationsOur curiosity to appease,And yet,We live in Darkness,Theories here and there,Nothing sure,Written texts, everywhereWaiting for,Prophetic Truths to arrive,While mental armiesCause havoc in ourPoor defenseless heads,Political propagandaAnd interests, carefullyWatching over what is said,As heretics still,Foolishly and avidlyAre trying to discover,Plausible reasonsFor life’s mysteriousApparition,And what destructionLies ahead.

And it’s always a missAll the analysisMakes you sick!You look out the window,Picture thisSnakes,More than you can list!When, whereDid everything, go wrong?In Heaven or in Hell,No one was able to tell.

Feeling.Just in a few well written lines,Invisible waves can combine,Into something very touchingAnd Sublime,That sooths the soul,And heals the mind.

Inspiration,The most mysterious,Of human sensations,Producing Miracles,Of creation.

Too busyRunning,Thru fieldsOf WordsTo harvest,To reapIntellectualWheat,Poetry,The StaffOf Life.

Getting ready to fool,And talk to trained seals,That will grunt and applaud,The fish dangled in front,Of their dull minds and eyes,Thinking it will be,Their next promised meal,But the fish is secure,In the Corruption Machine,They’re only running,To get more and more,And the dumb applauding seals,Cannot even shop,At the Machine’s Profit Store.

For precious light, sereneSo rarely felt or seen,I delve into sweet Poetry,The Arts that have no scheme,I look for Nature’s beauty,The peace that’s born within,And try to hide,From human tide,Where only tempests win.

That indescribable feeling,That allows the transformation,From sensation into language as translation.

Not only in the timeAfter we met,But throughout, my lifeYou were my finestInspiration,My light, my consolationAnd of Love, the very best.

Seems absurd? Don’t laugh, it’s possible,Poetry makes possible, the impossible!

Night is my Vessel,The Stars are my sails,And my favorite Song,Is the one that hails,Sadness, as a monotone.

That is the only way,That Life is possible for me,My thoughts, my feelings,Creep out in dismay,And most of the time,I have plenty to sayTo be sincere or not,That is the main question,The Truth has always been,My very first selection.

Creating for the public, Films,Video, Audio, pure delightMiracles in flight,That are a part of their creative spirit,And Artistically, so right.

Intimate tears, that were in vain,And then just Silence, one day came!You walked away, mysteriously,Never a word was left for me,And so in emptiness I roam,Knowing my heart, has lost its home.

With happiness,A serious debt,But I only knew youIn my dreams,Those silly romantic dreams,That Fantasy, projects,But that reality,So cruelly, rejects.

For a while,Tears but alsoSmiles.

Please,Bring Peace,Poetry, divine.Heart’s expression,Souls that rhymeOpen spacesTraveling gracesOf the mind,Becoming preciousSince the dawn of timeWhen we tried to play humanThru your images,When languageReally, came aliveAnd expression traveledUnknown skies,Reaching language’sMost incredible heights!As the spiritual miracleThat never diesDeepest feelings,Glorified.

Now, all’s that’sLeft,Is that cloudyWhite scum,That appearsAfter waterEvaporatesFrom boiling,In Life’s potAnd once you loseThat,You should no longerBe able to lookAt yourselfIn the mirror,Or like Narcissus,In a pond.But today,Like virginityIntegrity,Is so often lostEarly,For a certain priceAnd by a simple sliceFrom Life, its doneNever more to appear,Just gone.

What Demon or demons have done this to us?Made this Nation an abomination, a shameful sight

This is the US of A.,Not some European, gray,Has been Country,Get those Covered Wagons out!The pioneering spirit,Go reconquer, do not doubt,Fix It!We must get out,Of this impasse and shout,‘We are Americans,And we know what Work,And Liberty are All About’So, FIX IT,Now!

Is Poetry still read aloud?Is recitation still allowed?Are poets living on a cloud?Just to escape an angry crowd.I know not what the answers are,Poems seem something rare and far,21st Century, misfits,As our society falls to bits.

I need your loveMore than you’ll ever know,For without LoveIn Life,There is no placeTo hide or goAnd we feel lostLike Autumn leaf,That wind does toss,And through.

The One written by the soulWhere every word,Every verse counts,The one that escalatesThe highest mountAnd then comes downEnrobed in beauty and grace,Needs no idolatryNo matter how oldOr new it is,It stands on its own two feet,Proud, beautiful and sweet,Like new nectar found,Waving the bannerOf Victory, never defeat.

The Keys, melodies,Emotions abound,A language that speaks,Alone to the Soul,Of feelings so deep,That you can’t control,A Titanic feat,The fingers complete,The sounds are unique,No words are now needed,The melodies speak.

And takes the bird, your soul, by the wingSo it can sing, sing, sing!

And what it feels, does not regret,It is a Smile, forever set.

You are what you areBut you can be better,You can feel for others,Try to keep Injustice far,So that it never smothers,The Liberties we so easily,Take for granted,Which are for all Americans,Their extra-lucky Star

Of Arts,Even may be, the mostExpressively, emotionalBecause It comesAnd is written,From and by the heart.Yes, very personal,But, trying to reachThe light of the starsTo become, Universal.

The Universe,Is there a beginning, without an end?Doubt is always in the blend,Curiosity!Our foe or our best friend?