thrill
the assessment of love
with the division
of germinating words
that grow like trees
in my soul
i have to survive
such state of your life
such existence
of your wishes
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
MORNING SHOPPING
They were at the where house
I greeted them both
1 heart felt hug for each
Are you okay Juan?
I don’t look okay?
You do
You look better
But your mind seems dispersed
My mind is in a thousand places
But my heart is in one place
Stop by the shop
Bring the kids
So we can eat together
As they were leaving
His mother said to me
God is blessing you
And I believed her
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Thursday, June 18, 2009
SHORE
Fishing line is transparent
Almost invisible
I first noticed it on my shoes
Then I saw it tangling up my leg
The fisherman told his wife
“Look… we got one”
They smiled at each other
And I smiled back at them
Untangled my feet
And walked away
I was stepping
On nature’s semiconductors
And my joints were thankful
A white & blue fishing boat
Was near the shore
And a father & son duo
Passed me by
He said to the young boy
Don’t get hooked
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
RIDE
Driving near the ocean on summer days
Is very pleasant
Brilliant particles of presence
Beauty signs are always
On my cardinal points
Sometimes on other cars too
Sometimes on foot
Most often
On the corner of my eyes
Identifying the similarities
Of your company
That mixture of fear & excitement
Becomes pleasurable
Like the idea of you
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Monday, June 15, 2009
MEN @ WORK
The rear-actor is on the street
It has destroyed the pavement
Making a wet trench
Muddy waters
But this time
Without music
Just radio chatter
I noticed its case number
Near its roof
The roof that protects
Its operator
From the elements
A generator that has wheels
Was next it
It told the story
Of past and present victories
On its body
A dump truck arrived
With a greeting inscribed
In red and white numbers
It said:
We are always
Here for you
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Sunday, June 14, 2009
PRECIOUS
Becoming filthy
Might be unavoidable
When you make your stand
On the ground
It is always a learning experience
A vote towards cleanliness
You’ll never want to be tainted again
The most painful part is
The remembrance of
The invisible existence of life
The cleansing properties of fire
Uncomfortably necessary
Medicinal brewing of the heart
Mind & soul
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