Soul MatesI'd like to think that God creates us in pairs
Just as he created Eve from Adam
He creates us from each other
He creates us FOR one another
He creates us from one soul
Divided, as key to lock
After creating and delicately, splitting,
He sends us down to earth,
Our souls safely kept sealed within our bodies
Eager to escape and join its' other
But God does not like to make things simple
Oh no, He is a trickster, the One who gets a heaven's view
Of this cruel labyrinth, the One who know its' twists,
Its' turns, its' only way out, and its' ONLY right path
But being He who is, He allows us to decide on our own
Those who truly believe in Him and ask constantly
Receive a sort of guidance as reward of faith
And what, you may ask, are we searching for?
You know that feeling of emptiness,
Feeling incomplete, lonely,
Cold nights searching for warmth
Those are the sensations of a partial soul
Our soul stirs to find its' other half
God creates us, scatters us
We find each other, our souls driving u
Two-way MirrorStaring at you I see what others fail to see.
Brown eyes with a glimpse of pain and misery.
I know behind those eyes lurk the tears.
Tears that you have stored, so well, throughout the years.
Underneath your skin is a wounded spirit,
a broken heart, but you conceal it,
a dismantled mind from time's aggression,
a yearn for affection, and a longing of comprehension.
A small spat brings sharp memories.
Your anger diminishes their surrounding boundaries.
In those moments, your suffering's revealed.
Leaving your wooden door your only shield.
Four walls surround you, eager to witness
how your defenses fall, how slowly you become a mess.
Anxiously searching for escape alone,
but always trapped inside a broken home
Just remember to look at me, I am your mirror.
I am your reflection and will always feel what you feel.
The pain you hold, I make my own.
Look into this mirror, you are never alone.
My FatherAs I look at you, I see those drooping eyes,
That full head of hair, is no more,
That mouth of lies, now thin and dry,
Your two-toned skin, now blotched in age,
That heroic glow, much dimmer than before,
What happened to this man I so adore?
Time has done its' toll,
And with your double life, has hit you twice.
If only you, alone, could pay the price,
But it is not so, that wouldn't suffice.
For in this game of Hearts, all have lost;
Chose to gamble, no matter the cost.
The one I saw a king, now turned a beast.
--But yet, as I look into those dark puddles of eyes,
I see him there, and my anger is demised.
His brown strong hand now holding mine,
The sandy-warmth, transcends through time.
Green grass, soft wind, blue skies, a child's fading laugh,
All precious memories of our past.
Oh! How I long to return to those times,
To fall once more, for your console.
What I would give for a careless child's scar,
With little tears, easily healed by a gentle kiss.
But now all grown, scars of the h
I.Why dost thou enjoy so to play with me?
Forced to live, made to Love, only to wait in fear of thee.
Death, why dost thou desire what I so rightly possess?
'Tis my Loves breathe thou longst to tast.
In thy jealousy, thou seeke to take the treasure in my breast;
Which I most dreadfully can't defend from its most wicked thiefe.
What is Thy reason for me to live and Love,
When my Love and life so easily thou takest?
And Fate, a role amidst this union played,
Is but a traitor with thy servant death, swayed
By envie of that which givest mine soul fuel of life.
And in thy conquest, many Loves hast thou stolne with a kiss,
But, though body thou dost take, my Love thou shall never have;
For after long sleep, my Love and I together wake eternally.
My Sculpted LoverMany travel the world to see its wonders.
Yet its greatest lies before me;
Which happens to be,
The greatest masterpiece
Nature has created.
My sculpted lover,
Whose clay is that of Adam's,
Emanating radiant warmth.
Whose heart sings for me,
Whose aroma lingers in my hair
Long after our farewell.
Whose eyes reflect not just a soul,
But hold my future, my key to all.
Each door that we may open,
A new chapter it will hold.
And through unlocking Time,
Our story will unfold.
Time will pass us by,
Yet, we will remain young.
For our love will never grow old.
This undying love,
Will never know the cold.
Beauty in GoldI drove home one day taking the usual route and came across a STOP sign on a hill in
Front of the Church and I stayed to look straight ahead at the ships on the base
Between the Coronado bridge and downtown and reflect.
I sat in my car with the radio off, alone, I
Thought those thoughts that stir the mind, confusion and doubt and awe,
Surrounded by a dead intersection of empty streets
The dirty windshield on my car hid the clearness of the changing sky, sun hid
Beyond the ocean, no cars driving by, no people crossing, only
Myself sleepy-eyed and overwhelmed, like anyone after a day's
Work, dazed and weary.
Looking at the scene around me, colors blending and illuminating the burning
Sky, clouds on fire, moving towards the bridge and buildings
I sat up astonishedit was my first sunset, visions of Beauty
My thoughts awakened
And the Church bells rung, a parade of lights moved across the bridge,
Bushes of roses, St. Jude's eyes watchful but unmoving,
The cracks & ho
Beauty Queen of 18It happened once more.
The timing is unpredictable
But it occurs
Each new day a blessing, my body
Still as human leather,
My organs youthful, great
Open your suitcase
O mi paisano* .
Do I justify?
The heart, the kidneys, all bodily organs?
The breathe of life
Will vanish within minutes.
Before long, the corruption
The land and hand provided will be
Getting home through me
And I, a sleeping woman
Of only eighteen.
And like the flowers in spring I had barely begun to live.
This is victim Number _______.
Have lost count
Of all those robbed lives.
What a media attention.
The watchful-cowering crowd
Tunes in to see
If they will show me open or closed
The big news release.
These are my wounds
I may be closed and hollow,
Nevertheless, I am me, the young lady.
My first time in Mexico I was eighteen.
It was so sudden.
Did not have a second day
To be an adult and age another year.
Eyes closed shut
As a China doll.