death

Do not weep for me now

Do not weep for me now

For I am back in my mother’s arms

 

Do not morn another day

For I walk in peace

With those who have been waiting in the light

To share their everlasting love

 

Do not be saddened

For I have been blessed with your love

And carry it in my heart

To my new plain of existence

 

Do not be afraid

For I am a part of the light that shines down upon you

And brightens your way towards your future

 

Do not feel lonely

For I am the one who will watch over and protect you

Until we again walk hand in hand

To our eternal place of peace

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For those who are dealing with the loss of a loved one. God bless

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Caught in the Headlights

The sheer speed slices through the ensemble of snow and rain. Though, speed kills. Trucking along a highway, alone and abandoned. No other car on the road to make a makeshift companion. The sun is down, depressed, and distraught. The clouds cloud the sun like hands covering a crying face, the sun whimpers and the car slightly swerves out of place. The earth darkens as you squint out of a box. The headlights at maximum light, like speed in the snow, they cut through the night. Boredom and isolation reach you, like a rush of blood to the head. Stuck in your thoughts, as you barely look ahead. The roads are sheeted in ice, yet you truck on. The road narrows, becomes one lane. You peer through your rearview, out of instinct, hoping to busy your mind. Though, the car is silent, and your head is live. You think to yourself, what a terrible time to drive. You think to yourself, why am I alive? Wherever you are going, you ponder if you should arrive. You could just offroad into a snowbank, little chance you would survive. Speed kills. Yet, your hands stay at ten and two, and that little windshield you continue to peer through. The questions linger in the eerie silence. A cellular ring surprises you, though not enough to throw you off. You pick up the phone, and answer with ennui. The other side delivers noise to your ear, you listen and the sounds of the car on the road disappear. Your lethargic attitude soon fades away, as a radiant smile extends from ear to ear. As boredom washes away, so do the thoughts. Why even question your existence or possibly intervene, because a smile erases everything. The voice on the other line utters verbal caress, and the more they talk, they more you think less. You realize the desolate drive had you questioning away. In reality, you desire to live another day. The smile still radiates through sleet and snow, the sun still whimpers, but you feel warm. Happiness invades your personal space, and the drive you so detested, soon doesn't feel that way. The phone shuts, but the smile rests in place. So you hold steady, hand on ten, other hand moving back to two. Back in control of the wheel. Back in control of your thoughts. You truck along, the speed of your car still unchanged, and the lights on the car still beam through the lifeless night. But, before you know it, your caught in the headlights. The smile unchanging until your last breath departs, you would feel surprised but you just give it no mind. You think of the call, and the voice that made you smile so. If only you could've made it home through the storm, through the sun's melancholy. If only you could've seen the sun happy again. If only you could've reached that voice. Though, speed kills. The car up in flames, your body an icy red heap. Your soul exits, yet the smile stays, as your body lay caught in the headlights, that have now succumbed to the darkness of the night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is more like an elongated poem, but tried to capture the moment the best I could.

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Memories of Love Lost

When I was older, I buried my friend.

When I was older, I had to pretend.

When I was older, I thought about the end.

 

When we were young, songs were sung!

When we were young, we ran from bees that stung!

When we were young, we played on swings and swung!

 

When I was older, I had to change. 

When I was older, life became strange.

When I was older, love was unrequited.


When we were young, was when love was first invited

 

Now I’m old, and wishing I were young. But you’re gone, my soul is sold, and my heart is now wrung.

 

 

 

 

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Free

If I want to die

then let me be

just say bye 

and set me free 

 

Crying on the floor

all alone, like you left me 

on all fours, your knees are sore 

just forget me... and let it be 

 

If I want to die 

then let me be

dont question why 

just say bye 

and set me free

 

Let me fly away, far away

far from here 

I, cannot stay

so let me lay, don’t you fear

 

If regret reappears 

wipe your face, from the tears 

dont you dwell on those years.


So, if I want to die

let me fly 

let me be 

just say bye

and set me free.

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my time will come

My time will come

when i am done

i will get my oblivion

 

Hopefully accomplished

a being cherished

The light of my soul extinguished

 

Stilled engine of life

no more world of strife

The fear of my hope is rife

 

No more of this pain

no more sad refrain

i will not be coming again

 

All gone away

I would reast from that day

struggling no more that i may

 

Slepp with no dreams

no more invisable beings

It wont matter am apart from the seams

 

In memory to exist

in peoples minds to persist

Just a being to be remenised.  

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Nowhere2go

Full speed, fantasy about being under my own tires, expressing myself getting even harder, Nowhere2go, not enough prayer for you, your mind is tainted and no one will ever love you, Dancing in holy white, hoping I get her attention, driving fast, gma come get me, fantasy about being under your tires, expressing myself getting impossible, the army saving my life, there are times where I breathe and I feel like im losing my life, my lungs are expiring and I'm gasping for air, and niggas around me can't even tell, Danielle, I hate that I still love her, fuck it, I'll see her in hell, I'm falling for a girl, who is the same, Jesus take the wheel, nowhere2go, there is, not enough prayer for you, I've spent my whole life depressed, I wanna end myself, my silence is golden as fuck, when I seem happy, people don't have to look, the shadows where they dwell, in the light wishing me well, I can't see and I'm paranoid, drowning myself in addiction hoping I blend in, I've been home for only a few days, and it sinks in, and it sinks in, no one loves you, nowhere2go.. I've spent all my life depressed.. thinking about death.. hoping my time is next.

Ramblings of an Idiot

 

 I like to say the word parallelograms

Walking Pair of jello gams

Talking Pair a telegrams

Eating Caramelo hams

Hating Cerebellum jams

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sometimes the synapses fire off a little too vigorously when im brain scraping .

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Papagayo

 

 Ensenada afternoon Sidewalk bench 

Outside the Oxxo convienice store 

A neon city of clamor

 a writhing restless hustle

Voices all around me

A Degas style impressionistic reminiscent 

Of acid trip teeth grinding

2 Hispanic women in an old brown Buick

Argue over who’s turn it is to buy beer.

A man with sleek pleated pants 

“I’ve got girls”

“Follow me...I take you”

“Whatever you want”

“I’ve got eet”

“You wanta the cocaina?

He wouldn’t let me sketch him.

2 girls cross the street

Very young 

Dressed in the scent of sin

“Hey baby”

“I’ll show you good time”

The man with the pleated pants

Scolded her in Spanish 

Then coolly  tips his hat to me with a half grin.

“Come on, I take you”

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the strange get stranger.

A re-occurring theme.

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Wayfarer

 

  Once a smoothed faced man

I , the one who may beacon with tendrils upon tendrils 

of Vast artificial contentment 

May become a wanton wanderlust searching upon searching 

The path has become part of us.

Ponderlust.

A wondrous derangement.

An engagement of planes upon trains from Strasbourg to Thames.

A suave Lothario flagrantly wears his gangrenous fougere.

A disheveled man, Long beard. Shoes worn affray.

High society Woman in gaudy bedazzle.

What do your shoes say?

Did you have a cinematic life?

Black and white?

Will you wind back the reels 

Of your 8mm 

Frame by frame 

Only to find you have been Alone, in a dark room

Nothing more than a spectator

Reduced to a Pair of staring eyes?


Author's Notes/Comments: 

From the road. Inspired by strange things in a strange world.