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Tijuana. Early evening avenue 

Heading out to make the scene.

Walking the Calles thru Zona Norte 

Took me to see the poor people

living in the cardboard city 

In refrigerator boxes and plywood shacks.

2 little kids standing barefoot in the rain.

The shelter was blue with brown blinds 

Runaways

Junkies

Prostitutes

Criminals

For a dollar a night, you can stay.

And here among the roadside, 

The cardboard city lies.

Not a dollar a day 

Or a dollar a stay

Even with rainy skies.

With a calm calculus 

I extend my hand to the father 

“Here’s 20 dollars”

“You can stay inside now”

And the minute I did

He grabbed up his kids 

And made his way into the hostel

Is it impossible to think

That amid all the Booze 

And the drugs

And the stink

That home is not a place or a box or a shelter

You’re family is your home

Ask Dorothy.

“There’s no place like it.”

If you find yourself walking 

down 

These same old crooked streets

Down

the same old crooked dreams 

With

A mind that won't keep still

And 

All you can feel is boots upon the road

But 

not in a hurry to say that it's home 

When 

You're so far away but everything's close

And

Your pocket watch broken but it never shows

When all you have is 

You're clothes in a sack 

 you're guitar on your back 

Following the tracks out of town 

Yeah

You're clothes in a sack

You're guitar on your back

Making tracks out of town

Yeah

I just might 

I might come back

The sun rises

A puppeteer to the world

Allowing us to brighten ourselves

With itself, brilliant

The air lifting

A thieving sensation of sorrows

Allowing us to unwind

Unbind; resilience

The day faring

A warrior of progressive pleasure

Allowing us to dream

Supreme tomorrows

Oh sweet, sweet love

This day is meant for us

This day of passion and romance

With a hint of lust

Your crimson lips I yearn for

Your crimson lips that stain

Each and every memory

Helping me stay sane

Memories with a scent

Only your presence can leave

Another lost breathe,

That has been taken from me

Eyes molded in every thought

Angelic flesh beside me; lay

Sensations left on my skin

Reminders of the day

Traces of you are found

Intertwining with my heart

Footprint after footprint

A perfect love to impart

A day so sublime

A night so ideal

Today is meant for us

Flawlessly surreal

like porcelain shavings

her skin began to crack

like a feather floating on thin air

she's losing strands of silken hair

the mirror spits back 

all the qualities in which we lack

like needles in our eyes

poisoned with vain lies

she savored the quiet moments 

devoid of conversation 

the sound of still breathing

the footsteps that followed him leaving.

the closer I feel

the further you fade

the more I crave

the less you feed

so I chose not to need 

a single thing..

will there ever be a solid bridge built to cross..?

a river below, to toss our fears away...

voices muffled, as she sank deeper

yet no hand reaches.

sunshine streaks through the surface

the only warmth you'll get

engulfed in cold fluids

& a heart weighed down by loves disillusions---

many reminders of what could have been..

all alone

she knew it all along..

 May.24.2014

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

Today you begin to breathe

It's the day you begin to die

You know you're getting older

You begin to cry

The tear that just dropped

And landed on your shoulder

Has already began to dry

It's getting harder to move

Your bones you begin to hear "pop"

Minutes of your life you're starting to lose

Praying your heart doesn't stop

Depression begins

The number of days lived drop

Stress is out beating you.... it wins

The day you begin to live

Another heartbeat has gone by

Yesterday is just a memory you can't give

You ask yourself why

Each breath you take

Another day you try

Praying the next day you wake

Angels above you fly

They wait until the time is right

You feel their presence is strong

To live you will put up a fight

Your time is not up they are wrong

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Not Done

October.2.1997 
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins

You always reappear 
You come and go as you please 
All i need is your gentle stare 
All i need is your touch 
But you act like such a tease 
All i want is for you to care 

I need you by my side 
I miss you so much 
Your real feelings you hide 
Just let them free 
See what happens 
You never know we might just be 

How do i breathe without you 
I've loved you with all my heart 
I thought you knew 
But you just tare me apart 

When you turned your back on me 
It really killed me and left a scar 
I needed you here by my side 
But you left and got in your car 
You ran away only to hide 

Don't you understand 
We were meant to be 
Don't play these games don't pretend 
If you don't want my heart 
Give it back to me 
Tell me though without you 
How will I be able to breathe 

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October-2-2000 

Trisha M. Barrek  Hopkins

The day you begin to live 
Is the day you start to die 
Things you see aren't what you believe 
Even the first tear you cry 
Is already the thing of the past 
The hardest you try 
You cant make the day last 

The day you take your first breath 
Is the day you gasp for air 
Trying to figure out whats next 
The sound of angels is what you hear 

Before you know it you're old 
So treat this day as it was your last 
Because before you are told 
You'll be the thing of the past 
God put you through this test 
To see if you pass 
Soon enough you'll be putting your body to rest 
The heart beat you heard it'll be over real fast 

The devil will try to take your soul 
But to let you see the light 
God will make it his goal 
To keep it shining bright 

The day you begin to live 
Is the day you start to die 
So live your life like you want 

Because getting older will soon be by your side 
Soon enough you'll realize you'll see 
Your ghostly soul will start to haunt 
Here on this earth in person you'll no longer be 

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I know that breathing is automatic

That it is something we all do

Yet, I find I cant

When it comes to you

I actually have to think

About breathing when I talk to you

Just because my mind

Is entirely wrapped in you

I want this to be just so

For forever, just like this

But I still need to remember to breathe

and then it will be bliss

~Chrystal

Written on

October 20, 2013