Rolling Street

The dirty smokes
cling to my eyes
and at the distance
are the turmoils of
the day.

2018

flaws

your narration
brought me far into
a realm of awakening.

telling me stories
trapped into their
own scheming plots,

leading me to notice
my own mistakes,

bringing me near
in front of the mirror,

staring directly at my
own eyes, heaving madness
in my heart

like crowded automobiles
on a narrow highway.

i am shy to admit
what can’t be confessed
in public.

i am candid to accept
my flaws,
flaws that
are there not to
hurt me,
not to fail me,
but to put the
right perspective
into my mind,

to admit
that i cannot
stand on my own
without your force
traversing within
my soul.

2020

The Letter

Dear God,
You breathe life in me
after all these times
when i wander at the seas
and the waters almost drowning me
You are there and the truth
has freed me so wonderfully

though life on earth is not easy
and troubles come my way
Your hands carry me
pushing away the enemies
loving me deeper every day

Your grace is abundantly changing me
and my heart,and i am proud
let me continue to walk with You
and bring me closer to Your avenue
of angels and saints
singing praise and worship before You

2014

submarine

you’re there at the bottom
of the challenger deep.
all my noise you can’t hear.
all my tragedies you can’t see.

and all my feelings you don’t notice.

why don’t i understand?
why do i have to understand?
your disappearance breaks my heart.
you left without saying goodbye.

and i’m drawn to my own sadness.

without a warning,
as the water and sand tickle my feet,
there you stand out of nowhere,
joining me at the shallow part of the sea.

and my world has lost its darkness.

now i understand.
now i must understand.
you’re back to stay forever.
we’re reaffirming our love together.

and this is our own story.

2020

Break With You

Hurt.
That’s what you feel.

Abandoned.
It’s too much to handle.

Crying is an outlet.
Music is an antidote.

I left you by yourself.
Our sea of summer gone cold.

Breaking with you is not easy.
I grieve in this painful ground.

2020

Solitary World

We’re
in the same
phase, the same
energy, the same weakness.

We’re
bounded with
fences of broken glasses,
barbed wires, savage trees.

We’re
not the same
characters of the past.
We’ve chained, defeated.

In
this confinement is
our solitary world of
persecution and injustice.

2020

hurdles

i don’t have time to write everything.
my hours are not enough.

there’s no room for me to think.
the space is occupied with bricks and junks.

there are enigmas and labyrinths.
my words are sealed with bolts and nuts.

these lines are written in lowercase letters.
these lines are steady and true.

and the hurdles are not myths.
and the hurdles are not sweet.

2020

subterfuge

you are vile,
a despicable fiend.
the tender savages in your mouth are poison.

there is a misery
in each defeat of our feud.
someone is subjugated.

there is a luxury
on a cloud nine.
the fiasco faces a ghastly vexation.

we agree to hate each other.
i can’t fix your peccadillo.
we agree undeniably.
i can’t fade in your scenario.
you destroy me with your subterfuge.
i can’t disappear from your window.

2020

i shed tears for u

i shed tears for u
when u struggle on your own,
putting back all the colors of life
to paint your old world,
defeating the grey areas
of black and white.

fight. don’t trap yourself in
the prison and hopelessness.

i’d love to see u again, riding the
horses in the huge, green fields.

2020

boundless zenith

no other sound but your whistle
is suffocating, penetrating,
liberating.

you capture me undividedly,
giving me a chorus of finer flow
like crystal drops of dew,

slowly descending from a peak
of a boundless zenith.

2020