Keep it Alive

Letting her go,
the idea you hold on
to not be stuck
to live fully
the place of a worry
of your own fears
and difficulty
Survivor
of all loss
embrace and know
your world immersed
in the kiss
of a deceased
Asking
the abnormal
unresolved grief
reaction and images
bloody cloth
covering the scenes
the emotions
perhaps a moment
Circumstances.

Run

Here you are
running to reach the line
puffing to reach the sign
end of the journey
to heaven's key.
Yet rapid enough
you aren't to catch up
with the life thrown at you
with the stomp of your shoe
Trying to leave its trace
and not quit the race
run run run
But hold on
Don't let go
Of all you know
run run run
Be the the singer,
Be the dancer
Be the runner
But never a quitter.

Beyond Ugliness

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I write Poetry

We all deal with pain differently
How do you accept what has been?
How do you go on believing?
Nine years old he was
A man he'll never be
Because someone decided so
Because no one could have known

I write poetry

I'd like to bury the pain
Those prayers said in vain
Justice should be rendered
Or else I surrender
To the evil in this world
To the incomprehensible plan
Us humans carry out.

Individualistic

Far from the mondaine
Forgotten by common citizens
Shining in the armor
Of the soldiers that lure
A life of  banality
Faced with tragedy
Where death exists
Where thoughts persists.

Far from the urbane
Free to be your brain
Individual with pride
Swim against the tides
of the artificial decor
and the superficial door
They don't understand
They can't comprehend.

Ha, to be free

What can I say, 

I'm far away...

Oh, to feel sorry

Don't you tell, me it's too late...

Writing-Have you?

Has the wind stopped blowing?
Have the roof tops stopped shining?
Has the rain stopped singing?
Have the old men stopped crying?


Have you stopped to see?
Have you stopped to feel?


Has the sun stopped beating?
Have the city streets stopped rushing?
Has the grass stopped growing?
Have the deserts stopped dying?


Have you stopped to hear?
Have you stopped to fear?


Had the sun stopped beating,
And had the wind stopped blowing
Had the mind seen it coming,


I would have stopped writing.