Wednesday, October 28, 2015

The Factory

The Factory

The oxygen we
Came from a solar factory,
Of course I am speaking,
of a tree.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Wishing the day away

I can't wait till this day is over.
No puedo esperar hasta hoy se termina.

Never wish,
This day is past,
You never know,
It could be your last.

Nunca espera,
El dia se va,
Nunca sepería,
Si es su ultimo dia.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Rx Verse

Rx Verse

Poetry is medicine,
to heal a broken heart.
Grief must first release,
to let the heart restart.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Horror house

Horror House

Screams of pain,
Tears of consternation 
Loud pops as joints strain,
Limbs creaking in contortion.

Victim panting like a fawn, 
Exhausted on a bed,
But success the socks are on,
Alas no blood was shed.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Shy Rocks

Shy Rocks

When a rock,
Looks like a block,
One hopes when its older,
It will learn to rub boulders.

Flea Count

Flea Count

If I judged me,
Like i judge thee,
I'd spend my day,
Flicking fleas.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Fear of Death

Why fear death?
It is a great waste of time.
Fear wasting life,
Each breath is a gift sublime.

Monday, October 19, 2015



Hope is universal.
atheist and theist, 
rich and poor, 
black and white, 
liberal and conservative, healthy and sick,
Can not live long without it.

Hope resides not in the mind,
but in the very soul.
It is not logical,
It is not biological.
It is purely and simply spiritual.

Hope is why farmers plant their crops. 
Hope is why lovers tie the knot. Hope is why Columbus unfurled his sail.
Hope is why the defeated will one day prevail. 

For the lucky "hope" is just one book on the shelf. 
For the desperate "hope" is the only book for oneself.

So guard hope with your very life.
Count as an enemy all who try to steal it. 
Count as a friend all who help preserve  it.

There is one hope greater than all other. The hope to again see lost father and brother.

Hope is universal.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Tuesday, October 6, 2015


Lest you should think,
God does not understand,
He guards each salty drip,
In a bottle made of sand.

You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book?

Salmos 56:8 Tú llevas la cuenta de todas mis angustiasy has juntado todas mis lágrimas en tu frasco;has registrado cada una de ellas en tu libro. 

Thursday, October 1, 2015


Leaves spring in Spring,
Leaves fall in Fall.
Leaves glimmer in Summer,
Leaves splinter in Winter.