I come to you, yes, to work hard just like you. To work hard, Grow like you. You? I say. My land cannot Let me grow. Pain. Melancholy. We must leave. While different culture, We are the same. We? You say. You, I say. In return, I bring our culture. To share it yes, to share it! Our gifts harvested for generations. Hindered by ... Yet, It's thee Beautful Grief Makes my culture Beautiful Art. Art? It says? We bring you Beautiful Grief, Art, in return. Alas! Be not, please, taken away from me, But embrace like precious art. Our story.
Category: Free Verse
Trauma
Dear Trauma,
It takes one day
To earn you
Or maybe
It may take years
Of constant pain.
So many memories
All of ‘em so unforgettable,
Affect my life choices,
Defines who I am.
Dear Love,
It takes not one day
To earn you
Or maybe
It may take years
Of constant struggle.
So many memories
All of ‘em so unforgettable,
Affect my life choices,
Defines who I am.
Dear Self,
Can’t you see?
One or the other must stay,
And the other must go.
My Old San Juan
To see birds flying elegantly
Above the skies of Old San Juan,
They enjoy observing happily
The swimming of the swans.
Swans swim and seem
Thinking only of peace,
Relaxed still lead
Lives of happy dreams.
Trees give a sense of safety,
Breeze provides confort
To the spirits that flea
The heart on San Juan's fort.
Horses discovered new land!
If in the New World they can
Serve their nation with pride,
Their lives willingly supply.
Tainos have a family,
For them work restlessly
Without fear or pain,
'Cuase at the end of the day,
Together their heads can lay.
Reasons to fight over Old San Juan?
Having from them no peaceful plan?
None of them fully mature
To comprehend their greed's allure.
Then the Spanish came
Again with their tricky games,
Started as peaceful foreigners,
Now keep us in dreadful chambers.
...
The water unable to manage to beauty of nature,
The Spanish drink and control both.
The Birds fear,
The Swans fear,
The Trees fear,
The Breeze fears,
The Spirits fears,
The Tainos fear,
The Water fears,
And the Noble Horses as well.
But none of them will stop for
The Bird still watches over the rest,
And the Swans still lead others.
And the Trees still protect from the storm,
And the Breeze still eludes to a better future,
And the Spirits still tell their stories,
And the Tainos still serve their masters,
And the Water still gives beauty for nature,
And the Horses are still loyal no matter what.
...
The Sun is shining,
And the rooster singing.
Waking up this morning,
Taking new beginnnings
To contemplate the elegance
Of Old San Juan's ignorance.
Stand
Sometimes,
We wish to understand
Us people on this land,
And wasting too much time
forgetting those who cry.
Sometimes,
We wish to understand
How does evil can,
And how we can't,
But never the power of man.
Sometimes,
We wish to understand
Where in society we stand
While hands tied in bands,
No options left to find.
Sometimes,
We wish to understand
That bird of liberty,
Wings spreaded freely,
And posture finally stands.
And we can finally sleep.
Cats
Today I can
Tell the story of a cat,
A cat which does inquire
About all things she acquires,
But one ting she doesn't know,
She's a fool all day long.
Stupid cat
Dares control everyone at want,
Only good to ask for favors,
No gratitude towards others.
Between four walls
Seems like a whole new world,
Though small in perimeter,
In it lies an ocean of wonder!
"But what wonders?" the silly cat asks
While the other cats she pass,
To her, not one of 'em counts,
The others, "Let's hunt her down!"
"We are tired,
She feeling greater,
Always asking favors,
Never finding pleasure."
So the plan will be
To let her be
Until one day,
While she's awake
Being herslef,
Scare that spirit of hers...
...no ruller now
Controlling us around,
Who would tell
For order fell?
Time goes by freely,
Choices as well quickly
Is there fear to follow?
Their destinies fear owns.
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