I saw once a leaf ,
Fell down from that tree,
swinged left and right,
But nowhere to be.
I thought of me, a plain, useless son,
Who couldn't compose from his own soul.
In pain I ran, away from my town.
I couldn't bear the thoughts of my own.
Then, I saw a man under the same tree,
It was amazing, he played music through a leaf.
Yes! You heard me, music through a leaf!
It gave meaning to silence, it gave meaning to him.
He paused and told me "go get some rest son,
Maybe tomorrow you may have a good song."
Once at home I made some tea
Put some leaves and sat on a seat.
"Maybe," I thought, "I can be like a leaf."
It doesn't matter how I swing, but
How to serve in the hands I fall.
Tag: poem
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.
One’s Precious Time
You were looking for a solution,
So much work for one conclusion,
But you can't find one for
The answer is not on someone,
Neither is it on a thing.
You have to think
Where the answer lies,
Whether it's beyond lies,
Or right in front of your eyes.
All it takes is:
To speak up,
Or shut down,
To take action,
Or let others take it for you,
To set your dreams and pursue them,
Or others impose dreams on you,
To find the love of our life,
Or it be lost looking for you,
To reach for her hand,
Or let the prescense fall,
To find joy,
Or die without accomplishment.
You were looking for an answer,
So I gave you a solution.
You were looking for inspiration,
So I gave you my hope.
You were looking for anything,
So I gave you everything.
But something was still missing,
And your soul felt empty,
So I gave you human's most precious offering,
One's precious time.
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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