the haven of writing |
A Bible Worth WritingTheres a sky that reigns above me and watches my every moveA field that will only grow with my effortA fire that will only burn with my passionAnd a river whose currents are as r...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 19:34:00 GMT |
Short story about a NYC Commuters Morning |
Short story about a NYC Commuters MorningShe says good morning to me and I smile, with a smile that is neither real nor fake, but sincere yet routine like morning coffee. Knowing that shell most like...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 19:14:00 GMT |
a king in a monarchy of butterflys |
In his old age he layed stiff with dancing eyes to a record of images of valleys and cliffsof earth turned to mud, cemeteries of naked white seashellsSunday mornings waiting for church bells To ring I...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 01:01:00 GMT |
Salsa papa!! |
Congas tremble through 1970 Harlem streets playing that revolution that Ive come to love salsa papa!!!timbales discovering Tito Puenteit was a time when Hector and Willieran these streets storytelling...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 15:44:00 GMT |
letras para ti |
you showed me marti so now i show you neruda, dedicated to the young lady whos been having me dream in cuban lolPuedo Escribir by Pablo NerudaPuedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.Escribir,...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Aug 2006 13:16:00 GMT |
a white rose is hard to come by |
For each time we said goodbyeI would take a white rose And leave you with a petal for each time we said goodbye I would kiss you on your cheek and know that I'd still have a whole rose full of petalsf...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Aug 2006 21:12:00 GMT |
abstract poetry project influenced by mind moving pharmaceuticals |
i would like to warn everyone that what your about to read is abstract poetry influenced by thought materializing drugs while listening to strange tantalizing brazilian music.enjoy and allow that the ...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Aug 2006 22:51:00 GMT |
My Sad Widow, Cuba |
Veiled in black silk, her eyes glimmer like onyx in the coat of a tearHugging the moment in which she finds herself inLost in thought her stare wanders past my image into a time where her face knew li...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 13:06:00 GMT |
A Machetero in the Bronx |
from the asphalt jungles of the bronx to marching with jibaros en el campoyoung naive and ambitiousis what we were when they told us that the skies the limitwe went on to form clouds...clouds of fist ...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Jul 2006 11:44:00 GMT |
un grito mas pa mi gente |
Un grito mas pa mi gente My Sons of rape Hundreds of years Victims of imperialistic powers with different flags different wars but same reasonsDriven from our native lands due to policiesThat have le...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Jul 2006 22:43:00 GMT |
