woman. man. river.
me:
Woman, brown skin woman.
Eyes like glass.
With all you’ve seen
Still ain’t broken, Woman.
Her name was unclear to me.
Delicate, maybe?
In the nude she rather be.
Quiet.
Woman. Keep to yourself
Keep still
Man, stand tall.
Back remaining silk like the satin river
You gaze down on
with woman.
Although you bare the world there
man,
let that still still river run.
River. You remain calm
You let
Your infinite waters slide between
the toes of woman
You let the heat from the earth
Warm you so that you
Can warm woman.
You should warn woman.
River,
is emotion of man.
him: you be writing shit no one understands
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The Poet In America
The definition of a poet
in America is someone, anyone
who has had a poem published
by a stranger, anywhere.
It’s a low bar, my friends.
Solzhenitsyn in exile in Vermont
was asked how he liked America.
He grumped, and declared:
“In Russia, they shoot poets!”
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The Artist
I learned to smile the first time I felt pain and ironically
the first time I felt joy I learned to cry
so it’s no surprise to me the first time I heard the sound of your voice I met love for the first time
see my mind always worked backwards
but my heart managed to always move forward
I learned I had a back bone the first time your words me pushed me away
and i fell deeper inlove with you, as you helped define my last name
I was born a Lomeli but raised an Ortega which meant I felt with my heart
my sleeve was not visible enough so i wore it on my face
in our introduction you already knew how deep I was without going below my waist
see there was no need to get me drunk I was throwing up affection in our first hello
and I guess only I know what Angels look like, because aside what anyone else said I saw your Halo
forgive me if I see past judgements and your pride, too cool of a guy, so easily compromised
but with compromising I lost sight of how much I was willing to invest
I guess love doesn’t have a limit so I put off all my bets
and gave you me
so clumsy you must have tripped and drop my heart somewhere foreign
see so easily you forgot how to make love to the person of your dreams,
instead you spoke in a different language
“no one else will fuck you like me”
that was the last time you ever touched my skin and i can’t say I didn’t smile that night
I laughed, I cried, I spilled emotions out of me I had never seen inside
and all because I knew of loss for the first time
but this time it’s wasn’t to you but my own fight
I was made a villain in a story where I believed I deserved a happy ending,
Disney fucking lied
Paint me colors I can’t manage to create and label me black,
put me in a box that restricts me and says I’m only one in many, originality is lacked,
and I will teach you to cry on days the sun is brighter than the yellow you denied
to see in me, because my love will no longer shine
and when you look at the chaos you left in your canvas of a heart
remember yes those were my shades of colors that tore you apart
but you were the artist that controlled the stroke.
autograph across the bottom with my dignity and a heart that only you broke.
The last one written in the group of Love/Heartbroken poems, my rampage is now over. lol….back to the poetry…
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