Some of my earliest stuff

Here are three poems I wrote long ago...

"Misted October Sea"

I set a course of straight ahead
To take me out to breathe
And body surf this raging water
Of Misted October Sea

Sunset was upon me
As cresting waters glowed
An ember sparked inside me
As misting whitewash did blow

I ducked the wave above me
And lied down on the ocean floor
Peacefully seabound slumber
Until the swells some more…

Brought more waves upon me
And this one I desired to ride
An angel swam beside me
And surfed along my side

Floating a creation
As all the seagulls saw
A united seabound nation
Living under divine law

This is the Misted October Sea
Washing troubles into calm
Floating painless bodies heavenly
Come on and ride along


"Lament Song"

Let me introduce you to my cruelest friend
A friend we know as Night
A tossing, turning comrade of mine
Slightly adverse to light

Night offers me a honey
For my sweet tooth’s dearest wish
I’d rather night a tonic or tea
Or a gourmet seven-course dish

I often dream of night
As if night was with the day
I’d bottle night if I could
And drink to make it stay

We all know night, the cruelest friend
Unless you are lucky as I
For night no longer torment my soul
For I’ve removed both my eyes


"Resent"

Beneath the golded layers
Off the blazed fiery sun
Lies a wound so deep and perilous
Where at the end it’s just begun

Time heals not when poison ye imbibe
Hoping the other shall fall ill
A vile so deep and perilous
Full of unnature’s ill will

Thou shall not drink and spite they friend
At most ye tickle the flames
For when you drink your final drop He’ll miss you
Like the deserts miss the rain

I is more and always a little whisper
That chases you around
A cloud hides secrets for only so long
Till a shadow weighs you down



And one from a couple years back...

"Dream Deferred" (or "Ahora Bien")

I need you to know one thing:

Being is beauty.
To err, the elegance of everything
We write the tragedy, only
When we forget the last part

Why is it so hard for you
To say
“I’m sorry”

The wind is harsh
Whether it whips through with the rain
Or not
But before long the Day arrives
When the wind says, “I’m sorry”
And Crystal is the cloudless sky

Si poco a poco dejas a quererme…

The sun is harsh
When you consume His hours
Day sleeps at Night
Yet you’ve confused the two
Two winds converged in a road
And you stood right in the middle

One year ago and yesterday
Blindly I watched the sun set
Over fields
With a space in between
Just like you and me
This year the sun shines upon
Brittle brown blades strewn with dirt patches
Last year, disingenuous growth of green
Yesterday, I closed my eyes on purpose

…dejaré de quererte poco a poco.