To my Love

I look into your eyes,
and I'm entrapped.
I smell your hair,
and I'm ecstatic.
I touch your hand,
and I'm exhilarated.
I make you laugh,
and I'm elated.
I sooth your tears,
and I'm enraptured.
I hold you close,
and I'm whole.

Eulogy

They come and they go
Passing like the night
Enter, Grow, Leave
Are forgotten
How much they change
Things, Lives, Themselves.
Change the world,
then disappear
leaving nothing but faint footprints
that fast fade away.
We work so hard,
do so much,
but what happens to us
when we are forgotten?

Every Hello an "I love you"

I see you every day
Though so much time has passed.
You're so far away,
But the memories still last.
I need your smiling face,
That little hand to grasp
To hold you in my arms
And just let the hours pass.

I give
With every hello an “I love you”,
Every goodbye a kiss.
In each and every moment,
It’s you, it's you I miss.

I used to make you smile.
We’d laugh and dance and sing,
But now those happy moments
Are nothing more than dreams.
I want to say I love you.
I want more than just a fling.
I want to clothe that little finger
With a pretty diamond ring.

I give
With every hello an “I love you”,
Every goodbye a kiss.
In each and every moment,
It’s you, it's you I miss.

I wish it wasn’t over,
I want more of those happy days
I feel cold alone and helpless
Without you I’ve lost my way.
I see your crying eyes.
I want to wipe those tears away.
So why don’t you scoot a bit closer
‘cause I’ve got something to say

I give
With every hello an “I love you”,
Every goodbye a kiss.
In each and every moment,
It’s you, it's you I miss.

Empty

Happiness is Darkness
the light is gone out
I, an empty shell,
go about life
eat, breath, wander
without purpose.
How can I live
without my heart?

I do not understand
why two men can embrace each other on a mat, but can’t touch anywhere else.
why putting a ball through a ring can make or break someone’s day.
why men are praised for carrying a ball across a line while they smash others.

But most of all I do not understand
why those who don’t see the sense in this
are ridiculed, tormented,
humiliated, and insulted
just because they don’t want to follow the mindless masses.

What I understand most is acting
Losing myself in a character
Playing with the heartstrings of an audience,
Drawing them in,
Making them become one with me,
And loving me for it.

Why?
Why can we be
so stupid,
When we should be
wise?

Why?
Why do we succumb
to greed and avarice
When it stands against
Logic and Reason?

Why?
Why does that
Filthy Lucre
have such great hold
upon our hearts?

Why?
Why con we not
follow reason, wisdom,
when faced with temptations of
Money and Power?

Potatoes

Silently, slowly
We reach with our leaves

Tall and green
They are what the world sees
Regards as beautiful
Showers with praises

But they are frivolous
Lacking all substance

Deep in our roots
Lies the truth
The real substance
The pure us

Out of sight
Unkown to any but ourselves

The leaves about us mean nothing
They can be large and green
Even when our true selves
Are small and shriveled

There is only one way
to really know us

Look past the leaves
Reach into the deep rich earth
And pluck us up
With a gentle caress.

The Girl With the Golden Hair

I long for the girl with the golden hair.
Her open arms relieve my pain.
For only she can see my cares.

At home I sit and weep on the stair
Until my cheeks bear my tears' wet stain,
and I long for the girl with the golden hair.

Together we make quite the pair,
Many of our thoughts and actions the same,
and only she can see my cares.

When we are together men with envy stare,
For she is abeauty and I am plain.
Oh, I long for the girl with the golden hair.

She fills me with light of hapiness fair,
and from my sould removes all strain,
For only She can see my cares.

And when I am wrinkled with worry and care,
And my mobility relies on a cane,
I will long for the girl with the golden hair,
For only she can see my cares.

Libby

The Village of Hicks
Timber Cutter, Ore Digger
Player with Cougars and Grizzly handler
Quiet, Content, Peaceful
Town of the Open-hearted
They tell me you are close-minded and I believe them, for I have seen
You cling to logging while it drags you to your death
And they tell me you are uncultured and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen
Shakespeare slaughtered and buffoonery applauded.
And they tell me you are poverty-stricken and my reply is: On the faces of
Women and children I have seen wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this,
My town, and I give them back their sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city full of such charity and friendliness
In the midst of unemployment and poverty.
Safe to roam the streets and leave your door unlocked
Late into the dark of night
Living despite disaster and economic collapse
Continuing to exist.
Friendly,
Peaceful,
Beautiful,
Quiet,
Rising, falling, and rising again,
Under the asbestos, breathing through a mask, thriving amongst the pines
Joined with the bear, the deer, the eagle, laughing in the face of inevitable death.
Laughing the quiet, content peaceful laughter of youth, home again after along day
toiling in the sun, proud to be Timber Cutter, Ore Digger, Hicks, Player with Cougars and Handler of Grizzlies.

Desperation

So oft you were my inspiration,
my support,
yet that I cannot mention.

Will the barrier between us
e’er be dissolved?

The one point of contention,
so simple to remove,
yet I’ve worked at it harder
than all else in my life.

I need your help,
to dig from the other side,
not to shore up against
my work.

Then, with the wall gone,
I can loose my tongue
and confess my love for you.

Romance del Libro Viejo

Me llama, mi libro viejo.
El forro, triste y gastado
de uso, cubierto de polvo.
pues, antes no era cansado,
era para mí, un escape.
A libertad, de un esclavo
me convertía mi libro.
Caballeros y caballos
viven aquí, y regocijan
en mi mundo imaginado.
Felicidad, y aventura
también existe lo amargo,
vida, muerte, amor, y pena
brujas, y dioses romanos,
desilusión y esperanza,
todo eso, un mundo lejano.
Me llama, mi libro viejo,
y ya, me estoy preparando.

Nature's Symphony

In the land where man's hand has never touched,
the wind caresses the trees,
a great hand plucking its vast
harp.
The thrumming creek
offers the rhythm,
laughing and dancing.
The birds sing out in harmony
intertwining with the joyful, gentle
melody.
And the mountain stands
as the majestic maestro, bringing together
windwaterlife
unifying them.
And oft times
I join them, at the foot of majestic mountain,
and lose myself in the whole, becoming
windwaterlifeI
filled with gentle bliss
free from

the hectic world of men

Here With Me

Your presence
hovers ever closer
and though we are distant
you remain just on the edge
of sight

Your smile
smiles in the dark
and though it is absent
it lingers in the distant carners
of my memories

Your laugh
rings in my ears
and though it lacks it source
it is everpresent on the rim
of sleep

Your spirit
is still entwined with mine
and though we are apart
it caresses the fringes
of mysoul

Your love
fills my heart
and though we cannot meet
it always dwells with me
the source of my joy

Epitafio

Epitafio
De estatura común
con una voz que ni vuela ni pesa
hijo menor de un conductor de bus
y de una paciente dama casera
gordo de nacimiento
tengo cuidado de la buena mesa;
de mejillas rojitas
y de iguales orejas
con un rostro redondo
en que los ojos parecen arvejas.
La nariz grande e inchada
parece picada por una abeja.
-todo esto bañado
por una luz de sonrisas y pena
ni muy feo ni bello
fui lo que fui: una mezcla
de chistes y dolores
un batido de valor y pereza

(written as a response to Epitafio by Nicanor Parra)
(fue escrito como una respuesta a Epitafio por Nicanor Parra)