Yes, Even to the Blind
The goose knows no east or west,
The noose, no right or wrong,
Light journeys on forever,
But darkness settles?
No!
No, this darkness sneaks.
This blackness crawls and creeps.
This blindness squirms and worms and blinds,
And those who lose their way,
They only see their own road,
Visions of hollow radiance and vainglory.
Shadows are not selective,
They are one and they are infinite,
Always present and always elusive.
Is this not easy to see?
Or is it hard to see?
Can it be seen at all?
The rooster heralds the dawn,
The goose still flees the cold, dark winter,
With their trumpeting voices to be heard.
Are these not signs?
Yes, even for the blind.
“Here is a change,” they say.
Whether good or bad, day or night.
They are flames and they are watchful defenders.
Listen to them,
They are all around,
Leading the way.
Yes, even to the blind.
“Open your ears,” they say,
At least you still have those.
And be wary,
Those nocturnal creatures seek the darkness,
They welcome it with dark eyes and closed ears.
Can you smell their stench?
They lead to the dark with their alluring filth,
And many do not escape their grasp.
But You, open your eyes and see it,
It is not too late,
The most magnificent things cast the largest shadows.
Be wary,
Do not get caught there,
For this darkness sneaks.
This blackness crawls and creeps.
This blindness squirms and worms and blinds.
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Crying Sky
Don’t gimme that look like you just don’t care…
You care..you care as much as that big black bear
staring right at you!
SIGH, SIGH you’ve got my eye
that stares deep into your soul
Peers into the crack & crevice of your whole
Can’t you see me seeing you?
I cried my eye so dry that I might have a sty
A sty that won’t buy anything you belt my way!
GO! GO!! GO AWAY leave me for some other day
Children’s games have yet to play
Play away through the night & day,
evening comes morning goes.
Sacrifice your way through the forest,
up to the mountains where rains come
to wash away the dirt on your face.
Smoky eyes & hazy days make fighting hard.
Some days I ask “What for?”
Empty skies make no reveal, pay no attention, make no appeal.
Close up shop, shut it down.
Covet no more the things of this world.
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Fry
Fry fry fry up the rye
make it so it don’t make to much fire
Why why don’t you lie
lie to the people who make it a pyre
Dry dry dry up your eye
don’t take it to the streets where you won’t get hired
Up and down, left and right, black and white don’t make it right
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Lately
It really hasn’t been lately
that you have been on my mind,
but that you have always be on
my mind.
It’s lately that my conscience
makes me aware that you are
there, not just hidden in
the back somewhere.
Lately, I wake in the morning
to the thought of you and
when I’m on the train I feel
like everyone knows I’m
yearning for you.
Lately, you have trespassed
my thoughts of impurities
that I thought
no one could possess,
But it was you that my body
wanted to belong to and I
was just trying not to admit.
I’m tired of fighting
like a warrior with this great
big wall that is just about to crumble.
I throw in the white flag and scream,
“I surrender!”; for I have never really
forgotten you, just made myself believe
it couldn’t be you.
Lately, I have come to the
realization that you are always on
my mind.
Lately, no, right now I wish
I was in your arms.
By: D.D.P.
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A Mystery to me
A mystery you are,
to me anyway for you’re not my past or present
but someone new to be added to the future
of me and you?
Whether friends or lovers
fate shall decide,
but all I know is that you’re in my mind.
Intellectual and strong,
looking lean and long,
sexy and bold
you make my mind want to fold.
I look at you and wonder where you come from,
my world so small I wonder if you could hold
the key for what I seek so you could set me free.
Looking for love in all the wrong places,
looking for love where life is full of complications.
There you appeared laid back with your head clear,
I look at you and wonder if you “really” ever look at me too.
Fate and time can speak for this one only
so I wait every night and day and hope
you will come my way
for you put a smile on my face in
that very special way.
By: D.D.P.
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New Journey
I woke up today and decided to pray that a solution may appear so my frown may disappear;
My soul needs to find its place and my heart needs to be healed and surrounded by love that should be for real.
I start a new journey and leave my old one behind, leaving that old bumpy road with potholes and old heart imprints left with streak marks.
My soul is indented with crooked and broken paths of heartache from moments as bad as hurricanes and tornados that trace back to years of wasted youth;
I woke up today knowing I had to get off this path;
and now that I did, I found a new one which is fresh as a blank canvas, and now left up to me as to what direction I want to travel and who can travel down my road and see where my heart lives if they are worthy and are ready to fight for what is within.
As I head down my new road with not knowing my fate, I feel strong yet scared, I feel confident yet insecure but most importantly, I feel free and no longer a prisoner of my own misery.
By: D.D.P.
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I ain’t given it up…
Why should I give it up?
Just to quench your thirst
or take care of you because
you are about to burst!!?
Can you say, “Please?”
Can you say, “Thank you?”
Could you not ask for money
like I’m the one to support you.
I ‘m not your mama so don’t
expect me to clean up your mess.
“You’re horny”, you say and expect me to
bend on all fours or go down so
I could explore??
Brother, please
get off your high horse!
You come home late,
leave the bills behind,
forget our dates,
and you want me to give you
my behind!
I ain’t given it up,
so you better call that hoe
and tell her to pick you up and go.
Brother, I ain’t given it up,
‘cause my shit is too good for you.
I just gave it up
and you ask ,”Who?”
The next MAN-
the one who treats me so damn good.
By: D.D.P.
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Finding Her
As I look in the mirror and ask the question of finding me today,
I try to find the meaning of knowing what it means to live a day more.
I wake up every day wondering if I shall even breathe normal today….
My heart hurts,
my stomach turns and my head is in a spin
for I don’t know how to deal with me from within.
I go around walking this earth trying to raise a man
that God has given to me so I can go forth.
My heart yearns for healing
but at the same time I just want to lay down
and die from the pain that my soul can not even begin to explain
the depths of hell I have been living in.
I go around smiling as if my life is one beauty pageant
knowing deep down inside I’m living a lie
of unhappiness because YOU brought that to me
and now every time you walk out that door,
my mind starts to wander and wonder if you are going out to explore.
I can’t deal with the conception of not trust
but is it my fault that I put you on that pedal still
and assumed never you would ever stray or end up being that double edge sword;
the one I adore or the one I wish I could ignore.
I want to talk,
I want to walk,
I want to be me but I can’t find her;
she is lost not knowing who she is or what she stands for.
I wake up to pray that a solution may appear and my frown may disappear;
My soul needs to find its place and
my heart needs to be healed and surrounded by love that should be for real.
I am a mother and a wife but who am I?
I look in the mirror every day say,” Do you think you can find her today?”
By: D.D.P.
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What some days are like
I wake up suffocating
trying to breathe life in,
trying to live and expose
myself from within.
I walk within my surroundings
trying to fight my way out,
I am choking,
gasping for freedom and that
better road which awaits me
so I can enjoy life and live it out.
I’m out here one this ledge looking
down at the pits of hell and cry myself to sleep
and dream of the life I wish I could lead.
I wake up still gasping for the air I wish to breathe,
I wake up wondering if anyone thinks like me or am I just really crazy?
I’m a survivor though with many years ahead of me
and my life will always consist of me being dedicated to me.
By: D.D.P.
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Betweeen two Worlds
I’m crossed between two worlds.
First generation born here,
a Nuyorican labeled with a voice
so the world can hear.
My family so full of heritage
that it gives such leverage.
I still vision the smells of arroz con pollo,
pernil, and café con leche.
The sounds of salsa as I watch my
mother’s feet rock that Celia Cruz beat.
I walk out of my home and enter a world
of American wonders of fashion and pop.
I enter a world of knowledge only learned in
college, where I meet different people from
Chinese to Hungarian,
Italian to Bulgarian.
I smell different foods
and witness different religions
and I question myself,” Where do I fit in?”
I forget my native tongue not wanting an accent
to show where I come from.
I cannot deny my ethnicity,
I cannot deny that I’m not five foot three.
My heart screams out like Marc Anthony
“ Yo te quiero– Puerto Rico” and I feel the passion
of belonging to my people because we are one.
I no longer deny my culture but really- I never did;
I just wanted to fit in with America and to be honest I ‘m
glad I never really did.
I love my people,
I love the music, the men,
the food and all the sexy women.
I celebrate Christmas
but also “El Dia de Los Reyes.”
Crossed between two worlds? No… I’m no longer that,
a mind that use to live with doubt.
I live in America but now speak my native tongue
and show where my heart now belongs.
By: D.D.P.
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