Inner city rails

Long bars through neighborhoods
suburbs, districts and no man's land lost.
Steel rods all the way across the megalopolis
over bridges, through tunnels and under ground.
The rumbling shaking screeching all the way to dumbfound
Dark catacombs and long deep terraces
The train like a snake slides through ferociously.

The dusty smoky air moves across platforms with the ashes
Rush hour thick with faces worn by overwork and rashes
waiting for the shaky screechy gritty
The rails so lifeless carry this human worm through the compost that is this city

The lights and draughts that attack the weary commuter
find every nook and cranny of his core
Shadows flicker and vagabonds bicker as the crowds line up to board
The overloaded squabble as they all throw themselves at the entry doors
not letting the desperate people exit before

Yes the inner city rails, always a light at the end of the tunnel
Heaven is mixed thoroughly with hell and then funneled
Shacks and stalls and wrecks sell it all on oil stained pathways
And all slip and some pickpocket and others rub up in the train crowded thick
So just go to the gangway to buy your ticket.

She is not a corner to cut

Rays of respect light her
the pressure, won´t dim her
Time won´t cook her
neither will negative intentions

She is not a corner but a whole
Not a task but love´s work extending
A colorful talented girl
that deserves a mention

She is as calm as dusk
sweet curves of her neck allow night to fall
she will not be thrown down in the ruts
she is not a corner to be cut

Faith with love as cement

The hole in our faith before we knew each other
The rubble near our dreams through our thoughts all over
Cement turned to sugar above the water fall where we kissed
Our hearts malleable to each other, pump in bliss

Our faith flattens ruins
and our love builds new cities above it
Positivity flows through us like a fluid
We feel, we breathe, we love it.

In love and strong we take the impact of the world we face
To fill the hole in our faith
Clear the rubble from our dreams with the strength of the sun ablaze
And continue the same stream of bliss from whence the kiss transformed us

Poet´s overcoming

Poet´s overcoming

Rough life is up by a rusty iced morning.

The rigourous rhyme comes a howling as a lake horse provoked.
The dusty eyes are licked by the cautious kelpie and it revives
my shine and vigour.
...
The loch a mirror of hard embedded tears now solid and formed frozen
like the will of the plain day.

The dreams of the seventh poet revolving and expanding.
each a wave unto the writers own universe
each a sensation unto his own love

The day yells

The alarm screams
The sound of your own body moving to push itself out of bed
The dishes and cutlery clatter
How do we stay sane when reality couldn´t be madder

The day yells
Not like a hairless beardless geriatric who lost his underwear
but like a ferrel cat
Yes the never ending test of tests

Morning is the bottom of a well
And sometimes you´ve got to hold onto that bucket
even when the hands far above just let the rope go
The only strength I find in days as these is saying thankyou

Thankyou lord for all the great things that are still in my life even after these disruptions and distractions have made me overlook them.
Thankyou for letting me be acquainted with frustration so I may better compare the qualities of Peace.

To have that what you have searched for

To have gained that which you have searched for
That which you have hurt for
That which you have dreamed of
Unlocked suddenly like a secret door

To have the aroma and feel of such a gift
A reminder of life and how to lift it
An arm to hold you after hundreds of nights alone
Warm something that I've searched high and low for

And had it not burst into my life
had it not been love that sent me a wife
I cannot fathom how lonely I would be
How cold and disconnected from the heart I'd feel

And so love did whistle
Cupid's army pulled back arrows
I caught one from whence nimble cherub fingers fired
Sharp and darkish golden her name is Maira

Dog of truth

The dog of truth is barking
he is the indicator of impending dangers
He is the food you will eat after dark
when there is no longer any food at all

The dog of truth comes wiley and smiling
Lakes of laughter that will soon fall silent
Journey to the truth rough and violent
through corruption and poorly maintained streets

Ignore the crooks barks the dog of truth
and make your way ruthlessly
through the starving masses who tread on new grain
who pollute their own water sources and complain

Kill the dog of truth and let´s party says the mayor
because it´s bark is blunt and impolite to the ear
Corruption is ours, pollution is ours who really cares!
The dog says carelessness and apathy keep us dirty and unaware

Love is street long(infinite)

Love is all along
Time is ticking and love is beating in hearts
Love is there among the blood
Love is long life

How long is a street?
Now how long is a life?
How smooth is the love between a man and wife?
Street long each house a year

Street long, some fences worn
Some roads wear houses that can bear the storms
And some years some streets get flooded
when the water is gone all that's left is mud

Some still clean their streets
happy neighbors that often greet
Because they seek harmony and peace
and don't mind cleaning drains and fixing leaks

Street long doesn't mean love will end when the street does
After all some streets pour into beautiful avenues
You have one at the end of yours haven't you in fact?
Love is street long and hate is a short cul-de-sac

The heart one

Put a bit of pulse in today of all things
Hope is always played on the heart strings
The solidness of the muscles in the heart
The light somewhere in there that needs to play part

Like a clarity in bold
Like the sun
Like a container of the soul
the heart one

Selling all the sense from your world

On the streets they've honed their smiles
Bided their time to sell their wares with their styles
To sell you every guess and every answer
To sell you every kilometer, every mile

The tongue dodges teeth greeting you
from their mouth
they'll sell you what you don't want and toast to your health
They'll sell you a broken today and next week butter won't melt

Their eyes look for signs of some desire unfulfilled
some ailment they can recommend you a pill for
As you arrive they roll the cursed dice of second sight
There will exist an undeniable opiate a vice that's just right

And those giant bat like wings will surely unfurl
As those vendors sell all the sense from your world

Classroom wall

It's up on the table
it gets knocked down
down to the floor
It gets kicked up, kicked up on to the walls

It's like students' laughter
Splashed from a pool of humor, the grey table
Pull out a chair and sway a smile
Mouth humbly tucked into the base of the head

Like a hallway poster some celebration
chance will booster
Halfway through the lesson a hole appears in the roof
and water trickles down like giggling teens

A wonderful disaster
there's a feeling of excitement
as the classroom walls change color
all of a sudden

Bus heist

The mugging happened on the road.
The criminals jumped off their bikes like toads
Loaded their guns and collected wallets
from the bus and from the bikes swallowing

Give me a piece of my life back the mouth says
the pistols were raised and soon they would have to ride away
Sirens in the distance victims optimistic hearts glowed
The police stopped, the mess blocked the traffic flow

Down the side streets a brick flood
some the color of blood
some the color of the surrounding favela gun chambers click
empty and hungry the neighborhood was a stomach

Give me a piece of my life back in a pouch were I keep my coin
A piece of me and my identity all the cards we employ
Happy go lucky mugger didn't even take the cash addrenaline bug
Just the excitement of the assault and the transformation into a thug

Guns loaded and cocked, bullet love
hear the creaking like a squealing to spray blood
Ugly smiles usher wallets and purses
The shock of it all invoking curses

Robbery in broad day light offensive
The bus now shocked and apprehensive

Peace prayer

Through our flesh and property
Greet us with prosperity
Find us and give us abundance
find us with love and great chances

Bless us with long lasting peace
Fertile grounds to till
seasons of goodwill
Health and sharing of wealth

Prepare us give us our well being
Afford us abundance in opportunity
Let lungs taste clean air
The best things in life that we can be thankful for

Hammer of vice

The hand reaches toward the steel handle
The heart deflates
Oh heart how treacherous
The hand grabs the hammer and smashes

For all of god
we scream for the will to live
To flourish free of ills
To be abundant less our destructive whims

The hand reaches toward the steel handle
A mace head the size of my heart
With a handle the length of my arm
It is the hammer of will

And with it I now smash the hammer of vice
and for all of god clean my spirit, I scream for the will to live
To flourish free of ills
To be abundant less my destructive whims

... To break the hammer of vice
with the hammer of will made from a piece of unbreakable virtue

The pebbles

Colored by their origins
surrounding the mountain
as if they need a reason to live
stationary as if resting from a long journey

Discolored by the sun
sitting at the foot of the mountain
in their millions
Each one a secret reason lost in the desert

Each one shouting at each other
as the sun reflects off each one
The mountain as silent as it is loud
keeping the millions of pebbles in their place

The lack of water in the air
the dryness of the ground
What brave feet dare to walk over these pebbles
The crunching sound like tiny stones disgruntled

Other side of the island

Haven´t you seen beyond the prison
been above the hills
out of the institute?
away from this factory equipment

When you got off the boat
or the plane
The round trip of temptation
you woke to find yourself here on the island

Craggy rocks and research facilities
Polluted seawater and these cranes and cages
Over the hill is a city where one way streets are sweet
Where bricks are made of marble and people have cellphones for ears

What was the reward for refusing temptation
When you arrived the bay was lit
The optimistic pit in your stomach was full
Then off the boat and into some water garage

Sleeping off those round trips of temptation
Bicycle late, profit and the physical form
Far from these rusty docks is the mother
telepathically advising from the window pain

Across the other side of the island
there is a paradise with grey bricks that sing with the streetlights
so sing me back to sleep
sing abundantly into my dreams