Thank You for a Great Month

To all who went into the labyrinth
The daily Riyaaz and Poems in hand
Happy workers' day

C'est tout, Baltimore.

It is about time
To chase each other's eyes
And look at what we have done
It has been a long time
Thirty days
Almost fourteen years
A blink of the sight
A wind-whirl through time
Of living, learning,
Giving and loving
Above all, receiving
It is a moment to move on
To close these verses
To pack the wagons
Saddle the horses
And move to another town.
Literally.

To ADG :)

La Noche

An angel came down
He gave me a hand
He held firm
Stretched his arms
Dug deep into me
For the dormant self
The happy me
The latent force
And pulled hard
Strong
Until he saved me

Les Trains du Pays

Eclectic
Beaux-artsian
Perpetually reinvented
From a glorious past
To this post industrial
Being
Dysfunctional
Between the cracks
Of what is public
Of what is private
This building stands
Against weather
And unrest
As a witness
Of high ideals
And pedestrian anecdotes
I visit it daily
For now
And I stare
At its beauty
And I cannot
I really cannot
Understand how
How is it
How is it possible
They got the trains so
So
Wrong.

NapTime

It is a chilly
And sunny afternoon
Home is calm
And baby snoozing
Dreaming of far
Far away places
With his birdie friends
Chasing some fish
Rocking the waves

It's not

It is not a comet

Circling on a distant sun

It is not a paint

Swirled by an impressionist

It is a welcome back gift

From a pious passing bird

Storm

The wind hustles outside
Shaking house and limbs
Windows quiver and wail.
'Trees are moving a lot, dadi'
'Trees are moving'
And why do you think they move?
'They are happy, dadi,
That's why the move'

A mi tía.

Hace nueve años

Ella dijo basta

Nunca supe bien 

De su vida 

Y su fé

Pero siempre supe

Que amó a las tres

Y no encontró su salida

Su salida a pie

A la rutina dura

A la fractura de su ser

Las dejó solas

Tan jóvenes las tres

Pero dentro de ellas

Ella vive y crea

Y crea alegría

La alegría que supo ser. 

un beso, Coca.

Steady

Steady step
Step ahead
Ahead and back
In circles around
Gayly forward
Nowhere in mind.

Anonymity

Watch people walk

Their paths in life

Leave art as gifts

Sol

I like the sun
Because it warms my tummy,
He said after smiling

Las Flores /18

Our spring delight
Colours and shapes became
Of those bulbs I planted late

NightArt /19

Rain or shine
Art stands firm and proud
Day and night

Class /17

Commuter class

Dressed with blue suit

On fluorescent yellow

Sole shoes

Nice

Classy

Walk

Walk the doggies
Down the park
Memories flushing
Down my mind
Hope his soul
Rests in peace
We are all you Martin
And you little souls like him
Unfair the world we live in.

Silent Night

And dark night too

For another infant

who's little big innocent life

was cut short

today

As many in recent days

weeks

months

Hug your loved ones

In this silent night

Mind Escape

sometimes i feel 

that i'm propelled forward 

by a powerful tide force behind me 

yet i cannot control or steer 

overwhelmingly strong 

built of family empowering and friend support 

and own expectations 

and sickening perfectionism

i feel i am not the one 

at the helm 

at the tiller

common place to be

a viewpoint

maybe i should break free

drop the camera

trim those sails

and embrace the wind

Chesapeake Bay,  Mind Escape on a Sunny Sunday

To Virginia, for intentionally unaware suggested the title

number eight, his favorite shirt

number one, our first baby

number two, he is a big boy now.

Rain

It is not the wind
Or rain, but passion for change
That moves our spring thoughts

Titles

Still Magnolias

Soon gone with the aprilian winds

In the sands of time

words take me for a ride

yet perhaps

as i'm not in the spring of my life

i read and i fly away 

muffled

and find it hard to write 

to concentrate

as not expecting anything

from the words

from the long line of words

from the long grid of words

but from time to time

i get a jolt

a volt

a not small joy

in suddenly finding

that i can learn again 

and i take that invitation

again

from that word  

for a ride

Next Morning

The Sun came up
Again
Surprised
Too fast
He runs in and out
Grapes on one
Little
Hand
Waving everybody
The other
But everybody
Is only me
Me thinks
He runs
To play
I run
To work
Separated
Far appart
At least for both
The Sun is up.

Breath

Run run run
Pedal pedal pedal
Train choo choo tchus
Breath
Tomorrow is another day.

In between two moments

In between the lights

We live and we love

And we play and we cry

In between two moments

the dusk and the night

I find my peace 

Where I found my heart

(to Tiki)

My Urban Explorer

Explorer of life

Early in his path

Opened to Life.

What Life

Has for him

We only can guess

Together we will walk

His first few steps

His steps few first

we will happily share

Then we will share

What he finds out there.

shapes and color scream to mespringtime is here.

I live as I am

My feelings wave and back

Like at dusk a murmur

A wave of life.

A weaving life

Such is what I got

I mesh love and work

Blindly as I fly.

Asudden my boy smiles

Lighting up the night.

(2013 April 4th - Train station)

Freak of nature
twice the twice
a month's rainfall
in some few hours
changes the landscapes
alters the minds
makes life hard for some
takes it away for others.
And for those others' families
my thoughts
tonight
my thoughts.
And my rage
for my country
that chews its people,
grinds them to a halt.

street view
same feeling always
april the second
nausea
sadness
tragedy
just kids
my age
1982
death
nonsense death
premature death
perpetuating
in time
of times
nauseating
my country

In this new April
walking out of the season
with the strengthen spirit
with all our angels
with our cold nose,
and the messy head
I pause for
things that past
things to come,
great things all.
But in silence and respect
for those that are gone
I gather in this
open space
to celebrate them all.

Here it is coming,
slowly yet definitive

NaPoWrImO 2013 . . . 

April 1st.

http://www.napowrimo.net/