Mi Corazon

I see your heart and it makes for a beautiful day
You are just as lovely in each and every way
Lovely smile, beautiful soul, and eyes that can make you melt
I know this because staring in them last time, its definitely how I felt
You tell me about your day and I tell you about my life
When we express your feelings it gets so steamy and thick you can cut it with a knife
Our bodies connect with a magnetic attraction
Rubbing your porcelain skin nothing can be a distraction
I enjoy every inch of you cherishing every second of every touch
You lay there with eyes closed enjoying it all and not saying much
The impulses I receive says it all when I touch each and every body part
I just got another message, wait….its from your heart!!
Me too!!!

Another Hometown Tragedy

What are we teaching our children today
Are we trying to make everything ok
Do we push them in the directions they go
Or do we guide them in the right paths everyone must know
Small sponges our children rely on us for knowledge and protection
But terror and fear we allow them to live in with a fatherly rejection
Hard, is how they are raised and allowed to find guidance among friends
And eventually "just getting by" is their flight at all ends
So once again we must say goodbye to another one of our children cut short
Who's potential was endless and unfortunately found emptiness as a last resort
A collection of hollow promises and empty dreams
And now love ones weep the painful salty streams
Streams that could eventually dry and disappear
But why the world has to lose a wonderful kid, could never be clear
So a prayer goes out to everyone that is affected deeply in their heart
A prayer so that a town finds a way to fix the fact that their children are slowly falling apart

Is the door open

Innocent heart engulfed in the rage of life
A title wave lifts the spirit of our joy
A joy with no end and a forgotten beginning
They dance a tirade of moves on top of their boards
Only to get a glimpse of finishing first
They love to live and live to love
Ecstasy and eternity promised to those who perish
Their spirits beg to run along side with them
And their inner demons tear away at their flesh
Exploding to escape the vengeance and terror of what....

Our will to survive?

One of my Favorite Poems by Dylan Thomas

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

1-on-1 with Joe

Stop yelling at me
Your pain is causing me not to see
I can feel the pain in your words
And sometimes you make me feel like those free birds
Is there anyway you can understand what it takes to be a man
I have tried to show you as best as I can
I didn't say no when you wanted to play 1-on-1
I laughed and ignored the beer/puke breath as the score was 21-0, I WON
What was it I really won?
What was it you even remembered about your son?
Ever have the urge to say you loved me stone cold sober?
Or was that liquid courage all I could get from you over and over?
I'm older now and have made many mistakes
But for some reason being your son, I can't figure out what it takes

Are you new? or Just a kid inside?

Today's youth are a very weird bunch we say
But I'm sure they said that about us yesterday

Listening to that horrible music and bad hair
But like us they really don't care

Every generation has its own identity
Whether it's being hippies or just a symbol for infinity

No matter what generation emerges over time
They all make everything connect like the next rhyme

Together generations fall into a pattern of history repeating
Just like last nights supper in the microwave reheating

So as your little girl says "you just don't understand"
You can say "oh yeah I forgot you are the first 15year old in this new land"

Think back of how you were when you were young
To a memory that made you so frustrated with your parents, yeah you know the one

Mirror Mirror

If tonight were the last time I would see you then I wouldn't say goodbye
If yesterday was the last time I felt you then I wouldn't have let go
If last week was the last time we listened to tejano then I would still be playing music
And if last month was the last time we talked then I would Cherish every second of the memory
Instead I stand here glaring at a creature of such force and power
Staring deep into the depths of its soul
Eyes wide open as if an invitation to search deep into its mind
Looking past this creature of habit and accepting its love
Grasping on tightly as of to never be allowed to let go
Clinging to it with love in my heart
What is this I notice in the mirror? MY FATHER