Poetry
Gracias, Mi Familia Colombiana
Gracias, Colombia.
Me has dado una vida.
Me has enseñado lo que es ser un ser.
Me has regalado el regalo de ver.
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Cages of Light
We’re surrounded by cages of light.
Secure in our darkness we dare not depart.
What if we burn ourselves on the possibilities?
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The Air of Consciousness
As I climb through consciousness the air becomes easier to breathe.
The edge of the wilderness is now within reach.
I see god’s eyes from the beach.
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The Clearing of the Mist
The clouds in the sky replace the clouds my mind.
Inspiration precipitates and crystallizes in kind.
With the safety harness untied.
We can finally fly.
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Time
I hear the second hand tick when I close my eyes.
My atomic mind is always on time.
I see the future and mold it to my will.
My feet have never known what it feels like to stand still.
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The Empty Apartment
As I write this I see empty walls staring back at me.
Tiny little eyes where nails hung memories.
I tried to donate everything in the closet.
I hope I get back my security deposit.