Table of Contents
1. Borrowed Inspiration
2. Corazón
3. Oldies
4. Metaphoric Lemon Cake
5. Florycanto
6. 3:04 A.M. (Scribbling Thoughts)
7. Awww..
Borrowed Inspiration
I write you a poem
Because you are my muse.
I grab a pen and spill my soul
For your attention, admiration.
I write you a poem because
A poem is what you are,
Immortalize you on paper.
Nit pick thoughts and lose myself in the moment
Scribble prose hidden as verse
Gather words
And in one sitting
Confess a backlog of emotion.
I write you a poem
Because literature runs through your veins
And because you grasp the power of words
These words are for you.
Corazón
warmth
comfort
healer,
she who
welcomes,
by my side
caress
hold her tight
if this be love,
love with all your might
main squeeze,
squeeze her right
rhythm, lots of rhythm
relax, breathe
everything's going to be alright.
hey there lonely girl, i wanna know your name
you really got a hold on me but i have to tell it like it is
you're the best thing that ever happened to me but
i think you got your fools mixed up my sweet dear miss
was a natural high and would always remind me that
i'm still a young man every time i'd walk on by
my distant lover had me thinking i was the duke of earl
for me she was the only one in the whole wide world
i ain't to proud to beg, i do love you
and would do anything to be her boo
shoot'em up bang bang, cowboys to girls always be true
but you beat me to the punch and now im wondering,
"could it be i'm falling in love?" '
i have no clue, somebody please
but cutie pie, i'll be around just don't break your promise
no soy de ti, i have have the tears of a clown
still i want to make it with you
daddy's home and you're my angel baby
for too long i've been sitting in the park
till after dark, Didn't i blow your mind?
how can you mend a broke heart?
my spirit is beat, tired of finding love on a two way street
it's a thin line between love and hate
so try me coz i'm never gonna give you up
earth angel, i know it's going to take a miracle
in the still of night i think of us together
and realize i only have eyes for you
i want to get next to you
why do fools fall in love? don't know but
i want to be your man, what i do
is for the love of you, not a sideshow
silly of me to think we could be between the sheets
i'm so tired of being alone and all i want
is love and happiness, let me be your angel
look what you've done for me, i love you for all seasons
i'm just looking for some kind of sign girl
i'm giving you reasons so why won't you take a chance on me?
darling baby, i'm the one who really loves you,
hey love, as i sit here, oh how it hurts
i sleepwalk wishing on a star, hear the bells
i want you back, but imma smile now and cry later
truth is i'm your puppet and you got me hypnotized
i'm confessing a feelin, baby i'm for real
it can't just be my imagination telling me you're forever mine
at last, i'm the one who really knows
i'm no genius of love and i don't wear a diamond ring
but oh honey, if you should lose me
you'll lose a good thing
Metaphoric Lemon Cake
I think of her at random times
like at this very instance
beautiful redundancy
of all who have entered
come and gone
she will be the one to always stand out
i love her like i love letters
sometimes i dwell in cliche emotions
as all poets ocassionally do
but at all times i remember that i do have
my better half, literature personafied
the book that i can't seem to finish
the elusive poem that refuses to be
written down.
the voice that one day recited
verses and stanzas to me in a rose garden
the one who turns me on by merely picking up a pen
or smoking a cigarette,
the only critic that matters
the only bridge i refuse to burn
my equal, i am her poet
we are selfish
distance helps me romanticize
but that's something between she and i
i miss her at random times, like right now
and i make her real by writing a poem with no rhyme
all heart, no pauses, no edits and she is there
and i'm good,
and then all of those who've entered
come and gone no longer matter.
Florycanto
my literary muse was sitting beside me
and we were listening to elder chicano poets
she was attentive
and was very critical
one of the panelists said something
about poets now a day focusing too much on
"I"
and we thought he was crazy
we saw ourselves in twenty years
the radical, the academic
the ever present ivory tower
the poets spoke of one Brown Buffalo
being followed by CIA agents
and having an after party at Buff's pad
over in the east side
i imagined a room full of young poets
drinking and smoking
inspiring one another
and then my muse pulled out a pen
and on the florycanto event program
she began writing
i looked over enough to see that she WAS writing
i am most attracted to my muse
when she puts words on paper
but i didnt look enough to see what she was writing
that's an intimate moment that i respect
one chicano poet was the veterano of the bunch
a second was an academic that loved to hear himself speak
his wife was a poet as were his children
a third poet had presence
we didnt stick around long enough for the last poet
the academic read five poems too many
but the best poet was on black and white celuloid
a mystery mujer from a 1979 recital
she had a nice stack of stanzas in her hand
her words were the most visual
a true poet
she reminded me of my muse
it was the 200th birthday of our motherland
we went back to the pad, in the kitchen we spoke of words
in another there was music
we smoked cigarettes and drank beer
we danced, i showed her the bands lyrics
she loves letters as much as i do
by nights end we were all drunk
and then i got the privlige of having her steal
one of my books, a book on Ricardo Flores Magon
my muse knows little shame
letters and words are of more importance
than any other woman that may enter my life
she is my literary muse for a reason
and with that our night came to an end
3:04 A.M. (Scribbling Thoughts)
check it,
you got me a little curious
Delirious in my confidence
I know my actions must be obvious
5-but you keep it stupid fresh
your style compliments your flesh
my brain cells are all in a muthafuckin' mess
god damn it miss ------
I gotta confess
10-I don’t think I can suppress
the fact that for a cool minute now
you caught my interest
and although I want to get intimate
Don’t be thinking that
15-I’m just trying to run through,
if anything this is more like
Common when he first met Erykah Badu
I want to write love poems
that are strictly for you
20-you have a smile and a style
that don’t fake the funk
always keeps it true
got a poet feeling energetic,
revived and brand new...
25-you are beauty personified
a bona fide queen, got you stuck
in my dreams
you roam my mind,
seems like cupid busted off shots
30-and I caught a slug
got me scribbling thoughts at home like,
“you shine so bright that I’m left blind,
the whole world gives you props”
and though hip hop is your love
35-I’m trying to rep you
like hand in glove
like I'm an addict and you're the main drug
better yet sent at the perfect moment
from way up above
40-we can start from scratch,
a new beginning,
you got my soul singing
straight up, like that!
there’s nothing wrong with drifting into the unknown
45-let me build you a castle with brand new crown
let me be the one who takes you in and out of the zone
the one who'll write you
the worlds illest poems
it's been a good while since I felt like a child
50-you inspire this style that has me flowing
you look good and my curiosity is constantly growing
the love I can give to you, you ain’t even knowing
I can love you like this
like a living legend
55-straight embedded your impression
in my heart a new sensation
your aura constantly glowing
my heart constantly roaring
together we could be constantly soaring
60-traveling new heights
New York and Parisian nightlights
new adventures every morning
if you wanna keep this going
I guarantee miss ------
65-we’ll see the sights
and life with me will be a sick journey
that’ll never get boring.
Awww..If i could have you here tonight sitting by my side
I'd turn off the lights
And tell you of the few things i have left to hide
I would ask you to go with me on a
Most enlightening metaphysical life long ride
And would abide by your every last demand
From grabbing stars, stealing planets
To drying every individual one of your hair strands
I would open up and confess all the dreams i have planned
I get the feeling you of all people
Wouldn't mock but understand
You wouldn't label me or give me some unfitting brand,
Cosmic muse
my secret little cosmic muse,
You help heal every single earthly bruise
If i had you here tonight sitting by my side
I would do away with my childish pride
And confide;
Love, my words are more than just implied
Or for that matter over simplified
...if i could have you
Here
Tonight
Sitting by my side
There would be no reason for me to write this
I would simply steal a kiss;
But instead I take a deep sigh
And from a safe distance
Sullenly wave good night and good bye
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