Carlos Rodriguez

Naked we come & naked we go
Touch my soul, like a soft wings butterfly
Close me in and feel my heart
Wet &oily skin, no place to hide
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In the grand banquet of poets
You'll find echoes from the soul
There up on pages
Of written scenes untold
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And so the juggernauts roared
As the firebirds soared
And the soldiers howled
While corrupt politicians pleased the crowd
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The nakedness of your body
Warms my soul and sends
My heart on a spinning cycle
Of fury and turmoil.
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Hollow cave in the cold realm of morning
Shallow grave pearched in boredom, rabid foaming
The moon is a harsh mistress
Waiting patiently to devour her prey
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Dark eyes of velvet stone
Wild angel dancing all alone
Lips like blood red wine
She's looking more than fine
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Fed and protected in her womb, I slept
I moved within color and music, as inside
A sea of precious turquoise
There were no currents of thought
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From the cracks I pulled myself out
The air was not like any I have breathed
Lost in the beauty of excellence
The gasping reality that shadows me
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An angel runs
thru the sudden light
a ghost precedes us
a shadow follows us
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She rests
Among the willows
Tepid in her memories
Yet ever vibrant with possibility
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A child goes screaming into the night
like a bird whose wings have been clipped
and can't no longer take flight.
Hot dead prison in the sleepless night
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I see the sunrise in your smile
As your perpetual being
Moves with grace and style
Confine to this wall of solitude
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A will to power
In the strange hour
Death creeps on by
Like a sailor adoring
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Restless anger
Fearful night
Come to my morning
With the sun's first rays of light
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Beautiful sadness
Infininte melancholy
You are the memory
I will come back to
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In quiet solitude I walk through fields of wisdom
Time & tide and out of season the hitchhiker stood by
The side of the road and raised his thumb as if planning
An act of treason.
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Our eyes bleed in darkness
Our whispers bring silence
Our shapes feed the shadows
Your touch turns to violence
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Hopeless
The feeling that I will not subside
That's lingered since the night you died
I wish I could have helped you more
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