Poetry
Beautiful, complicated
Frustrating, illuminating, transcending
My beating heart's lasting song
Life
Monday, May 20, 2013
Lamentations 2:14 -- Derived
Lamentations 2:14
The visions of your prophets were false and worthless;
They did not expose your sin to ward
off your captivity.
The
oracles they gave you were false and misleading
Siete días
Con siete noches
Listen
Echoes from barrels
Call my name
I see ghostly dark
Cane fields
In this solitude
Lost paths
Taking
me
To known places
Caminando
Y caminando
A dark
Solitary
hallway
Hanging from purple
Hallowed frames
Take me
To a lamenting
Choir “Salamalekum”
Y no encuentro
Una limosna
Night and sky is
Transformed with sweat,
Tears and rum
Mix
Their skin
Into a black
Starlit veil
Para el viejo
Babalu Aye
And naked, cement bricks
Stained by rain
Raise invisible walls
Breathe out
Fragmented
Worn out by
The tan-tan’s
Never-ending dance
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Remembering the Old City -- Free Verse
Remembering the Old City
I am lost in this old city frozen in time where the shadows
Of miserable giants rise and fall on me with overwhelming misery I hear
Hearts breaking, the future escaping, conspiracies in the making
La Lucha! bass line rhythm of these streets
Narrowing streets that suffocate the disillusioned
People that come and go with hopeless bags and empty hopes on
“¡La revolución! ¡La revolución!”
Eyes washed off from once beautiful now disfigured faces by
The hypnotizing rain now struck by the sun’s reality and
Dried eyes can’t see our hearts filled with burning
Hot air that cannot lift us to see our decaying body no
No Red blood in these veins that claimed so much crumbling
Stone lions chase me down Industria Street in my
sleep I am drowning in these gray streets lost
In Old Havana still, frozen in time
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