The man in the corner Speaking aloud to himself. Silenced when one walks Into the room, he’ll express His turbulent thoughts, To an inner audience. His therapy for a life Of hardship and loneliness. His children often see This peculiar spectacle, It’s become so common His whispers acceptable. His fingers have curled From the hardship of work Twisted fingers the shape Of knotted roots and hooks. This man possesses song, And serenades his family, With a booming Spanish voice Singing - depression’s remedy. Songs from his homeland The green mountains of Spain. Songs of passion and love Or heartbreak and pain. He provides everything he can For his family’s survival. Destroying his body with Safety and health in denial. He does all he can Like his father before him. Everything but suicide, His own father’s dark sin. He carries this grief with him, Which adds to his strife. Why did his father do it, Why did he take his own life? My father once spoke Of this painful dark memory, Becoming a distraught child, Pained and crying for daddy. It helped him to talk About this dark stain. If only he could help Rid his father of pain.
But he couldn’t. He wasn’t there. So he carries this burden. His private stones of despair Freedom from grief uncertain.
But it’s the songs he sang That I remember most. I romance it now As I pine for discourse. With my soulful father Who is always in my thoughts, Imagining him singing While happy or distraught. It’s why I write As most other poets do, To understand this life, Which can be joyful or cruel. He sings and I write, To thrash madly at our plight, We laugh and we wail, For our family we prevail.
When you wrap your arms around me You make everything alright I can shake off all the days dilemmas Anticipating a stress free night You painted stars up in the sky, and introduced me to the moon Your arms wrapped tight around me safe and sound like a cocoon You hung the sun, to light my way, a not so simple task You know my needs by memory, I don't even need to ask It's rapture in the best of kinds, it fills you to content We know each others pleasure points, Your kisses have me spent Let's brush away the days events, and focus on romance I know we're meant to be right here, This is our second chance
High above the bluest skies When night calls And Sun answers lovingly Yes Moon it's your time To shine I know Sun smiled The Star's spontaneously Starts to sparkle Joyful that their lights will Be seen by human kind If only they will stop Take a .moment and Look up So each and everyone Could see the Twinkle in their own eye's To see the sos message The Star's are blinking Blink blink blink You