No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse

Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea