POEMS I'VE PUBLISHED

Those I've written on social medias.

IN ALL DARKNESS

Locked in my room

I am lock with my worries,

questioning goals

that I can't see coming.

COVID-the nineteen

is blocking my judgement,

is blocking the privilege

of enjoying an employment.

Work from home jobs

are strongly advertised,

checking the requirements

leave my hope dry.

Is not only English

you gotta be good at,

an IT professional

is what they are looking for,

a specialist in marketing

is what they are looking for...

What chances do I have

if there is zero podium

for my art, my writings

and the profession I studied?

The profession of helping troubled minds,

the profession that help build up a shine.

What chances do I have?

In all darkness, holding on a spark

I agree to withdraw my pessimism

and give my self a chance,

a chance to keep me going.

That's a start!

AGAIN AND AGAIN...

Often, I wonder

if what was before

could have still last longer.

Some feelings I had

are only bland memories,

others are reminiscence,

they are lost boats,

under thunderclouds,

near to be, among coral banks:

deep sea skeletons.

Wondering left me answering to my self, the dilemmas that I couldn't and can't explain.

Again and again...

Often, I wonder.

THIS NIGHT

In this night

I miss going back to the simple times

of when I was a kid

and Santa was for real.

Pleasure is to remember

playing in a park,

not worrying about adult problems

and the danger of a world war.

I miss going back

to the simple times

where I ate breakfast,

wile only worrying about school.

It would be cool,

good enough

to be a kid,

think like a kid.

It would be good

to enjoy the now,

blow off candles

and never grow.

A SPECIAL PLACE

A rainfall dropped this day,

the clouds invaded the sky

all along slow hours

that were hiding the sun face.

In a special place

I made my self a space

where there is a star

with a warmth presence

that degrade the ponderous

darkness of a hollow heart.

From the star echoed a living laugh,

and from it an expanding light,

with a determination

that stopped the rainfall of the day,

with a strength that divided the dark clouds

that were hiding the sun face,

with a courage that brought back

a mesmerizing sunshine to the surface,

with cardinal directions of blaze.

WITH SOMEONE OR ALONE

I am walking,

I am walking backward.

Furthermore, I turn around and there is nothing

but a desert of sand with growing dunes

and shadows wondering.

A nostalgia strikes my peace,

my heart cringe,

a mirage steal

the nostalgic heartache

I sense,

I feel.

What is that in my way?

Is a flower abundant in beauty?

I could take care of it!

I once took care of her...

Likewise, I once had a flower.

I was a gardener,

now I am a traveler.

I am now leaving

the flower, bittersweet for my soul.

I am now walking to the sea,

to swim and rest in a paradise island;

healing my wounds.

I am now walking.

My final destination

I will enjoy,

with someone or alone.

My smile I share,

and that smile I own.

TOUCHING BOTTOM

Certainly, there is nothing certain,

only the ultimate fact

that what blooms, become withered

and ultimately a pack of dust in the ground.

Is a fatality I described,

not the ecstasy of feeling the green, green grass

barefoot, and with the sensitivity of the hands.

Focus on silence,

and step back with slow steps,

into those times you felt the utmost pain

of your life, and cried.

Pay attention to silence,

and get back to where you are,

into the current course of your thoughts,

flowing to sure shores.

Certainly, there is nothing certain,

and not one of us stands a chance

against the wild waves

that burst continuously

against our breakable souls.

That's the ecstasy of living,

of touching bottom,

of feeling whole.

FOLLOW YOUR BEAT

Make up your mind, I have something in mind: #2beclosetoyou. I know you got your plans

and that your words are the very truth.

We were together,

now we are apart

and it seems miles has little to do.

I'm clueless with what the future holds

and is clear you want to be left alone.

Your choice is a free bird. I refuse to be its cage.

Follow your beat, love,

follow the beat you yearn.

While I am still breathing,

if you look for me

I will be there,

there for you, love; although

I don't know...

If it will be too late,

If it will be a twilight.

I don't know...

If the glow we ignite at first

will recall our souls.

THE LIBERTY I AM LONGING

With my laptop I travel around the world,

typing words in a browser.

In its virtual space I haven't found

the liberty I am longing.

Yes, I found a glare in my wonder-wall eyes,

yes, I was fooled by the soon promise

of looking at them, fading and blooming beside mines.

I don't regret finding in a causality the wonder I desire.

I'm going to disconnect soon

and value the green leaves of the trees;

those greens, also those wilted leaves,

near to drop into where they came from.

I'm going to go outside,

be part of a grain of sand,

been like an ant

backing a leaf to its colony,

getting a job done.

I am going to walk my way,

having a question mark projected in scattered clouds.

However, whenever, I am going after a sun.

ZERO

There is zero to say, Having reasons to blame, on... If I say, I am dead, Silenced, Broken, Helpless, With chains. If I say, I am nobody, Perishing in solitary! If I scream, freedom! Anguish will not disturb, Thus, the injustice

Is going to dust!

THE POKER GAMES

You know better, or at least you should know.

This is not about you; your parties, your thrones.

This is the manifestation of a bomb:

A Molotov, a Molotov exploding in streets

with angry citizens, demanding justice to the hostiles,

to the ones who made the first shot,

Bam, bam, bam!

From the right, the left and the center.

Things are baking hot,

and the representatives of the mentioned directions

call it: a poker game.

They're expecting a gain

won with a Royal Flush,

an A, K, Q, J, 10.

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