Death
March 1st, 2007 (Poetry)Breathing
You breathe on me the breath that sustains life.
Inhale. I come back for more.
I come to you – alone I come.
Exhale. All that is built up inside of me I pour out.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Faster and faster my breath comes like the pounding of fists on my chest.
The more I try to control it, the less control I have.
A constant back and forth of emotional manipulation.
It is too much for me to control on my own.
Terminate this life I now know.
Control me Jesus.
Complexity
March 1st, 2007 (Poetry)If only I understood the complexity of Your mind.
If only I knew that You had a mind like us.
It would be easier to put You on my level.
To see You as a friend…a lover.
But You are so much more than me.
You are so much more complex that You are beyond being complex.
And yet You still came down to my level.
You still want to be my best friend.
Even after all those times I harassed You.
I abused You with words and actions.
You offered me nothing but forgiveness.
And a never-failing love.
11 Pesos
November 30th, 1999 (Poetry)Got up this morning To the sound of sirens
To my left are my fifteen brothers
By brothers I mean others from Mexico
We’ve lived together these four years
In this tiny apartment complex
But we don’t care because we make…
Chorus:
Eleven. Eleven. Eleven. Pesos to each dollar we make
Eleven. Eleven. Eleven. Those pesos add up so fast.
They will make us kings when we travel back to Mexico.
Yesterday I cut my hand
On three knives as I was washing the dishes
Rob got his toe sliced off by…
