Rose Quartz

rose_quartz_heartTreasure life and live each moment, as if it were the last;smile one second each day- don't live in the past. Hug and give yourself a pat; live, dance, and be free - don't be a door mat. But if no smiles come out; then try a different route. The route to live day by day and moment to moment; the would, the should, the could - not the couldn't. Aim for your dreams to make it happen, as life could pass you by; avoid the dead ends, the blackouts, and pitfalls - just fly. Life can stop without a moment’s notice, a grandfather clock that standstill; But pause for a second and go, go go - climb up that hill. Don't wrap yourself in four walls without smelling the roses; see life through a rose quartz...aim for positive choices.

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Pursuit of Something...

Don't say...pursuit-of-something4I will call you, when you don't. I will text you, when you won't. I will pass by to see you...just from afar. We’ll talk later...cross my heart. Great things will happen to you...just not with me. I will reach you when I get back...couldn’t get to you, I busted my knee. You're cute...but not sexy. You're amazing...but next please. You're nice...but not bad. You're bad and not nice enough...don’t get mad. You're too tall...I can't see the sky. You're too short...I see that cutie over you passing by. You're complicated...simplicity would be sweeter. You're sweet and simple...complexity is not bitter. You're must be a spy. You're mystery – bye, bye! Today you brighten my day...but tomorrow reality will kick in. You make me feel so much better...yet the feeling is not so genuine. I'm concentrating on my studies...I'm just not into you. I'm focused on my’re just not a part of the long-term view. A contradiction of endless anomalies in the pursuit of something; better to say more or shhh...don’t say nothing.

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Feeling so out of place…out of mind, body and soul; too young to roll in the big leagues, too old to play with dolls. More than a quarter of a century has passed; along with the drama and heartache - an improvisational thespian cast.

The frustration of not moving forward…go, go go! Always feeling like it’s in reverse – it truly blows!

Six months has past, a year, two, three, four...well we get the point; but no one tells you that time flies so fast, no advisement, not even a checkpoint.

No this is not your typical inspirational poetry, but an ode to the cymbaltic; a moment for venting, screaming, shouting and all that dark logic.

Save the hugs, the faith, the prayers as life is at a standstill; nothing seems to be progressing, it’s an unbelievable downhill.

And then there is that ‘to hang out with anyone, just to hangout’ mentality; but when deep down inside you’re yearning for stability.

What is age but an idiotic definition of time; a sublime stupidity, an excuse to contest a long hard climb?

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Triumph is in the eye of the beholder -- walking alone is like walking in vain; but with great support and loyalty, you'll meet your dreams and aims.

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Un Poema Para Las Madres...

Una persona única, especial, fundamental; Que trae sonrisas, alegría – más allá del auroral.

Siempre apoyando sin pensar; Nunca pensando de abandonar.

Es la gran persona de nuestras vidas; La número uno, siempre estamos agradecidas.

Nuestras mamas, ¡Qué lindas, que hermosas!

Que dulces… ¡Tan afectuosas!

Feliz día de las Madres a todos y en el extranjero. Con mucho amor sincero y verdadero.

Pensando en las horas…

Son tantos los pensamientos del día, que las horas pasan y todavía hay más que reflexionar.

Reflexiones en un espejo de quien será y no pensando en el que dirán.

Dirigiendo una palabra en ese aire tan frio, para entender y suavizar la locura de la mente.

Una mentalidad casi absurda, lleno de pensamientos e ideas, como un crucigrama, difícil de entender.

Comprenderse, motivarse, y aceptarse es la realidad, que un día tiene veinte-cuatro horas.

Horas que vienen y van como las aguas turbulentas, y tratando de organizar el día – nadando suavemente a través de las corrientes.

Las horas pasan, pero la tranquilidad continua, con un respiro profundo hasta el día siguiente.

The Desert Sphinx...

Walking in the middle of the Sahara desert,without a sight in the horizon.

Drinking but only the drips seen upon layers and layers of silky sweat.

Thinking of where to go and which direction to take, but still walking in this lonely desert.

The sun, so hot and humid hits the skin like a nice summers day in the lovely Jones beach but take away the ocean, the sand, and the people at hand.

Wondering which path to take, which road to follow-- as if there is anything left to swallow.

Run, run!! No where to hide, in this lonely desert, but only your thoughts and dreams and wishes will lead the path.

A stroll, a leap, a skip...a jump...but move forward as your mind is the companion in this riddle; the lovely riddle of the desert Sphinx.

Oh Willow Tree…

Frustration is the name of the game;amidst the dark blue sky and the swaying willow tree.

Running in the open road between the unknown and the unsaid; beyond the shadows and sublime triangle.

Feeling the waters in the sky like hot steam coming off a radiator; to the pressures of the volcanic seven summits.

Seeking, looking, gazing to the introspections of the world; beyond the hour glass, each time ticking by.

Like old father time and its antiquity to the baby new year; new hopes and dreams.

One look above beyond bright lights, moonlight thoughts; the darkness follows, but swallowed by the hollow willow tree.