Care for me and keep me safe
And I will do the same for you.
My time with you is forever,
All stands still with you.
I keep hoping it will change
But into what
Unto an age
Where the timing is off
And worlds can collide
Tormented by truth
That won’t be denied
Where do we go from here…
Now that all of the children are growin…
Ballad for the lost poet ©
BY: Hector A. Encinas
a prisoner to the thought. ©
Poem By: Hector A. Encinas
The flood rises higher
i’m struggling to breathe
But I’m sinking too fast to swim
What’s wrong with the world today?
What drives my insides to ignite?
You got time?
cause check it
the 90’s brought me in to a place where within the ideals of a materialistic society, lied …
I once loved you, but it ended when I kept loving you even more.
I was halfway out the back door when I heard a voice’s call,
It was you that said my name to make me feel seven feet tall.
A simple man was I that thought I had no friends to notice me,
But you to…
Meet me at the horizon
Where dark and light eventually kiss
Hold my shaking hand
So I can now relax, and let go the fist.
Hold me in the darkness
Your warmth surrounds me and I smile
You are so wonderful as you lay next to me and look into my eyes,
Those beautiful words that describe me with your kisses that don’t lie.
They tell me that I am yours and you are mine from this m…
I always knew you would walk away once you found a younger man,
One that lies about the way you look, cook, snoop and uses a rent-a-can.
From the first day we met you pretended that I was the last one …
Hope is something you have
Love is something you share
I like to think in
we’ll all find someone we
take photos with and
lie exclusively with
we’d been planted to…
but they always have
spitting down the tip of their spine,
waiting for the seconds after your silhouette
fills the door frame
Do you know something
About having no control and being raped by life…in a very destructive manner until there is nothing left but sadness, illness, and death.
….I am as strong as nevermore
And forever more the tide goes
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The busy night fades to nothing. The cold air rises to body temperature. All I can hear is her soft breath and the little satisfied noise she makes every now and again as my lips press into hers.
I want to thank
and the merciless wind
the sound of the wind and rain
would release its
if he could pray he