i been writing

Dulzura de Sangre

Have your cake and eat it too

Until you blue with frosting

Dripping off face and windshield

Tell us how the wind feels like

Broken sky

Unify past present and future

Take a few moments to gather

Yourself and get in proper position

Each confession more

Painful and stressful than

Previous paragraph

Pass through so many clouds

Life was constantly overcast

Storm significant

How small are you next to a stoic century

How times have made man

Which man made time

Enough for you to visit

Invisible yous huddled low

Frantically burning at the end

Of the bench after practicing dribbling

Don’t ever feel mediocre

Look out for rainbow sprinkles

Dancing over your memories

Heard the trees sing all day

With the seasons’ shift in the air

Walked around myself

Because time travel is never easy

Actually I did plenty

Remember every snow shower

And thunder up and down the Lane

Almost a Bronx River

But no Johnny pump could produce

This deluge cutting

Down all the original foliage

Feels like there’s no place to play

Planes streak smoke

Across sharp cielo

If you fly while you stunt

Impossible to lay low

Colors will identify quickly

Better to move like a ghost

Evaporate swiftly

Squirrels forcing you back on point

Harder to remember your path

See young ones forgetting todays lessons

Faster than you could speak

So confused hesitate before they reach

Even to eat next meal

May not be promised

Hungry not too much

Leave some room for knowledge

Courage to share with confident others

Only sense hatred with sisters and brothers

There I am right in the middle

Trying to break up an everlasting fight

I tell them to find your voice

However scared they are

And scream as loud as you can

Learn your words

And just dive into that cold pool

Splish splash

Next cry for air in deep water

In the game movements

Must be precise enough

For you to score safely

Without any verbal crutch

Or emotional hiccups

Internal pursuit of hidden language

Mixed with everyday panic

Making harassment regular

Another competitor

Throwing soul through microphone

To let the world understand his depression

Throwing peanuts

At the sad elephant

Tragic clown

Don’t pass down any of your anguish

Hope next generation

Will never be troubled

I started writing

In front of two way

Truthful peacock mirror

Allowing you to see a future

Couldn’t be any clearer

Except blink

Fast forward

Right here

Tomorrow nearer