Run to me

Dear child,
why you run from me?
why you persist on figuring things out by yourself?
when you know you can't keep living life this way
Do you really think that living is 
to make yourself numb?
I've made the juicy fruits so you'll taste all the richness of it
I've made the trees and their shadows so you'll experience 
their freshness in the summer sun


You live as if you were in surgery
living off anesthesia 
dulling the pain for a moment but doing nothing to cure it


Let me be that cold soothing water on a hot desert day
Let me be your moon on those dark somber nights 


Dear child, 
I have nothing against you running
but run to me
not from me.
Run to me. 




Isaiah 42: 1-4
"He won't brush aside the bruised and the hurt 
   and he won't disregard the small and insignificant,
   but he'll steadily and firmly set things right.
He won't tire out and quit."

Farmer and Customer

My neighbor rips all my pretty, smiling flowers
from my hard labored yard
With his dazzling teeth, 
just like sun, 
he blinds them,
hypnotizing them into his cage
Once they have crossed the line things go bad
There are no more pretty flowers to smile at me at sunrise,
but muddy traces
traces with dirty holes
this happens at least four times a year
yet i can't stop planting flowers for my neighbor
For i am a farmer
A farmer plants for others to eat off his product
I labor hard and neighbor is my customer.
I give him a finished product and he pays me
pays me with negative numbers
I am a farmer,
and always will be,
till it kills me.
There's no other destiny. 

mi pianista

your lips go and go through my mind

they whisper gentle tunes into my skin

vibrato's that you play like a pianist

one touch and it goes

like waves carrying all the force with them 

spreading it all evenly throughout my body 

searching every inch 

making everything feel special

i grab your hand

and kiss it just between your thumb and index finger

you don't have to play the piano every time we meet

for my dear you are my pianist.