Author: AldusC

The reason you talked to help other’s lonely to disappear

You sat at the corner
Seemed like the shadow was your friend
I sat beside you with silence, with sympathy

You kept look at the floor
You only sighed
You kept remind of me
So I talked to you with identity

You seemed like lonely
So I give you a hand quietly
Because I can fill that loneliness with others
Because I know that loneliness
Because I am lonely
I am lonely…..

The Song of Nature

Robins sing their melodious sound,
thunder rumbles the sky and the ground.
Fish swim in oceans peacefully,
flashes of lightning penetrate the sea.
Vast forests where tall trees stand,
venomous serpents hidden beneath the desert sand.
Creatures live together without a fight,
until the day gives way to the darkness of night.
There is a place for every rock, stick, and bird,
where the Song of Nature can be heard.

Gift of Water

Healing the wounds of time,
Washing away the sins of the past.
Showering the lands with a hope of survival,
Flooding the glades and meadows with tears of sorrow.
A connection to the open seas,
A pathway to the endless oceans.
Covering up the lies of humanity,
Clouding the sky and moistening the ground.
Purging the world of pain and suffering,
Cleaving the heavens with the blessing of rain.
A past to discover, a future to decide, a fate to be proven
by the divine gift of water.

Poetry

Every verse is weird to write
nothing I put down sounds right
Poetry urges me to fight
I fight how the dark fights light

I have no muse
I have no news
I have no clues
And I have the blues

I don’t have the composition
Other poets are magicians
I have the ambitions
But nothing comes to fruition

THE GRAND CANYON

“Kaw” goes the canyon birds as they fly over the red-orange horizon
There is nothing in sight except for tumble weeds and bushes on the open terrain
The sound of the wind blowing fills my ears like the music of Joseph Haydn
The bright orange waves of the canyon are something only its gorges can contain

The aroma of Evergreen trees and dry grass floods your nose
Battered mules carry exhausted hikers up the canyon trail
The faded native art looks like its colors were washed down with a hose
The moonlight covers the canyon’s colors in its veil

Una Noche Buena en México

Es la Noche Buena pero yo no veo
lo que normalmente veo.
En vez de las estrellas
veo millones de personas
con una vida,
las luces de sus espíritus brillantes.

En vez de la oscuridad de la noche
veo los problemas
que las luces arreglan
cada día de su vida.

Las estrellas son como los humanos
son luces que nacen,
viven y mueren.
Tienen una vida.
A veces una vida fugaz.

En vez de estrellas fugaces
veo los sentimientos de las luces.
En vez de la luna
veo honestidad, esperanza
y verdad.

Hoy es la Noche Buena
la noche de ver más allá
que solo el cielo de la noche.
Más allá de las estrellas,
es el tiempo de ver la verdad
que es lo que mas importa.

Tyranny

Depression is a tyrant
Always taking
Never giving
No release from its powerful jaws
No escape from its heated intensity
Taking over MY body
Making choices for me
Stabbing my heart, head and being
Gaining power
Gaining strength
Depression is a soul sucking leech
In the movies good usually wins
But the world isn’t a movie
Depression always wins
Because
Depression is a tyrant
Always…
Taking…
Never….
Giving…

Now

I used to feel like life was a race
And everyone else was moving forward
But I couldn’t even open my eyes to see how far behind I was

Now,
I belt out song lyrics with my friends
I find the joy in little things like arcade games and stolen smiles
Now, I allow myself to have good experiences

I am so much more than what I was
So much more than I used to be
I am now