Crumbs are Not Love

Nature’s abundant love

We all deserve abundant love

Not the kind that binds you

The type that blinds you

Leaving emptiness and crumbs

We deserve the kind of love

That takes your breath away and breathes

The kind that gives you butterflies

The love that makes you feel seen

Love that understands and feels with you

Intoxicated not confused

Appreciated not abused

They say love hurts

but i don’t think that is true

Crumbs hurt

Abundant love heals and grows


Every Drip Counts

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A drop from the sky

formed into a pond

filled up a lake

that turned into a river

an avalanche of water

that filled up an ocean

a simple drop of water

can add to the oceans

with only one drop

we are never insignificant

every drop counts

The Loudness of Subtly

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Subtle is loud

In the whisper of a storm

The love of a mother

The care of a father

The flight of the hummingbird

The silence in a caring friend

In the bloom of a flower

The growth of a forest

The caress of a lover

Subtle is loud

Impactful Soundless Blast

The Nation’s Rebirth

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through crying

a child is born

through pain

a human can heal

Nourishing minds, and nourishing bodies

absorbed through pores into the depths

of my ancestoral eyelid rains

that dried with every passing day

Into a motionless dry face

slowly facial lines resurface

with uncolonized thoughts

vision moisturized again

On the promise of a new way

Of living in love, peace, abundance, dark and light

as it should have always been

from histories pain

into what our ancestors actually said

was the promise of a new day

Liberation in Words

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in no particular order

different applications

obvious subtle incarnations

morphed into profound destinations

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Endings are Beginnings

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multiple open windows

A closed door

sky scrappers built from the bottom

health is the best price

when illness is ravaging

thankful for life

but only when you die a little

appreciate the light when in darkness

understand darkness can be light

yearn for a past gone for too long

and miss out on the present and future

what is it a loss?

if it was not meant to be?

sometimes endings are beginnings

multiple open windows

guide you to the open door

waiting just for you

Reciprocal Vibes

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Give a seed water, a plant blooms

Give a child love, a heart soothes

Give a kind touch, a person heals

Give understanding, someone feels seen

No words necessary

Emotional erosion

Of unhealed wounds & pain

Turned into abundant love

Not a word was said

Our Past is Wise When We Learn to See


What is regression?

can be progression

shocking impression

perhaps realization

self retaliation

searching obsession

future creation

in the past we see the future

patterns, words, sentences, verse

in the present we learn from the past

analyze, memorize, intellectualize

regression turns to


when we learn

from our regressions

Story of a Flower

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What is a flower

start from a bud

from a tiny little seed

that grows when you feed

no need for greed

a simple flower flourished

cared, watered, nourished

the pedals feathered

multicolored weathered

storms, rains, winds, and hail

the tiny plant prevail

from a seed, bud, plant, flower

photosynthesis bloom

Organized Chaos :) Journey Through The Mind of a Writer

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Debths are levels

Levels can be devils

Devils might be rebels

Perhaps Angels


Permeating thoughts

Developing Plots

Story Line, Paragraph, Block

Cloudy Thoughts

Birthed lead to Clearance

Cathartic Spaces

Divine Places

Rooms in Chaos

Transcend to Melodies, Rhyme, and Flow

The Hands of a writer wrote

The Minds of the author grow

Words of Arte

You may not rise on the third day

We wait until Sunday to look fancy

We wait for our birthdays to celebrate life

We delay gratification

for the perfect destination

We don’t take a risk

for the sake of not being brisk

We don’t say I love you

out of fear of rejection

If today was your last day

would you still wait for the next?

Happy Easter

We may not get a 3rd day to rise

but we get every day to live fully


Mourning Words

Mourning Words

Sadness, depression, obsessions

Sedation, regression, never liberation

Words Can Oppress

The Spirit Impress

Into an empty address

Some people mourn daily

Not realizing, In the blink of an eye

In the breath of inspiration

With purposeful exhalation

Permeation through flesh

In the depths of a word

Submerged Mourning Words

If altered and suffocated

Transformed into Morning Words

Daily Dose

Who you follow may be lost

Lights are blinding

Lights are guiding

Paths are winding

Paths unwinding

Closing doors one after another

Opening doors one right after the other

The blind can see

The ones that can see are blind

The blind can’t see

Moral of the story

Be mindful of who you follow

They may be lost too

We all have been there

Until we find our way through

Familiar Odd Fit

I have always been the odd fit

The stand out belong

The misunderstood accepted

The strange but familiar

The weird that is normal

The unrelatable familiar

The opposite same

The rejected accepted

The uncomfortably comfortable

The almost that made it

The quitter that finished

The brave, courageous, bold, afraid y con ovarios

Misfit Renegade

Who chose to be me

Sometimes you are meant to stand out

Sometimes that is what makes you fit in

Through The Eyes of a Writer

A paper and pen

A type writer and screen

An object or thing

Experience or theme

Are Nothing

Until the emotion is portrayed

The interpretations conveyed

Given birth, life, and air

Through the eyes of the writer

I Don’t Wait, Now I Do

I waited for Spring

To turn into summer

For Summer to Fall

For Fall to Winter

I waited for Winter to Turn into Spring

The Cycle of Waiting

Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

Always Waiting for The Next

Near Perfect Conditions

Filled With Idle, Uncertain, Decisions

I Don’t Wait

Now, I Do

True Love is True

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Love is Unconditional

True Love is Unforgettable

Love is Selfless

True Love can be Selfish

Love is Art

True Love is Malleable

Love is Empathy

True Love is Empathetic

Love is Not Blind

True Love Can See

Love is an Immersive Experience

True Love, Submerged, Without Getting Lost

Love is Love

True Love is Love

One Thought Away

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One thought can make you smile

One thought can make you cry

One thought can make you laugh

One thought can make you sad

One thought can give you pain

One thought can give you pleasure

One thought can give you life

One thought can leave you lifeless

One thought can make you mad

One thought can be powerful

One thought adds up

Be mindful of one thought

The Fallen Feather Builds a Home

The story of a feather

That once lived in a bird

Embedded in the skin

Detaching from its home

The wind blew

The feather flew

Rumored to be unworthy

Fallen off the feather’s home

People passing by

Without even a look

A bird flies, lands, picks up the feather

The feather becomes foundation

The feather builds a home

Your Words Vanished in History’s Truth

Your words

They sting like pros

Stabbing Swords

Legendary Forms

Parasite in my pores

Transformed myself toxic

Poisoned my own existence

Blinding fogs permeated vision

Coping skills

Self destruction, sabotage at will


Transitioned to deflection

No expectation

Utter isolation

Peaceful meditation

Less intimidation

Healed incarnation

Abundant simulation

Your Words vanished

I replaced them with Truths

Judge a Book by It’s Content

Dandelions in the fields

Weeds that help to heal

Some pull and pluck and kill

The plant is a weed

Something too ill

Not knowing the speed

To cure, mend, and feed

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

Judge a book by it’s content

Everything has a purpose and grace

Even in the most forsaken place

The weed thrives, cures, and blooms

History’s Baggage Turned Into Blessings

If your hands are full of hate

You can’t receive peace

If your heart is full of bitterness

You have no room for love

If your mind is full of fear

You can’t think of paths as clear

If you hang on to history’s baggage

You can’t fly into promised lands

Sometimes loosing is not a loss

If you are opening and making room

For what is yet to come

What Weights You Down is Not an Anchor

What weights you down

Is not an anchor

When your hands are full

Your heart is empty

Your brain is blinded

Your intuition sidelined

You can’t receive

If you don’t let go

Of what weights you down

To release

Is to receive, and be freed

Through Dirt You Bloom

The flower bloomed

Because of dirt

Through shit and gloom

Because of hurt

The more dirt some threw

The more the flower grew

Some called it dirt

The flower called it fertilizer

Than went on to Bloom

New Year Absolutionns or Resolutions

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New Year New Me

as if the old me was not me

as if I have to renounce

or never pronounce

what created, molded, taught,

and shaped

who I be

New year resolutions

turned into absolutions

but only if and only

if you actually meet them

I am me

this new year

I’ll be me

next new year, I’ll be me

stronger, wiser, better, faster,

resting, doing, achieving

failing, succeeding

adding subtracting


Not because it’s a new year

Not because it’s a new me

but because I know life changes regardless

there is no pause

no new year needed to change

or stay the same if that works

Attitude of Gratitude

Thankful for the blessings

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The lessons

The messes

The things that molded my surroundings

The things that folded abiding

The experiences turned titanium

The mistakes turned to pages

The beginnings finally ending

My attitude is gratitude

diminished for no one

knowing my worth

because sometimes peace, love, abundance, worth,

is shaped through scorn

Life Happens do Life Anyway

Winter to Spring

Spring to Summer

Summer to Fall

Fall to Spring

Clockwise, Counterclockwise

Seeds Bloom

Seasons Change

Time Flies

Nothing Changes

Everything Changes




Life Happens

Ready or Not


Do Life Anyway and Regardless

Let Them Talk

If you do, someone talks

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if you don’t, someone talks

if you do, someone talks

if you sit, someone talks

if you stand, someone talks

if you are silent, someone talks

if you speak up, someone talks

if you hide, someone talks

if you take up space, someone talks

if you dull, someone talks

if you shine, someone talks

Don’t sit, stay silent, hide, or dull yourself, someone talks

Do stand, speak up, take up space, shine, let them talk

No permission required, unapologetically

Drip or Drop into The Next Year

Drippings of this world

dripping to my core

drip drop drip drop

words flowing through the wind

sights enhancing the air

feelings connecting words

words connecting meanings

meanings connecting signs

signs connecting visions

visions connecting creations

drip drop drip drop

dripping kindness, love, peace, abundance

healing, wealth, wellness

dropping scorns, hate, conflict, scarcity

hurt, ill-fated disease

drip drop drip drop

into the next realm

I choose to release

I choose to receive

Endings are Beginnings

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Death is imminent

but so is birth

failure is part of life

success often follows failure

everything comes to a close

and other doors open

what goes up, must come down

but what goes down, must come up

beginnings have an ending

and endings are beginnings

the ashes that were left in the forest

are fertility for trees to grow

mourn the end, if you must

rise from the fire and begin

that’s life

We are but a moment

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We are but a moment in life

we are born into circumstances

influenced by environments

shaped by words and thoughts

developed by our own beliefs

we morph through life

and if we are wise enough

we learn, accept, and grow abundantly


we are but a moment

granted life on earth

Darkness Blossoms

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When a flower blossoms

it must first grow through dirt

darkness and rain

the environment solemnly nourishing

the surroundings eerily comforting

they are all necessary

without them

the flower would simply

never bloom

embrace the seasons

and blossom

The Spirit of Words

A word is a note

That can write a song

Heal a scar

Mend the broken

Your thoughts are words

Through intentions you speak

What your third eye sees

Your silence can speak

Mind your thoughts

Mind your words

If You Only Knew

If you only knew how brave you are

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you would not bow your head to slander

you would not make pain your normal

you would not silence for comfort

you would not put yourself last

If you only knew how capable you are

you would take on that job

sing that song or dance

you would ask that question

without fear of the answer

If you only knew how much room there is

you would take up space

wish everyone well

you would be abundant and give

you would overflow

but you must know yourself

to know how brave and capable you are

to step into any room and shine

Celebrate Anyway

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when someone is happy

some are happy for them, some are not

some mean well, some are just mean

some congratulate, some discriminate

some wish you the best, some wish at best

when someone is happy, the ones who are sincere

will be happy and cheer

some will pretend, then just wait for you to clear

your job is not to change people, or yourself

your job is to learn the difference

in some

celebrate anyway

Winding Roads


Winding Roads

Keeping scores

sometimes sores

sometimes shallow words

they turn left and right

sometimes dead ends

sometimes one way

the weather affects visibility

for some blinding

but driving through

is like a baby walking

the more you do, the more you can see

through the fog

Gratitude Liberates

Gratitude Permeates

Through the nothing works for me

Or the perception of a “bad day”

It is a sour solemn moment after all

Not a Day

Gratitude Liberates

Through the engulfing of labeled bad streaks

Through the realization of so many peaks reached

You realize it is not breached perception

A descending constipation

But instead a permeable liberation

To appreciate what actually is

Because Gratitude Liberates


Experience or Resilience

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Experience or Resilience

Experience is going through something

Learning the Lesson, Reaping the Blessing

Resilience is overcoming, not undermining

The Struggle

The fact that it was never easy

Be Resilient, but far most important

Learn from the Experience

so you never repeat the pattern of struggle


Life Cycles Until

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I cried, I mourned, I fell, I failed, I bled

until I had nothing left in me

I laughed, I celebrated, I got up, I succeded, I grew, I learned

because I gave myself no other choice

Now I pause, I look up, and I am Thankful

for the lessons, the blessings, the detours, the pathways

the failures, the successes.

Life Cycles, the living rollercoaster

until we become

like modeling clay

not fitting in, simply shape-shifting

Today is All You Have Until Tomorrow

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The past holds history, memories, references, experiences

wisdom, knowledge, information, ancestry

The present becomes the past with each word, interaction, experience,

We create the future in the present with each choice

We refer to the past, to ground our present, and look into the future

You only have today, to reference, to live, experience, and feel,

You only have today to build your own future

Each day, you only have today

What you create is up to you, each day

Permeability of a Moment

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Despair is a moment, not a lifetime

Pain is a moment, not a life sentence

Sadness is fleeing, not meant for permanence

Inability until you are able

to work on your success

your vitality restored

your happiness and joy are permeable

your life is always a moment

you don’t get to choose the moments

you get to choose how long to stay in each

Uncolonizing YourSelf

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I told myself, I was not enough

I needed to lose weight

put makeup on

smile more, be better

much better, until I was good enough

when I was good enough

I had to figure out, good enough, again

again, again and again

be nice, be the bigger person

condition myself to become

what I was told

the magazine told me

if I just do one more thing

I may get there, until the next


my flesh held on to pain

my body pushed down,

emotion, my own voice, what I wanted

beyond the noise, remorse

After experience, life happens; you wake up

to realize, those voices

those thoughts and experiences

were the article, story, image

portrayal, conditioning, molding

shaping of the perfect woman

unrealistic expectations

merely decorations

to achieve the unachievable

until the next publication

I stopped buying and started doing

Now, I hear me, in the silence

The silence I subscribed to says

I am enough, I am awake

without needing validation or approval

I do it for me

I like that magazine subscription

Wisdom Has No Age

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Silver strands woven into my hair

Finally growing into the body I always felt I was

older than my years inside

younger than my peers outside

with curves that called the flesh

and a mind that rejected the thought

of a permanent shallow existence

always older than my years

younger than I needed to look

always enough, but feeling not good enough

It took 48 years of pain, joy, suffering, happiness

anger, forgiveness, rejection, acceptance,

disillusion, honesty, to finally

fully realize, it was social conditioning

In a world of men, women can think too

I was never too loud or too much

I was always more than enough

Now it is your turn

To Hush

A letter on behalf of my Mother to her younger self.