Back Again
Why am I such a lokoton and how come I can’t ever learn
Maybe it’s karma, for all the bridges that I have burned.
But whatever the reasons, I must still do my time
For I was found guilty, of yet another crime.
I picked up that spike in hopes of having fun
I ended up in prison when it was all said and done.
Maybe this addiction is far worse than I thought,
I’m wearing silver bracelets every time I get caught.
But it gives me a chance to get back on my feet
And have a better shot at life when I’m out on the street.
But until that day happens, I’ll go with the grain.
I know its causing my family a lot of unwanted pain.
That’s the main thing that makes me want to stop;
This life of a criminal, always running from the cops.
I hate the fact that I’m the one they all worry about
And when I get the chance, I’ll try harder just to stay out.
I know it looks like I kind of enjoy coming back here;
To tell you the truth I hate this shit, year after year.
At the end of my tunnel I can still see a little light;
Hopefully this is the last obstacle I’ll have to fight.
I’ll never give up, because I am strong, with a lot of heart;
I know for a fact that I have one more start.
To all and everyone who doesn’t want to believe or trust
I promise to do really do whatever I must.
DILEMMA
I’m in a trance, a daze of pure nothingness,
Stuck in a place that’s present and also in the past,
Looking at myself with uncertainty,
Doubting my every move.
“What am I supposed to do,”
Is the question I ask myself.
Is this the path, the right path?
Think. Think. Think!
I seem to have answers to everything
But to this question I don’t.
I have people counting on me.
They think I can do it, which brings more confusion
… to my dilemma.
Ricardo M.
THIS VATO DON'T CRY
How many years have passed since I allowed myself to cry?
I must have been a small child when a tear last fell from my eye.
It was much simpler back then I think.
My tears were never wiped or dried because, as a mere little guy, I had nothing to hide.
Yes, but the present is very different, and emotions are barricaded by foolish pride.
Yes, a tear - the meaning is beyond thought.
Emotional simplicity, how violently it's fought.
To be able to shed a tear, I'd gladly give an arm and leg.
Yes, but that's only inner thinking because I'm much too proud to beg.
Maybe, just maybe, when the time comes someone will be there to catch me when I fall,
Because if I have to continue life this way
I may not wish to continue at all!
Artie
"Just my Imagination"
MATERIALS USED: Oil pastel, oil based colored pencils, watercolor on a 15 x 20 inch cold press surfaced illustration board.
PAINTING SIGNIFICANCE: "I imagine, therefore I belong and am free” quote by: Lawrence Durrell, Justine (1957).
"Just my Imagination closeup view "
NO LONGER A MYSTERY?
What if
Everything
We have been waiting for
Is here
In us,
All around,
Like the air we breathe,
Only we’ve been too blind to see,
To realize
Life is what it is,
No longer a mystery
A hidden paradise up in the skies
Far from our reach?
What if
One fine day
This realization suddenly comes to you?
What then?
