OPEN YOUR EYES

Open your eyes like a newborn does
Discovering everything, all around us
Open your eyes and look right ahead
A brilliant future ahead of you waits
But have your eyes wide open
When stopping at the crossroads and choose wisely
Because the light expects those with open minds, move forward
Darkness will get those who refuse the knowledge, don’t stop
Open your eyes and you will see
There is no religion, no human authority
Your guide will come just from within
No sacred scripture, no eminent law
With misinterpretations to tell you no
Your are capable of all, just look up front
Open your eyes and don’t look behind
For there is the baggage and the heavy weight
Those who don’t want to understand
Humans stuck in the old ways
Believing they know what’s right and what’s wrong
Waisting your time in established rules
Don’t look back, you can’t change past nor people
But you can forge a bright future for yourself
Open your eyes and watch your sides
Be a dove, be a snake
At your right you might have some friends
Who don’t want to see you hurt
By the dark side of your enemies
But you also might have at your right
The most square minded companions
Who thinking doing good won’t liberate your soul
They will try to pick your brain
To convert you and at the end
Will you just accomplish to be one more slave
Going nowhere but in reverse
Beware of their hands
Open your eyes and watch your sides
Be a dove, be a snake
Because at your left your might have some friends
That will walk with you all the way to the end
But those who can also block your view
From what is true, from what is real
Those who converge to fight for what’s right
Using mistaken ways, decomposing souls as the go
Ignoring life’s only purpose
For which they feel aversion and displeasure
Taking you on a detour
And transform you into what you are not to be
Going nowhere but in reverse
beware of their hands, too
Open your eyes as a wise man does
Great wisdom and pure soul
Smile from ear to ear, life is short
Open your eyes and you will see
The truth is inside you
Be selective and follow your heart
Use your brain well in the interactions’ art
Open your eyes my friend and be
All paradise is right there in front of you
Your entire future for you to see.

CURVES

What’s special about your curves?
What gets into me when I see you approaching
With all your curves in harmonious movement?
I can’t stare at you
The beauty of your curves forces me to look down for a moment
Embarrassed of my own reaction
Tilting up like a photographer
Trying to focus without blinking
Searching for the right spot
There is not one I feel
My gear won’t stop and your curves accelerate me
Up even more, passing the point of no return
I can see why men get lost
You are all beauty
I can feel the softness of your curves without even touching you
Your rounds ends, your slippery corners
The more desirables angles of pleasure
And then I finally go up and see
The sculpture enhanced by the curves in the middle
Your gracious motions accentuating your sex appeal
It is why men get lost in your prairie
Intentionally trying all kinds of tricks
Trying to conquer the territory they admire and failing
And traveling your curves with their lascivious way
So brutal they might miss the next best spot
The great big curve before your hills
That amazing spot that trembles with a simple touch
That amazing spot that can make men shiver
And the softness still soft has now changed
The erect hills ahead getting higher
Softer round sweet milky curves
And your body now curves backwards with pleasure
Unveiling more curves for men to discover
And the silk over the curves sways
Side to side within a planned movement
You know what will happen
When uncovering all
So you don’t and won’t let them see
The altitude where men can’t control temptation
And lips can work marvels
More bright curves now with precise light
Seducing your prey, contouring your figure even more
Increasing the number of your curves
Allurement, incitement, glorious curves . . . all of them.

NINETEEN

And the sun will still rise on the horizon
A sunrise without you
The beginning of a new year without me
But still, if we really look . . . carefully
There we are, holding hands on your birthday
You, handsome as always
With your bright young smile, looking at me
And I will kiss you softly and caress your skin . . . 
You, my little Prince of Persia
See the golden sun and its portrait on the sand
Highs  and downs, orange and browns
No footprints ahead
Because there we go into uncharted territory
To celebrate life at its fullest
Keep smiling for me
My little prince of Persia
No matter what, I will be there
Look at that desert in front of you
A whole life unexplored
And in each grain of sand
You will find a new surprise
Touch it, and all that sand can be yours
With its warmth
With its roughness
With its ever changing dunes
With all its colors
And watch it change as the day changes
Color by color
Hour by hour
And your life will change with it
And every other birthday
Once again in its presence
Either Sahara or Florida
A desert or the beach
All that sand will still be there
All under your feet 
All for you to enjoy
And tomorrow will come
When once again 
With sand between your toes
You will remember this day
When at nineteen
And holding hands with me
We celebrated with all the joy
Your first birthday together.

HOLDING HANDS

And there we were
Walking the sunset
Sunny beach, holding hands
The breaking of the water close to our feet
The only sound we could hear
As a background of the thumping of our own old hearts
Going rhythmically in perfect harmony
Your walking getting slower, so mine
Over the years we learned to keep each other pace
We breathe deeply, feeling our wet warm hands
Pressing softly against each other
I knew you were smiling
I didn’t need to look
You know I was enjoying the moment
Like I always did over all the years together
It was the sunset, not theirs, just ours
Our bodies just precariously responding
We didn’t care
We were feeling as we felt the first time
Google-eye, falling in love
The memories were bridges and not barriers
The memories were triumphs not failures
We did learn from our mistakes, our breakdowns
We learned how to celebrate life, and there we were
Year after year and with a smile
Being thankful of life for having met
Those were odd times, but we are here
Still holding hands, still walking together
Still smiling just knowing that the other does
When each other’s presence is good enough
To keep us going through life
And do just that . . .
Smile and keep walking
Holding hands.

2012

Please God, be selective
When December comes, few days short from Jesus birthday
We know we are too many
We know we have done wrong
We know we have been destructive
But please God, be selective
Only get rid of the evil in this world
The bad of us who never cared about their neighbor
Just those between us
That won’t hesitate to kill
To carry arms where ever we go
If it wasn’t for the law that would prosecute them
Please God, only get rid of these awful ones
But also look at those who in action or desire
Envy or as a joke
Wanted valuables from their neighbors
Their brothers or any others
Include these on your list
Please God, only get rid of these awful ones
And if you look a little further
Please include those who are against America
And to be politically correct
Also those who are in their favor
And to complete the list
All those who can’t decide
Please God, only get rid of these awful ones
And talking about awfulness
Please get rid of the ugly
Those who are an insult to your creation
Please God, only get rid of these awful ones
And when you choose from all creation
Please get rid of the immoral
The abusive, the corrupt, the thieves
Those who won’t hesitate to still
Neither my writing, my music, my creation
Just for their own entertainment
Please God, only get rid of these awful ones
And get rid of the politicians
All those who won’t hesitate
To dirty their hands with illegal business
Those who lie to their countries
Just to satisfy their gluttony
Their lust, their greed
So get rid of the Republicans
The Democrats and those who seem to be in between
Please God, only get rid of these awful ones
And last but not least
Oh please God to complete your task
Get rid of all the racists in the world
And also the blacks, the reds the yellows and especially the whites
Please God, only get rid of these awful ones
And I think, after you finish with your clean up
The rest of us in your wonderful creation
Those who would last from the animal kingdom
Will take care of this world as it is supposed to be
And all can start anew.

YOUR SKIN

Goosebumps they call them
Electric reactions to my touch
Velvet that erupts with pleasure
Almost with magical sound if you could hear it
Soft, tense and flexible at once
Only one and so different
Sometimes cold, mostly warm and eventually wet
Delicious smells as I go through it
Rose, Lilies, Jasmine, Lavender . . .
And the reaction is the same
Touch it where I touch it
Caressing all over
Feeling you . . . feeling me
Letting me do it once more
Up and down all over
And the portrait is perfect, my Mona Lisa
I know your desires when you lay down and wait
For my hand to do the trick
My lips to follow suit
My tongue to finish it
I know your desires
Oh, beautiful skin of my dreams
Your contractions are a call to action
Your softness a do not stop sign
Your smells the antidote that haunted me
Bewitched I am with your charm
Your spell on me is a giant
That ties my heart to yours
Immobilizes my judgment
There is no prudence, no wisdom
I become insane with passion
And I can’t stop caressing you
Goosebumps they call them
I have no name for is your skin
That has mute my reasoning
It is your skin at my fingertips
When closing my eyes still thinking of you
I name your name
I close my eyes and I court you
And pretending you’re there
Until I fall asleep I touch with ecstacy your beautiful skin.

YOUR LIPS

I can’t resist looking at them
Perfect and sensual lines
Up and down fast curve and again
But the other way around
And if I look under they expand
Turning up on both sides
Like a happy boat full of strawberries
That sails through my heart like an arrow
And then the separation
Shiny, pure white force which devours me
Just like that, and I melt
And then they open more to me
Wet red, pink, soft, delicious
Looking at them getting closer I tremble
The excitement of their heat getting close to mine
And we look at each other
Like we haven’t seen each other before
Holding each other like the lovers we are
Caressing our sacred places, and finally
Releasing the breath that will make them feel close enough
To ignite even more the passion of our first kiss
And then I feel them for the very first time
Touching mine with such tenderness
As only love can bring
And we become glued to one another
Turning and experimenting
Feeling of each corner, each curve of passion
We decide to open our eyes
Finally separating them
Showing each one a big smile full of pleasure
Such pleasure that turns your lips even more red.