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.

SOLDIER, BE GAY

You are the hero
You have the courage to defend your country
You responded to the call, once again
With valor you said goodbye to the loved ones
They saw you depart one more time
High hopes to see you back home soon, in no time
And then you crossed the great sea, soldier of this misfortune
To fight for what you thought was right in a strange land
You saw brothers die next to you
You tasted blood from wounded bodies screaming help
Once and again you thought what you did was right
But then it was not enough and you have to go back
Old sad scenes repeating themselves
Wide hands caressing eyes wet with pain
Weird faces with deep marks saying why
Why again, and then . . . you, still quiet, please don’t tell
With the burning desire to change it all
To scream out loud who you want to be
To get rid of the weight, your time is way over due
You don’t need to be there, somebody awaits
Tired of hate, hungry for love
One simple phrase could change it all.
You should tell, true or false
If you say you’re gay, they would let you go
Then you might have accomplished what you were there for
You decide the time when you’re ready
Do tell, they don’t need to ask
True or false to the killing machines
For whom is it more embarrassing to have you enlisted -- someone who loves
And your heart would tell you: You did it right
Say goodbye to the war, hello to love
Say: “I am gay and I am telling”
Straight, gay, be transformed
The new reality can’t hurt you more
Than covering your feeling just to make war
You know your brother, your friend will be thankful
That you, straight man, were the one to tell them all
True or false who cares anymore
If someones courage is measured for the ones they love
You have seen the horrors, heads and guns
And you felt that explosion very close
Our flag should protect you no matter what
When you’re risking all to defend our lives
You soldier, go and tell them, tell them all
Straight or gay who cares, you want to go home.

ALMOST A DREAM

My eyes very open and still
Thinking I just had a dream
And you are here nearby
Looking at me very deep inside
I hang loose in the darkness of your eyes
Caressing the freshness of your skin
Breathing the aromas of your being
And you are here nearby
Holding me tight by my heart
Taking my soul and making me live
I think it’s a dream but it’s not
And you are here nearby
When I open my eyes, there you are
With a big smile ear to ear
You are telling me all with a glance
Your heart is open wide just like mine
The silence is filled of sweet melodies
And our lives blend together year by year
And you are here nearby
My eyes are very open and still
Thinking I just had a dream
What have I done to deserve this love
What magical strings have been pulled
Who opened the window to let the sunshine in
Caress me I don’t care
You are here.

Mr. President: Fire Congress!

If we, The United States of America were a corporation, We the People, the board of directors, and the President our CEO, would have the right To tell him he has to make some cuts in the budget.

We all know, because at any given time we were there, that when that happens, the big salaried employees are very often the first to get considered for a layoff; and those employees with those big salaries who got very comfortable and work around the system just to get paid anyway, would be the first ones to go.

I propose that, as We the People, the board of directors of this country who have almost lost our voice and vote with our Senate, ask our CEO to consider the following:

That same group of worthless bureaucrats that won’t hesitate to text during meetings with our CEO’s, or to yawn and look at their watches, who wanted to go home and not be there, or not get enthusiastic enough with proposals of change just to piss off their opponents think that everything should stay as it is, at least for them to bide time just to get to the time they retire or die, or the over enthusiastic, who just wants to show support to look good in front of the CEO but whose goal is exactly the same as his opponent: THIS GROUP SHOULD GET FIRED!

That same group who supports an idea introduced by our providers (AKA lobbyists) and suddenly gets rich or become overly influential in certain areas of our economy, our development, our communications, our security, and our environment, those who seemingly support our CEO and those who don’t: THIS GROUP SHOULD GET FIRED!

That same group that during all these years have become so confident with their offices, getting there when they want, leaving when they please, do nothing in between just waiting for the next promotion (or election): THIS GROUP SHOULD GET FIRED!

See Mr CEO, if you just consider these factors and the fact that the entire SENATE would qualify for this action in one way or another: THIS GROUP SHOULD GET FIRED!

I propose that, as We the People, the board of directors of the United States of America, request our CEO, demand our CEO to fire the incompetent, the lazy, the opportunistic, those that hamper, those that hinder, we Motion for a Dismissal of the entire Congress.

To the President of these United States, Mr. Barak Obama: We demand that you fire Congress!