Jay Aguiniga

Kids these days miss so much
Remember life's soft touch?
Sticks and stones,
John Wayne and Jesse James.
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Old man winter releases one last breath,
bitter March winds, leaving me so cold.
Null bare branches move on the orchard tree
Lifeless to the eye, but like the soul, the source is life.
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Drowning and trying to suppress
a past, so long ago.
The burn smothers,
my most inner immortal shine.
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The other night I read a poem from a poet
who spoke of colors of the soul.
Well that poem spoke so loudy
I realized right then... mine is the color of coal.
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The fragrance, in the air
Is the scent of a tropical candle, breeze.
Swinging is the bag of Gap.
Your happiness is the gap,
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A man believes he has vision,
Until a woman blinds him with her beauty.
A man believes he can't be touched,
Until a woman touches his soul.
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Under the pine tree, the soft autumn breeze,
In the air the fragrance lingers of a beautiful day,
And the changing of colors, that just blows me away...
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In the distance of my mind,
I watch him holdin you.
I'm thinking and wishin
The dreams I have would come true.
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I Watch the evening news,
Murder and stock market blues.
Congressmen making broken promises,
Constitutional changing,
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I sit watching the white people enjoying their morning rituals,
Smiles spread across the faces,
like the wind spreads across the wild grassed habitual.
There was a time before anyone cared about time,
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My love has no time limits,
You darling are the fabric of space and time
That keeps my heart together.
If a person expresses their love and no one is around to feel it,
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'Mine ear is open, and my heart prepared:
The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold:
Say, is my kingdom lost? '
-Shakespeare
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I would walk a thousand miles...
for one of your beautiful smiles.
Climb the highest mountain I could find...
just to say I love you... time after time.
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It was just yesterday
I used to dream about tomorrow.
Now the past seems so far away,
Now transformed, streamlining a Camaro.
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When I look at a bird in a tree......I see life first hand.
When I look at a tree in meadow..............I see the portrait of pure beauty.
When I look at a meadow on the mountain...........I see the pillar’s of strength.
When I look from a top this mountain on Earth.........I see the meaning of awe.
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My darling missus
Loves her chocolate kisses.
Watching, she provocatively
Undresses the foil,
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A dream?
The perfect portrait
Etched in my mind.
A mirrored reflection
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Pouring rain, drizzling down the window,
My life reflected in this café’ glass
One huge jig saw puzzle.
The pieces once fit,
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In the air everyone feels the depression.
Stocks disintegrating and unease of recession
Our Nation mildews while in submission.
Every family untouched from economic tension.
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Click clack Click Clack Owwh Owwh
The demons surround me,
Click clack Click Clack Owwh Owwh
Beating drums, dancing,
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