Ray Quesada Poems

An Angel sleeps next door

on my neighbor's couch
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The souls of many men
have flown away
off to hide in the crisp
wildernesses of the world
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May i eat your laughter

and drink your tears?
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Some children played happily in a tree
and one of them was dangling
from a branch, precariously -
but, with the faith and agility
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Pulled from an eternal nap, we're torn
from sweet serenity - we're born
screaming bloody-murder, and gasping
in the horror, and to our previous life, still clasping.
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A teardrop drips from cheek to chin
a beer drop hits the weakness within
my hollow heart and blankened mind
the bleeding soul
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On the hills thick fog creeps along
the haunted soil of your grave
Ghostly birds sing misty, morning songs
-there's nothing left for you to crave
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I write to light tomorrow's flame
When I am gone and can fight no more
And I fight beside those who are the same
as I - the Freedom Rebels; the caged; the poor
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When you ignore your Heart
all that you do will never be enough
When we don't pay attention
to the wordless thoughts
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When humans have made every discovery
Will we have found ourselves as well?
Or, will we stay lost in our 'Identities',
Self-absorbed and trapped in Hell?
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