Spirit Recovered

Hidden behind the
smiles a heart is
broken
a spirit is
wounded a
soul is dying.

Hidden behind the
laughter a cry is
projecting
many tears are
falling a
will is shattered.

Hidden behind the
wind a touch is
applied
a pain is
reduced a
hug is given.

Hidden within that
breeze a feeling is
outpoured
a smile is
returned a
heart is restored.

Hidden within that
heart a tingle is
felt
a blush is
visible a
love is re-ignited.

Hidden within that
love a cry is
extolled
an eagle now
soars a
soul is reborn.

~Miguel

Merry Monday!

Not really caring for
Mondays most around
me actually detest them
thinking that Fridays are
like Judy Garland’s end of
the rainbow.

Do not get me wrong
weekends are great putting
my mind into
notes of a song whose
lyrics are a much more
tranquilized state.

Fridays even Saturdays and
Sundays can be rainy
with temperatures low and
winds downright cold while a Monday
can be a nicer day breaking a gloomy
weather mold.

Mondays can offer
brighter smiles than the
stress carried until the
week’s end because sometimes the
weekend’s happiness is a state we
only pretend.

~Miguel

Feelings Inside

My heart is
wired with indecision
to beat
complete
with clear focused
vision.

My mind is
troubled with anxiety
about the
future
of our great
society.

My eyes are
open without hesitation
as sunlight
guides
me toward greater
salvation.

My ears are
ringing with transmissions
of the
multitude
of commuters eliciting
emissions.

My voice is
sounding the call
to pride
hoping
listeners will not
hide.

My soul is
wishing for projection
of enlightening
toward
others who desire
brightening.

~Miguel

Keep On Running!

They ran for the
day a beautiful
day that each would
remember
long after it had past.

It was a “run of their
lives” but then a “run for their
lives” as the day so
beautiful
turned to dark sorrows.

Those near the finish
line lent out a life
line to help the
injured
find safety and shelter.

A race that was a
pressure cooker stopped by a
pressure cooker constructed by a
coward
who wanted attention.

As the three are
remembered and the events
remembered may they find
who
tarnished this day forever.

But Boston will
recover just as New York did
recover and will rise again
celebrating
Patriot Day with pride.

Run again
Boston cheer again
Boston your joys let us
hear
again and again Boston!

~Miguel

Desires Realized

He woke up after
a beautiful night
he woke up lying
with love on his back
holding him tight
massaging his skin
with supple round nipples
and a hard ripped belly.

Two loves lying
attached as the morning
breaks taking in the
narrow beams of
sunlight peering through
the blinds and shade
slats that ensured privacy from
the city lights the night before.

Hours before within
the private darkness his
love stripping him down
after hours in the clubs
laying him flat upon the
bed they would share running
fingers through the thick
fluffy hair on his chest and his belly.

Then began the tickling
of his every inch from
his underarms down through
his ribs and further
to his toes while in
their private darkness he
screamed out a song of
joyful release only they heard.

Two lovers lying quiet
slowly inhaling and
exhaling in syncopated
ecstasy while their hearts beat
as one bodily connection
and their souls meld together
into one single reflection of
amorous desire and profound affection.

~Miguel

Tragic Trust

Why do people
depend on other
people
when it is obvious
those people are
not to be trusted?

Why do people
keep stealing from
other people
when it is obvious
those people have
been totally busted?

Why do people
abuse other
people
when it is obvious
those people were
totally entrusted?

People use
then immediately
cruise
they abuse
and misuse
like it is
old news
thinking their
victim will
never accuse
with a smug attitude
thinking nothing
to lose
leaving them
penniless
singing the blues.

Why do many choose
to walk in
mindless shoes
even after their
offender has left
incriminating clues
when it is time to
come to grips
many only
excuse
when it is time to
cut the strings
they naively refuse.

It is sad to see
people
depend on other
people
when it is obvious these
people
cannot be trusted.

~Miguel

Beauty In The Art That Beholds Her

Like a canvas she
is colored with beautiful
painted designs that glow
upon the surface that God
fashioned upon her.

Colors upon her body
expose a beauty that
at the very same time
melts the heart and
inspires the soul
to breathe in deeply
every blessing received.

Under the surface
colors are textures
deeper down exposing
a sadness no one else
knows exposing wounds
difficult to close.

How many fears has
she endured how many
tears has she cried
how many fires
has she started
inside
of the bellies
of others whom she loves?

Her colors
bright
her designs
brilliant
her heart
filled with
light
her will
resilient
her lovely
graphics
you cannot deface
her soul deeply
filled with un-defiling
grace.

~Miguel

By More Than Just Hands

Everyone is surrounded
not by empty space
not by air
floating aimlessly from
place to place.

We are surrounded by
bodies
not only bodies
of human flesh
but bodies
of energy
of light
that touch us by
day
that watch us by
night.

Those energies
touch
bless
protect
as much as we
receive
we in turn
project.

We are touched
not only
by someone’s hands
but by a look
by a smile
or the words the voice
commands.

By positive energy
we are surrounded
like a joyful shower
under a waterfall
by the energies
that cause pain
we must deflect
in an attempt to
overhaul.

To others when we
touch
aware of how we
project
we must warm the
other
with love
with light
thoughts of
darkness
feelings of
coldness
we try to
withhold
and thoroughly
reject.

~Miguel

More Help Needed

Like La Bruja once
said “Crazy things are
happenin”
many things
sad
many things
bad
many things driving
me absolutely
MAD!

We still have not addressed
mental illness
we still have not found a
way to fulfill this
promise that was made in
order to kill this
disease of shootings like
they are just silliness.

Something inside the
mentally ill
makes killing equated with
a tingly chill
as if shooting off
others is a cure
from a pill
causing satisfaction equal
to a meditated thrill.

Many isolated
faces
now forgetting social
graces
not having functioned daily
at normal life
paces
sitting home watching
movies full of cop and culprit
chases
they imagine satisfaction
in distress of victims’
faces.

We need to make
the click
recognizing they
are sick
finding them the help
that could save
lives quick
we need to get the message
to our politicians
slick
that mental illness aid
is a true cause to
pick!

~Miguel

Beauty In Numbers

Seven candles burning
tonight and rain
is abound compromising
winter’s grip
bringing dreams of warmth
and delights to many no
longer a dismissed rejection.

Seven candles burning
bright and among their
flames I take flight
into the stars that
cannot be found behind
all the blemishes left
upon our existences.

Seven stars uncovered from
the darkness of misfortune
and given a polished new
shine and direction towards
many worlds away where my
voice tries to take root and
generate its place.

Seven voices have I issued
songs of hope to streets
pounded flat with the
feet of those who wish
to loosen the asphalt
below leaving holes of eternity
to fall through tomorrow.

Seven holes in seven hearts
have I patched today
letting love resume
where hurt and sadness
had been living never
again to gnaw away
your spirit.

Seven candles burning
making seven wishes for
your happiness generating
your beautiful smile
to once again grace
all the vast dimensions
of creation’s amazing glories.

~Miguel