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

“Taken For Granted”

To many she
has no mind
to many she
has no soul
to many she
has no spirit
like some solitary
sediment
some charred out
piece of coal.

She is a real being
a true personality
like a song that
touches others with
beautiful tonality
giving her best is
her life’s daily devotion
she works hard
to shine a light
that inspires
forward motion.

She has
sustained
many dramas
endured
many scars
cried
as many tears
as the
galaxy has stars.

She does not
take from others
for her own
personal gain
turning tables
to herself
dissing off
others’ pain.

Her words are
more than lip
service her
accomplishments are
real
her life is no
imitation she must
shamefully conceal
what she gives
back is genuine
quality
one hundred percent
REAL!

~Miguel

Words Used

Weapons fired causing
tears and
tragedy.

A flame that
rages through a
drought stricken forest.

Storm surge sustained
in the brunt of the system
slamming ashore.

Each scene not
peaceful not
pristine.

Each scene
we decry
as tragic
to the mind
with sadness
to the eye
so why
WHY
do we make
WORDS
our weapon of
choice,
expounding
equivalent destruction
with the mere sound
of our voice?

Like bullets
blades
or broken glass
we fashion our arsenal
with the words
we amass
first starting the fire
then spreading the tumult
by adding more gas.

~Miguel

The McCauley Mountain Snowshoe Race

Come share my 5k trek as I share with you a tour of the course.

Things Happening

A family death
an abdication
a blizzard remembered
for a generation.

A beautiful soul
lasting ninety years
through Depression then War
through laughs then tears.

Feet of snow falling
in a wind driven hurry
as two systems created
and east coast fury.

A high religious leader
deviating from the mold
abdicating his seat
for being tired and old.

All these things happening
through these days God Given
showing us how crazy is
this world that we live in.

~Miguel

Amistad De La Verdad

Los promesas de mucho
estan de pies planos
aparentan ser
figuras mundanos.

Una persona
se diria algo
por parecer legitmo
incondicional y hidalgo.

En los dias
cuando la vida
es mas intense
en la verdad
muchos muestran una
falta de simpatia
y defectuoso
en humandiad.

Se encuentra amistad
en estas personas
de los dias
buenos y malos.

Se tiene solamente
un grupo particular
y pequeno
de esos “regalos”.

~Miguel