Foreword from the Author
See you on page one,
Carlos Salinas
“Through the Glass”
Why do they
keep staring at me?
They may
get one, or two, or three;
I quiver as
I think that they
May dip me
in their drink;
I don’t
care to swim; I’d rather stay dry,
Though
behind this glass, I catch too many a wandering eye;
Funny how
the human that made me
Is the very
same one that ate me!
“The Poet That Never Wrote”
Fleeting
thoughts that never
Made it to
paper and ink,
Fleeting
thoughts that dawned
When he
stopped to think;
From his
wooden desk
Came no
letter, no note;
Sad losses
are the thoughts
Of the poet
that never wrote.
“The Fish That Wanted to Climb
a Tree”
Did you
hear about the fish that
Wanted to
climb a tree?
He was
brave and determined
While
others just thought he was silly.
But he
moved up along,
Proving
everyone wrong,
And sat at
the top of the tree.
“The Insomniac’s Rhyme”
There has
been no magic dust
Sprinkled
in my eye,
As I lay
here much after the
Sun decides
to die;
Sleep is a
curious stranger
Who I’d
like to meet,
But she
eludes me;
She has
very swift feet;
In the
darkness, all things
Become too
clear;
Joy,
Wonder, and Sorrow,
But worst
of all, Fear.
“Scribbles”
In the stacks of paper
The people finally saw,
That the scribbles of a “Mad
Man” had the most sense of all.
“The Big Picture”
I climbed to the top of my house
And saw the big picture,
Then I climbed to the top of the
tallest house
And saw the bigger picture,
Then I climbed to the tallest
mountain,
There, I saw the world.
“Big Shoes”
He was the
smallest in his
Class, the
runt, if you will,
Now his
shoes are so big
They are
certainly hard to fill;
At learning
how to tie his
Shoes he
was especially slow,
But he did,
and has got
Several
medals on the wall to show;
The little
boy did grow up;
Bigger,
wiser, bolder;
And now it
is he who has
The “big
people” on his shoulder.
“Dreams Defined”
Are
dreams just prolonged thoughts, or one’s self
Emerging
from the fear and mediocrity?
People
appear and act without a clear identity,
But still
they are understood.
Are
they fate’s way of showing your chances
And testing
your faith?
Are
they what others wish for you or perhaps
What they
want from you?
Could
they be secrets revealed from another dimension?
Are they
signs of your true self?
Not the
person you let people think you are?
Are
they feelings that boldly confront you in
The moment
of your logic’s absence?
Like
a tightly sealed steel can, you can’t escape
Your mind
or its needs.
Does
the subconscious being leave your
Body and
live out the images?
Perhaps
until your final breaths, or even then,
Will the
mind take another form?
“On a Christmas
Morning”
On a Christmas morning
The children did rise,
They walked to their Christmas
Tree and to their surprise,
There laid a collection of gifts
Right before their eyes;
As they began to open
The gifts from under the tree,
The floor was soon covered in
Shreds of paper, bows, and candy,
And a child realized that it
Wasn’t the gifts, nor how many;
On that Christmas morning
While he had his loved ones near,
What mattered, he knew in his heart,
Was that they were all here,
His family together around their
Tree, as they had been year after year.
“To My Unborn Son”
I can’t wait to meet you, I love you,
You mean so much to me, I swear it’s true;
Along with your mother, you will be
The most important thing in life to me;
I will teach you all I know,
And watch you learn as you grow;
I will catch you when you fall,
Be your rock when you need to stand tall;
I might not know all of the answers,
So I will marvel with you in all the wonders;
Even as a man, you will still be my boy,
My life’s greatest gift, my life’s greatest joy;
I will guide you when you fall in love,
Show her you’re the man we’re all proud of;
And when you make me a grandfather,
More love will come, a new joy altogether;
I will still watch over you when our time ends,
And I will leave you with family and many friends;
I can’t wait to meet you, I love you,
You mean so much to me, I swear it’s true.
“My Head Hangs Low”
My head
hangs low when I think about all the injustice,
It doesn’t
matter who’s right, only who’s in power,
Who’s got
the greatest number of followers?
Many will
preach, but few will practice;
I can’t
write what I want and say what I feel,
Tell me
exactly how’s an artist to deal?
Can’t step
on any toes, can’t ruffle any feathers,
Don’t know
if I can survive these changing weathers;
I’m
getting mine, but why not them?
Who’s
caring for the next generation of children?
Working
from the sweat of my brow
Doesn’t
always make a man proud;
My head
hangs low when I see the curse of man,
Life
doesn’t seem sacred when it’s left in their hands,
Man’s war
is always the deciding factor,
Called on by
some honest men, some actors;
Why
should a belief of faith decide man’s fate?
For some,
it is simply another reason to hate,
It was
supposed to be the creation of a brotherhood,
Not
something to divide brothers, but something good.
My head
hangs low when I think of all problems,
I hope we
can work together to solve them,
It saddens
me and my head still hangs low,
When I
think about how far we still have to go.
“The Jester’s Secret“
His duty
was simple:
To absorb
and carry
The
troubles of the people;
And the
King called aloud,
“Bring the
Jester,
To
entertain the crowd!
Let him
make merry,
Commence
the feast,
And pour
the sherry!”
And he
would create laughter,
However, no
one ever
Saw what
happened after;
Sometimes a
laughing face,
Can be a
sorrowful
And
prison-like place;
For what no
one knew,
Was that
the Great
Jester was
suffering too.
“Seems As Though”
Seems as
though what I thought I knew,
Never was,
The fog has
finally cleared,
And it’s
all because,
Life’s ways
are not always
What’s
wanted by you,
But when
looked upon with innocent eyes,
Are always
true.
“A Warrior of Words”
An Agent of
Assonance,
An Army of
Alliteration,
A
Conquistador of Climaxes,
A Fighter
with Form,
A Marksman
of Motif,
A Mercenary
of Metaphors,
A Ninja of
Nuances,
A Raider of
Rhyme,
A Soldier
of Synonyms,
A Vigilante
of Voice;
I strike
with the fiercest of sentences,
With such
clarity and no false pretenses;
I assail
with the mightiest of swords,
I am The
Warrior of Words.
“The Lake of
Knowledge”
I traveled
far,
So far I
couldn’t see any houses,
Through the
valleys, and through the desert,
I finally
reached my destination;
I was
seeking true knowledge,
And
wouldn’t settle for some,
I wanted it
all;
I did not
listen to anyone,
“It might
not be as you expect it,”
Were their
words,
I didn’t listen;
When I
approached the lake,
It was
serene,
Its beauty
unmatched;
Hesitant at
first,
I only
watched it,
Then I entered,
Feeling its
warm water,
My feet
pillowed by the mud;
It was very
comfortable at first,
But as I
descended it got colder,
“This is
where I wanted to be,”
I reminded
myself;
Soon
my feet could
Not touch
the bottom,
The
coldness of the water
Made it
hard to breathe;
The lake’s
water clung to my skin
And
refreshed this weary traveler,
But soon
the cling became a choke,
And no
longer provided comfort;
The lake I
sought was
Now the
lake I dreaded,
Would I
have changed my mind
If I had
known where I was headed?
“Gratitude”
Never long
for what others have,
Because
you’ll never enjoy what’s yours,
Remember
how much you wanted
It when it
was theirs;
Desires
come and go,
But time
only goes,
If you’ll
get a second chance,
No one
really knows;
Treasure
what’s yours,
Before it’s
gone,
Because
what you long for
Might never
come along.
“Listen, Young Man”
Sit down
and listen,
Young man,
My words
will teach,
Make you
understand;
Don’t hurry
to finish,
But enjoy
the view,
For when
it’s gone,
It won’t
begin anew;
In love,
use your heart,
And your
mind,
Her
treatment of others
Will show
you if she’s truly kind;
Do not fall
to the
Virtue of
beauty,
For it will
fade,
And leave
you lonely;
Friends are
to be cherished,
So cherish,
But beware
of those
Who are
foolish;
Wealth will
come
When it is
right,
Do not
chase it,
It’s a
waste of time;
Sit down
and listen,
Young man,
My words
will teach,
Make you
understand.
“When Death Arrives For Me”
When Death
arrives for me,
I will be
calm, still,
No fear, as
I will cease to be;
I worry for
my family,
It will
hurt them more,
When Death
finally arrives for me;
I do not
have regrets,
All I did
in life,
Was with
gratitude and intent;
I had love
and it left,
But it was
worthwhile,
It was a
temporary gift;
When Death
arrives for me,
I will be
calm, still,
No fear, as
I will cease to be.
“Don’t Wake Me”
If you find
me asleep,
Don’t wake
me,
Leave me
free to dream;
I’m in a
place I love,
Please leave
me,
In the
clouds above;
To sleep is
to dream,
More than
life,
It’s my
simple scheme;
To wake is
to die,
A quick
death,
Let me live
and lie;
If you find
me asleep,
Don’t wake
me,
Leave me
free to dream.
“They Wear Masks”
Don’t be
fooled by the words
They say or
what they ask,
Remember my
warning I gave,
They all
wear masks;
They’ll
charm you when you meet,
The hours
will quickly pass,
And they
will smell so sweet,
But they
all wear masks;
They will
speak words as smooth
As the
drink in their flasks,
But don’t
fall victim, remember,
They all
wear masks;
They will
pursue and confuse you,
It’s on
their list of tasks,
And their
reason is simple,
They all
wear masks.
“A Happy Life”
Live
happily,
Laugh
heartily,
Sleep
peacefully,
Speak honestly
And
Love
passionately.
“What I Think I Know”
I think I know,
But how so?
I can only show
What I think I know
I’m not quite sure though
But I think I know,
You know?
“Ode to
Nature”
O, Nature!
How you comfort me,
You show me
what’s real and how things should be,
Never
haughty or fake, simple to take,
Your sights
are like music to me,
With
magnificent colors in every key,
Yet there
is a bit of irony,
Since you
give me the paper I use to write about thee.
“A Birthday Poem”
We are
friends,
This be
true;
Which is
why I wish
A very
Happy Birthday to you!
And on days
that
Your
birthday be not,
A very
merry un-birthday
Is what
you've got!
“Carry On, Weary Soldier”
When the terrain is rough and uneven
Don’t give up hope, keep on believing
That the fighting was not done in vain,
And your happiness will soon return again;
Though the night may seem eternal and cold,
Keep your head up and spirits bold;
Though wounded in battle, the scars heal,
Wiser now, you know what is truly real;
When the dust settles and everything's done,
Carry on, Weary Soldier, carry on.
“Firsts and Lasts”
Spring’s
first flower,
Love’s
first kiss,
Spring’s
first shower,
Sorrowful
to miss;
From the
first look,
To the last
smile,
From the
path I first took,
To the very
last mile;
Life’s
greatest firsts,
To life’s
greatest lasts,
Quenching
the greatest of thirsts,
Satisfying
the longest of fasts;
Spring’s
last flower,
Love’s last
kiss,
Spring’s
last shower,
Sorrowful
to miss.
“Changes”
There is a beautiful balance
For everything around,
For what is now lost,
Will one day be found;
What was once hot,
May one day be cold,
What was once young,
Will one day be old;
What is now bright,
Will one day be dimmed,
What grows freely today,
May one day be trimmed;
What is here today,
May not be tomorrow,
What now makes you happy,
May one day bring sorrow.
There is a beautiful balance
For everything around,
For what is now lost,
Will one day be found;
What was once hot,
May one day be cold,
What was once young,
Will one day be old;
What is now bright,
Will one day be dimmed,
What grows freely today,
May one day be trimmed;
What is here today,
May not be tomorrow,
What now makes you happy,
May one day bring sorrow.
“The Dreamer”
Perhaps I
am a dreamer,
That's just
how I came to be,
Perhaps I
am a dreamer,
But
nothing's gonna change me.
“The Siren”
Her song called me once
Her song called me once
Upon a
moonless night,
A sweet melody I could
A sweet melody I could
Not resist,
try as I might;
Like many sailors before me who
Like many sailors before me who
Had sailed
through a siren’s strait,
I could only hope that I
I could only hope that I
Would
suffer the same fate;
And as her lyrical poison gently
And as her lyrical poison gently
Carried me
to my sweet death,
It was her
kiss that sealed
My fate and
stole my last breath.
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