Submissions by ReneVelez
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2013 9:20pm
14th Jan 2013 9:20pm
Concrete Ink
I am uncommon,
the uncolor of a helpless world,
three dimensional fingerprint
charred and pressing,
far from blessings,
scrubbing off the environment
of my skin, I sink within...
tattered tales of
unbearable meaning,
soul seething
among northern lights,
I am that which sins,
hands dripping of...
concrete ink
to blot out the sun...
and an inner voice
yelling, telling me to run.
© 2012 Rene Velez
the uncolor of a helpless world,
three dimensional fingerprint
charred and pressing,
far from blessings,
scrubbing off the environment
of my skin, I sink within...
tattered tales of
unbearable meaning,
soul seething
among northern lights,
I am that which sins,
hands dripping of...
concrete ink
to blot out the sun...
and an inner voice
yelling, telling me to run.
© 2012 Rene Velez
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2013 9:18pm
14th Jan 2013 9:18pm
Far from love
A cot or park bench
Choices...
But not much to choose from,
Far from love but close to no home
Seeds sown...
But the dirt on this body
Can not grow anything new
Only looks of disgust
To looks of compassion,
Offered coins short of shelter,
Hot shower, or a home cooked meal
Of loneliness?
I feel for it is my only companion
I have been abandoned
By the hands of humanity...
But I have not abandoned you.
© 2012 Rene Velez
Choices...
But not much to choose from,
Far from love but close to no home
Seeds sown...
But the dirt on this body
Can not grow anything new
Only looks of disgust
To looks of compassion,
Offered coins short of shelter,
Hot shower, or a home cooked meal
Of loneliness?
I feel for it is my only companion
I have been abandoned
By the hands of humanity...
But I have not abandoned you.
© 2012 Rene Velez
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2013 8:32pm
13th Jan 2013 8:32pm
THE ARTIST
You were gentle and kind,
I, not good at the hands of happiness
when you were in love with me,
words I shared were used like
a hawk and trowel, I flung and
assumed they did not matter,
you, turning to cold stone
sitting through sadder days,
each word chipping
away at grey granite
exposing the unfortunate you,
sculptors tools I had taken
for granted against a love that was true,
I am the artist of my own destruction.
© 2012 Rene Velez
I, not good at the hands of happiness
when you were in love with me,
words I shared were used like
a hawk and trowel, I flung and
assumed they did not matter,
you, turning to cold stone
sitting through sadder days,
each word chipping
away at grey granite
exposing the unfortunate you,
sculptors tools I had taken
for granted against a love that was true,
I am the artist of my own destruction.
© 2012 Rene Velez
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2013 8:29pm
13th Jan 2013 8:29pm
SHARDS OF GLASS
Shards of glass in empty space,
suns reflection like diamonds,
yellow taxi's halting to a stop
sharing the final seconds,
wide eyed windows in wonderment
and dread, clinched fists with silent screams,
I, in the depths of their darkest dreams,
some with cigarettes and satisfied smiles,
memories rushing without control,
twirling gripping empty air
as body parts from the soul,
hands to cover innocent eyes
shed from light and the lies,
when truth does crawl but never flies,
the heart weighs heavy when the love has died
© 2013...
suns reflection like diamonds,
yellow taxi's halting to a stop
sharing the final seconds,
wide eyed windows in wonderment
and dread, clinched fists with silent screams,
I, in the depths of their darkest dreams,
some with cigarettes and satisfied smiles,
memories rushing without control,
twirling gripping empty air
as body parts from the soul,
hands to cover innocent eyes
shed from light and the lies,
when truth does crawl but never flies,
the heart weighs heavy when the love has died
© 2013...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2013 1:32am
13th Jan 2013 1:32am
NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORS
A knock at the door
I slide the keyhole tray through,
it's a hidden money tray,
the man on the other side of the door
sticks two twenty dollar bills in it
and I slide the keyhole tray back in,
from the other side of the door
the man asks for a "one and one"
I know what it means;
I stick a twenty sack of weed
and a twenty of coke in the keyhole tray
and slide it back out to him,
another happy customer on his way,
the hourly business watch
at the local drug spot,
a daily gig, pays ten times more
than a job at Walmart,...
I slide the keyhole tray through,
it's a hidden money tray,
the man on the other side of the door
sticks two twenty dollar bills in it
and I slide the keyhole tray back in,
from the other side of the door
the man asks for a "one and one"
I know what it means;
I stick a twenty sack of weed
and a twenty of coke in the keyhole tray
and slide it back out to him,
another happy customer on his way,
the hourly business watch
at the local drug spot,
a daily gig, pays ten times more
than a job at Walmart,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2013 1:18am
13th Jan 2013 1:18am
The Avante Garde
THE AVANT GARDE
A Poem by Rene Velez
"Inspired by the Artists of the 1920's"
I slap the paint brushes dry
with the palm of my hand,
he just laughed when I did so
looking deep into his
persistence of memory,
I, a child in wide eyed wonder
of a lost generation in Paris
this side of paradise,
moved by the beat of jazz
and fifty million Frenchman
caught between night and day,
I fought against wandering ways
wondering for whom the bell tolls
in the warm and distant Paris night
...
A Poem by Rene Velez
"Inspired by the Artists of the 1920's"
I slap the paint brushes dry
with the palm of my hand,
he just laughed when I did so
looking deep into his
persistence of memory,
I, a child in wide eyed wonder
of a lost generation in Paris
this side of paradise,
moved by the beat of jazz
and fifty million Frenchman
caught between night and day,
I fought against wandering ways
wondering for whom the bell tolls
in the warm and distant Paris night
...
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