A view from the sane LEFT: Min Reyes

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I See

I see that life is full of lies,
And truth is hard to find,
I see that people talk too much,
And can't make up their minds,
I see that life is full of pain,
Relief is hard to get,
I see that people haven't learned,
To love each other yet,
I see that life is full of love,
Full of hate and sin,
I see that people want to care,
But can't seem to begin,
I see that life's a vicious game,
That no one seems to win,
I see that people multiply,
But can't divide a thing,
I see hate as the problem,
With love the only hope,
We're looking for the answer,
The question, how to cope,
The blind man said, I see, again,
There is no need for eyes,
I see through all the hypocrites,
I see through all their lies.

I've Grown

                                               
I've grown, some distance,
From my fears,
My eyes are empty now,
There's no more tears,
No more guilt,
And no more pain, somehow,
I've grown, to gather,
Thoughts of peace,
To quiet, those of war,
And long time battles, waged within,
Don't haunt me, any more,
I've grown in strength,
Accept my faults,
Perfection, just a dream,
For goals you set,
Beyond your reach,
Are seldom, what they seem,
I've grown,
Through squandered innocence,
And found, you're never free,
When you taint your soul,
With ignorance, spite and jealousy,
I've grown, forgiven,
Lived and lied,
My selfishness, forsaken,
And skill and luck,
Are now my friends,
That is...if I am not mistaken.  

Enough

Her breasts,
Like throw pillows.
Smothered me,
The twinkle in her eye
Said her brain was still functional,
She smelled like
Rain soaked lilacs,
And somehow,
Something wrong,
Seemed extremely right,
Her face angelic, wicked,
Her smile, piano key perfect,
Her laugh, mischievous, manic,
Her kiss, a warm bath,
The wine was welcome
But no longer needed,
For passion was enough.

Curiosity

It’s all been said,
And so why write in futility,
In hope that new words escape this mind,
To dance across this virgin page like butterflies, untethered.  
It’s all been said,
But if by some remote chance I stumble onto something new,
I don’t want to miss it,
I want to be there,
And so in ball-point blue,
I ponder onward,
Persistent, determined.
It’s all been said
By so many, so long dead,
But even so,
Some things are worth repeating,
Over and over again,
And so this poet struggles on,
For there is no defeating,
Curiosity.

Welcome

Welcome to the scene,
The sub-culture of freaks,
And wannabe writers,
Tossing words back and forth,
With reckless abandon,
As if it matters,
Welcome to the dream,
Of the immortal soul,
Dreamt by all who dare,
Approach this fantasy,
This dark void,
As if it matters,
Welcome to the mind,
Such as it is,
Crippled by the baggage,
Of negative memories,
Collectively spewing,
What most people
Keep to themselves.
As if it matters,
Welcome to the heart,
Wounded by pizza,
And fried chicken,
Congested, but free
To beat out it’s own tune,
Welcome my friends,
As if it matters.
Welcome to my humanity,
And this feeble attempt
At self expression,
Hey look at me,
I’ve got something to say, too,
You know,
As if it matters,
Welcome to these words,
I hope you wear them well,
And they surround you
Like your favorite sweater,
Yes, welcome,
As if it matters.

Youth

Yesterday I was seventeen,
Today I’m thirty-two,
Tomorrow I’ll be sixty-five,
I’m just as young as you,
Today I woke and saw my face
And in my mind I thought,
The youth that dwells within my head,
Is not what time has bought,
I think time steals the flesh,
But souls remain intact,
To prove the point,
I think that I am younger than in fact,
Another day goes by so fast,
A week, a month, a year,
We try to cling to youth with age,
Mainly out of fear,
Fear not my friends,
The path is there,
The one that we should take,
It leads to where we’ll meet again,
To love, for heaven’s sake.