Last Napowrimo Poem

Fortunate Lot
this humane habitat
of ours

to our tough days
may they sharpen our whits

The quadalupe river
that was our home

we bread our
kindred there

found our mates
and devoured
our pleasures

"Leave me alone,
try 'n to get my drink on!"

By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Horror Show Love

Anguish...

SEVERE PAIN

exhaustion

From this Insidious thing!

"all you need is love"

To spit on you

to split yourself

in 2 and burn

your morals with

flags of horror

For some "love is like oxygen"

For me it is like oxygen

and polluted

toxic air becomes all

I can get to intoxicate myself

"thing of Evil"

And now-- I just don't know

if I will ever be the same AGAIN!

Life is so Horrific!

With this insidious

PAIN IN MY HEART

By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Horror Show Love Audio

That weed that grows

The weed at the end of the block that's

growing outta the gutta on my street

represents for me

the last little ounce of hope

I take with me

to carry me into the days

I lead...

these days are for me MAN!

Because if they aren't for me than what can I possibly offer

to my community?

What does the world really have to look forward to that

I can provide if I don't do it for me MAN?!

Si puedo encontrar el poder para progressar aunque lo encuento en el mas pobre jardin...

By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Humans pt 2

The humans that surface...

those humans man!

The humans that won't go away!

the humans that live with me...

I don't know the remnants

I don't know the aftermath

All I know is I am one of them.

By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Humanity, humans pt 1 and 2 audio

Humans pt 1

Whatever way I look

however way I Be

there is no easy way man!

Man! my humans are surfacing up

to demonize me!

sacrifice is not enough

Desire killed Death

Meanwhile death keeps laughing

at my living HERE

By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Humanity

I realize I am human again

Realizing this again is tiring

I am a dismal being

entrenched in pain, remorse, and if I am lucky a tinge of hope

But I am coming to an opening with my own light inside

I know it is there... the Sun reminds me

My memories try to define me

but they just add to me

I don't have to react today

I only have one life--why not be peaceful among all this grief?

A desolate human-creature, only because I refuse to buy into

Limitations...

By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Declined

He dreadfully declined me,

now, I know what that is like...

When a man dreadfully declines a wo-man

And my curious nature had a curious intrigue

in wanting to know how that feels like

For, you see, my father, my siblings, community, and country

have also at various points

dreadfully declined me;

Like a credit card getting ready to be split in many pieces

by some scissors held on by a faceless master

One who believes the "HYPE"

and declines the truth.

For, the truth, you see, is the road rarely treaded

Because it requires ACKNOWLEDGEMENT (courage) :)

By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©