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David Caldera Poem
Born in sin,
innocent some say,
Silent the night, as it creeps on into day.
A Silent plea for forgiveness,
a silent sin, a sin of silence,
silent friend
… Souls silently praying,
In silence, a silent prayer is
Saying.
Save me…
In silence I cry, Silently I die….
Pray for silence,
Silently pray twice
A silent prayer
Saying,
Save me….
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Hollow red brick walls
surrounding open fences.
Lost corridors to home
covering trenches.
A journey of
the mind Leading
me far away
from life & out
of existence.
Someday to
arrive &
Understand
why
Hearts cry,
souls die
trying
todefine
a love
twisted.
David J. Caldera
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Whose turn is it to take the stage,
In a circus of a lost & somewhat forgotten
race. Where our value in life has
diminished, we are no longer a thriving
culture living in The United States.
A people who once held their heads high,
and raised their fist together in rage
for our rights.
We have been Labeled like cans, like labeled bottles,
grouped in & labeled as Latinos, not as proud Chicanos.
I can’t act like I’m not offended and
everything’s okay.
I have to speak out, right now, here today.
I must voice how I feel and make a statement,
I need to be real in everything I say..
I must do it for my children,
so they hear Dad voice his opinion,
So someday they will do the same
for their own children.
I’m proud of who I am and as I stand here
today.
A Proud Chicano living in the United States
I raise my fist in a Chicano Rage...
David J. Caldera
01/03/08
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A moment in time, time to realize just who
I am & where I stood in life.
To look into the eyes of my mentor & watch him
as he cried.
Tears of Honor, Respect & Pride
My proudest moment in life, was
telling my Pops, I had joined the Army.
Letting him know I was ready to fight.
Standing there with a stupid look on my face,
I wasn't sure just what he'd say.
I thought he would be angry but he seemed
to be okay,
Blinking my way, past tears of my own.
Trying to show him, I was brave.
I said, "It's Time for me to leave place,
time to leave where I was, raised.
As he wiped away a tear running down his face,
he turned to me and said, "keep your head low & your spirit high
make sure you come home safe..
On the morning I left, he shook me in bed,
then said, "Don't forget what I told you
keep you head low & your spirit high
make sure you come home safe".
then he turned and walked away.
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Paths followed are many,
I, a slave to this dusty, dirty road
Destiny has beckoned me,
My past, won't let me be,
I must stand tall & walk out on my own.
A simple plan with just, a bit of a twist.
I have no interest in conflict,
Unless, there's a conflict of interest
to be.
Lead me not, into the bowels of hell,
Keep me, from the evil things I see.
Forgive me! those whose paths I
did cross.
Heaven forgive, they who
put burden on me..
A poor man, I am told
Homeless they say,
but still a man any way,
I sold everything, to walk , these streets like a king.
David Bear Caldera
02/20/08
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I never had a chance to give you roses,
or lay rose pedals on your bed and maybe,
place them around your feet.
I never lit scented candles for you while
you bathed or had the chance to watch
you as you sleep..
We have never taken walks in the rain,
holding hands or vacationed together where,
we might have, looked into each others eye's, kissed
passionately as, I stroked your hair then said,
"I love you over & over again"...
We were so, lost in ourselves, caught up in worrying for others.
Those precious moments we could have had, when if, one
of us would have only taken, the time to appreciate the
other, maybe then we would have noticed
we first need to be friends before, lovers....
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If I wished for you, I woud have wished too much.
If I were to shed a tear for you, It would have been, one tear too many.
If I tried to just, to live for you, then my death would not have been enough.
Finding a way to say, goodbye to you, where I wouldn't have to lie to you,
where I could say, I tried for you then, in the end it wasn't what, I would do.
When goodbye feels like I'm dying and I'm crying because, I wished for you.
Then a wish before dying is trying to come true, a wish I made while crying over you!!!
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One who has sinned, doesn’t make him a sinner, as long as he
Seeks to be forgiven.
The words of a sinner which are spoken in silence
Under his breath breeds his knowledge & good sense
“Sinner” is nothing more then a label that ones been given
Unless he’s given it on his own just to seek his own forgiveness.
For he who is without sin, let him cast the first stone.
For he who sins never sins alone.
If I am a sinner for making a mistake and I can’t be forgiven.
Then sinners are we all, for the mistakes we’ve made while
amongst the living.
For God can only judge me and cast me to be a sinner..
Until that day comes I’ll consider myself a winner….
David J. Caldera
02/04/08
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In the shadows there's whispering, someone is listening
To every word, that you say about them now.
Secrets you shared when really, no one else cared,
Things you said, when you thought you, were alone.
Are now nightmares playing out loud in your head.
Your pretty little clothes & gobs of, face paint, which you’ve hidden behind.
Weren’t enough to pacify. Why! Couldn’t you just be, nice?
Now on those delightful words in which, you spoke,
Ironic but, now you choke.
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The dancing Sun rises &
tip toes to noon without sound.
You can hear a sizzle as
it heats up the ground.
A feeling of Energy
floating around.
School Bells cheerfully ringing out
children screaming & laughing loud.
Smiles all around,
people washing cars,
kids out cruising,
while yard sale crowds
search the town.
Spring is a smile on
a child's face,
It's a warm sweater on a
cool spring night
or eating Ice Cream
sitting in the shade, on a hot day
The Spring Sun, takes away the gloom
& clears winters haze.
I have never before, felt Spring,
nor have my eyes ever seen
it, until today...
David J. Caldera
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