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Yesica Lantigua Poem
My Body is living
in a broken Valley of Kisses
Each Night longing to
Be held in your arms until the Morning
Copyright © Yesica Lantigua | Year Posted 2005
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YOUNG FOOL.
Weren’t you the silly and stubborn young man who came to the land of the Free
and home of the Brave to work for free, starve and get no sleep? How dare you change
paradise for this?
Once the night fell you got on a tiny boat with a thousand others breaking your mother’s
heart and making the toughest man on earth cry, your father.
Oh you silly young man... smart, handsome, talented, and humble of only 23 decided to
risk it all. You had it better than most back home, yet you needed more. You needed to
set foot on the land of “Once upon a time.”
Days went by, weeks and maybe months, desperation came closer and the toughest
broke down, the braves returned back home to make it there as if it was meant to be like
that and the fool like you continued. Even though everything seemed to be endless, you,
I guess, you trusted God or were too blind folded by your desires that you didn’t back up.
Tierra! (Land!) Was screamed in desperation as a sign of relieve. Tierra! Columbus and his
men would’ve been ashamed of their cry announcing that they had reached land if they
would’ve heard you and your companions.
OH, you silly old man, still don’t own a home. Yet, feel that you have accomplished all.
Like a sleepy baby you got through the days. You made it through with hands that had a
mind of their own, fixing things, painting, and doing things that still amaze us all.
But you, you didn’t come here for the home, the car of the year, or the Bling Bling but for
the future of two little girls. Foolishness, ignorance and desire taught you to be the best
man to walk the surface of the earth, to be tough, to be brave like a soldier and to stay
humble all the way!
I love you Dad.
Copyright © Yesica Lantigua | Year Posted 2011
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Build me a temple high…high…high up where the sun can rise
Where good can shine and the evil die as a plant in winter time.
Let it rise
Let it die
Let it shine
Build it high up the moon
But under the sky
And let the sun shine
Through the skin that dims inner light
Let the light unfold the eyes
And see the beauty inside of this small world that wants to shine
Let the war be the plant that could die in winter time
Let it rise
Let peace in the world rise
High…high up like a bird flying up to the sky
Let it die
Let hate die
As a phoenix and be reborn as a flower
Full of scents and beauty instead.
Let it shine
Let our inner light shine
Let it shine through our skin and show us that we can light up the way without hate and
without pain
Let it rise
Let it die
Let it shine
Let the battle field turn into a garden
Let the soldiers be the flowers
And the ammunition be the fertilizing soil
Build me a temple high…high up the sky
To symbolize world peace.
Don’t rush take your time
until we find out that we can shine
Let our soul rise
Let our evil die
Let our ability to find world peace shine.
Copyright © Yesica Lantigua | Year Posted 2009
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What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some
safe and nonexistent destination.
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd
Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody?
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs.
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.
Copyright © Yesica Lantigua | Year Posted 2011
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What do I know about pain and tears
About love and hate
About loving and not being loved
About changing tears into rain and dawn into wine
About night and day being the same
About time and space
About dreams and reality
About happiness and sadness
About memories and nostalgia
About life and death
About destiny and fate
About beauty
About you and me
About words and songs
About falling off the universe
What do I know about anything, I’m just a poetess!
Copyright © Yesica Lantigua | Year Posted 2011
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My poor pen, spill its ink on a white sheet of paper in form of the thoughts that leak from a
desperate mind. A mind that desperately tries to express to the sheet of paper what other
distracted minds could not remember, what a wounded heart could not feel, and what teary
eyes refused to see.
My poor pen, sad and distracted thinks that his ink will end just like good times do. It kills
him that with time the written words will become too heavy for the sheet of paper to hold.
And, little by little the words and thoughts will seep through the holes that the years and
wise bookworms will leave behind on what will no longer be a white sheet of paper.
While the mind, desperately looks for the forgotten feelings, my pen rests in the hands of
the poet. Bravely accepting that it is slowly losing its ink like a young old man loses his
memory.
At time, it feels used, alone, sad, and feels as if it was nothing but a witness to the despair of
a lonely mind that takes refuge on a piece of paper.
Copyright © Yesica Lantigua | Year Posted 2011
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The shining sun burning down the days and memories to ashes.
The breeze blowing away the fresh peaceful evening when everyone was sitting down
playing, talking and laughing.
Beautiful moments perfumed by the essence of flowers and earth were carried away by
the singing wind...
blessed eyes with the color of Hope... green,green as birds' songs and the greeting of a
Crystal River
I went with its current in order to escape the past that doesn't exist but in my mind.
Copyright © Yesica Lantigua | Year Posted 2011
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