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Mauro Rosales Poem
Ode to the time we spend,
My hearts ready to move on,
and nothing makes sense
We boast of being free,
We lack when tied down,
Our influences degrade us,
And I finally found.
The reason no less,
To my way of being,
In the course of thoughts and
Romances, mine eyes are now seeing.
The precious times steady,
Yet balanced with fear,
To be mixed up with another,
And another year by year.
What comes of that?
Where has trust gone?
Who is my soul mate?
What did I do wrong?
Questions,and more,
Answers are none,
What has now happened?
And finally what went wrong?
When you were with me
I felt some what secure,
But now by myself,
I am so unsure.
The warmth in your arms,
The unfaithful mind you did hold,
I turned the other cheek,
You played with my soul.
The good time left,
The bad times stayed,
Romance dissolved,
And then I went away.
But I could still remember,
you by my side.
The loving things you promised,
And the thrill of my life.
Now all that is left is afterthoughts,
And doubts,
I dream of our good times,
but move on without you.
Copyright © Mauro Rosales | Year Posted 2006
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Mauro Rosales Poem
There’s something wrong with me,
Choking up my soul,
as I try to be.
It’s getting dark here,
I don’t know where to go.
Vision blurry and
my breathing has become slow.
The final curtain is at its last stand.
I'm Being brought down,
and I don't seem to understand.
I see a flash, full circle was exposed.
I know for sure...
this is the farthest I will go.
At this point nothing is left to regret,
I feel the tension
and the pressure now I'm upset
Copyright © Mauro Rosales | Year Posted 2006
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Mauro Rosales Poem
The curtain opened a long time ago,
but what it has left us can never be shown.
The role we played has now gone stale,
the monologue we ventured,
a question entailed.
During Intermission the crowd was still,
as we view that our performance ,
that was not ever fulfilled.
Dramatic conclusion, had you and me,
We tried out but didn’t get to act 3.
We poured our hearts,
yet still came to this,
I used to know your agent, he's tooken out of my list.
I will now audition a person to be,
'the next big sensation' in this Drama called,
“The one who love’s me'
Copyright © Mauro Rosales | Year Posted 2006
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Mauro Rosales Poem
Love is a word that gives hope to fool,
Love is betrayal used to keep me from you.
Love you say when the person wants to leave,
Love is the burden and a tricky disease.
Lust is the connection that keeps us together,
lust covers the uneventful forever.
Lust keeps things as emotional as one,
Lust keeps to the press souls and let them get some.
desire alone is hard on one's soul,
desire is in the of emotion while alone.
desire is equal to being there for each other,
desire makes you realize you're only a lover.
loss is what happens is you are so cruel,
loss is me believing and being your fool.
loss is the promises that you did break,
loss is a sadness, produced by the fake.
2/05/06
Copyright © Mauro Rosales | Year Posted 2006
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Mauro Rosales Poem
We venture right to the path in which we heavily rely,
we see the distant life and cant find a reason why.
To whats becomes, what we did may never dare to repeat,
the same as we cry softly making it our life as we retreat.
There is hope, there is life, there is pain,
There is also memories, which we cant explain.
Life has taught us strictly all that vision are not clear,
and one by one the worries slowly start to reappear.
I do not forgive but feel sympathetic, for those who tried today,
to kill and devour my motivations and my thoughts on display.
My heart is here, guarded almost too well,
trying to be free but I simply can not tell.
My mind is settling for what is, that never will I see.
I feel refreshed, but quite disturbed for whom i came to see.
Did i picture myself so motivated to learn and love and grow,
or am I living precautionary until the end of this here show?
Picture this, snapshot that stayed,
Confusion and self esteem revamping all thats made.
Once I reset then we shall pick and choose,
the We that we create will somewhow once come true
Copyright © Mauro Rosales | Year Posted 2024
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