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Julio Morales Poem
The silhouette of pain is upon us
Chained and bound because of the hatred
Pulling on the links to be free
Have been silenced for to long
Wishing our voices to be strong
No longer just one but many
Wishing to be free from them
They who sit on throne of bone
Preaching from a book of flesh
Reading the words written in blood
Having been to blinded by the light
To see the deceit that they brought to us
No longer giving into the light
No we are embraced by the void
Its cold heart warms us
The thousands of tears shed,
Now dried by its frosty hand
Feeding to us a new breath of life
Copyright © Julio Morales | Year Posted 2005
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Far away from the pain and hate
Having descended into the Darkness within
You wake alone within a room
No doors No windows-
Hidden from the world.
Balling up your fist
Banging upon the bare walls
Crying out for answers
Till your throat left hoarse
Fall onto the cold lifeless floor
You notice a shadow glide across the room
Out of the silhouette he rises
Surrounded by the nightmares of your past
Gaze up into his eyes
Your sight falls upon that which frightens and bewilders you,
For they seem… a blood red,
As though Hell itself encompassed them.
You are left captivated-
As you are standing up, he reaches out to you,
Grazing his shady hand upon your cheek.
Every single emotion that was deprived to you-
Unexpectedly awake from that minute touch.
Afraid of indulging into the final transgression-
You back away from his touch.
Wraithlike, he moves behind you.
Shivers run down your spine
As he brings his lips to your ear.
A lone tear runs down your cheek,
As he tells you what you have always known.
You sag into his embrace,
Allowing the warmth that he ignited pierce into you
Flowing through every vein and into your very being…
Searching for what you have given up
Grabbing at your chest
You feel it within.
Finding what it searched for,
Your most cherished possessions-
Your soul.
He takes it into himself
No more Pain or Hate
Now is the time to move forward
The moment of enlightenment has been reached
Images of your life flash in your mind
Then turn into a hazy gray fog
Closing your eyes allowing the darkness envelops you
Hearing his faint voice say one word:
SLEEP
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Like the mythical bird of fire
We rise from the ashes
Never truly defeated
Even when we have lost all the will to live
For even in the darkest places
Humanity finds hope.
We strive every day, rising from the ashes
Never allowing ourselves to be extinguished
Always burning brightly into the night
Humanity ablaze with:
A fusion of colors
A fusion of minds
A combination of our differences
A combination of our uniqueness
Burning in a glory of reds, oranges, and blues
Burning in a splendor of awe.
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I have aged beyond my corporeal form.
I can longer go back to that innocence of youth.
I am too young to go through these experiences.
Now my heavy eyes with age.
Wrinkles now forming themselves around them.
To tired to go on.
I just want to rest.
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Julio Morales Poem
The city so still
Not one soul alive
Not one spark of warmth
High on top of the tower he lies
Looking downward onto the silent city
Alone with darkness that consumed him
In the embrace of winter
He watched and judged those beneath him
If they should live or be extinguished
Now only bones and ash are his vassals
Corpses of steel and brick are his empire
His bitter voice the word of death
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What of these may come?
What shall be?
What shall end?
What of these may come?
From our mind’s hidden desire
From the darkness of humanity
What of these may come?
From our essence of life
From the purity of humanity
What of these dreams and nightmares?
Do they hold a hidden meaning?
Do they tell of our inner selves?
What of these dreams and nightmares?
Are they just a construct if nothingness?
Are they just an illusion of our mind?
Have we lived in lies?
Is there a cloth over our eyes?
Have we lived in truths?
Is there knowledge behind our eyes?
What of these may come?
From our dreams and nightmares,
From our hope and despair.
Who in the end shall answer us?
Who in the end shall guide us?
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Julio Morales Poem
On this day I write to you my dear child
In hoping that this letter finds you well
After many years of hardship I gave you
I’ve begun to wonder how you are
And how you have grown up to be
In these final years of mine,
I now truly see the mistake I made
The mistake that cost me so much
My mistake that cost me those I love
My Mistake that cost me my son and family
I know I hurt you and caused you so much pain
I hurt you physically, emotionally, and mentally
I brought to you a pain a father should never bring upon a child
I was blinded by the ignorance and hatred taught to me
I let it cloud my mind and I embraced it.
I don’t seek forgiveness from you
All I wanted to say is that I still love you
I am truly sorry I was not the father you expected me to be
I wish I could have been a better father to you
And not the cold hearted bastard you came to know
All I hope is that your dreams come true
May you have a sweet nights and happy days
With all my love I send you this letter,
May those that love you keep loving you,
With all my love,
From an old man that wishes he can change the past.
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As the darkness befalls on this earth
Thundering through the night they march
Leaving a wake of hope and despair
Awoken by their cries of pain
Awoken by their cries of joy
Walking on top of the bodies of their brothers and sisters
Silently we move to watch all that are here
Holding them as they give their dying breath
Carrying their souls into the ever after
They are the dogs of war
Here to honor themselves and nation
Here held with a belief
Each night rains of metal pierce flesh
Screams of anger and agony can be heard
The soil drenched with the blood of their friends and enemies
Flashes of false suns scorched the soiled ground
There is no safety in those trenches
No safety in their faith
No safety anywhere anymore
Days and night pass by
Smaller their family becomes
They carry the tags of fallen
To keep their memory alive
Their cause has began to fade
But their will is always strong
On the horizon the first rays of red-orange light break through
They see the horror that the twilight hides
The skies and earth burnt by the fake suns
The rivers and oceans red with blood
This is war true face.
And all we can do is watch without judgment
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Can my son ever forgive me for what I have done?
Can he ever forgive me for abandoning him?
To throw him away, like he was yesterday’s trash
To forget that he was my flesh and blood,
The one who came from my loins
His teary eyes filled with pain and sorrow,
Shall always haunt my dreams
They shall show me the pain I have caused
The pain that I made because I did not understand
I hope he can forgive me for throwing him away
To leaving him out in the cold
Leaving him out to fend for himself
To face the worlds horrors at such age
Years pass and go by and now I see what I have done
I wish I can tell him I love him
I wish I can tell him how much he means to me
I wish I can have my child back
But it is too late
He now lies on cold marble
In a tomb to keep his body,
To lie with those that have passed on.
He was killed by those that hate,
By those that fear the unknown
I wish I could go back to that night
To that night when he told me a secret,
To the night where I lost him
I wish I could hold him one last time,
And I wish I held him that night he told me
That night when he became lost to me
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The darkness befalls on us
Leaving us blind to our awaiting fate
Climbing on the bodies of my brothers and sisters
We were the dogs of war
To honor ourselves and country
Each night rains of metal pierce flesh
Screams of anger and agony can be heard
The soil drenched with the blood of our friends and enemies
Flashes of fake suns burn the soiled ground
There is no safety in these trenches
No safety in our faith
No safety anywhere anymore
Days and night pass by
Smaller our family becomes
We carry the tags of fallen
Keeping their souls alive
Our cause has began to fade
But our will is always strong
On the horizon the first rays of red-orange light break through
We see the horror that the twilight hides
The skies and earth burnt by the fake suns
The rivers and oceans red with blood
This is war's true face.
Copyright © Julio Morales | Year Posted 2005
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