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Josue Segovia Poem
Could emptiness be the reason I spend my nights
Wide awake, in a quiet restless daze?
I have now become confined by my unconscious thoughts,
Never felt more liberated,
I walk a path that leads me to those memories,
Now nearly faded,
I stroll through that path in the field,
Walking along the river where the low water sits still
A step towards fulfillment, a step towards happiness,
I step and catch up with an old friend
Four years come and passed, now here we stand, at last
Just as I remembered him, age hasn’t done a thing
Time is timeless? A beginning, but no end?
We stroll through that path in the grassy field
Walking along the river where the modest current moves a little
A step towards fulfillment, a step towards happiness,
We step and catch up with an old friend
Eleven years come and passed, and now here we stand, at last
Your son’s journey has come to an end
Time is on our side, its time we didn’t spend
This is my destination,
Rebuilding an old friendship through my recollections
Building a mother-son relation
Previously missing, now an easy connection
Standing at the end of that path
Where the river passes graciously and its high tide shimmers
Paradise, by the dreamer’s lot
Never thought it could come to such a tragic halt…
I have now become confined by the conscious facts
Copyright © Josue Segovia | Year Posted 2006
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The Boys` too strong to down in the Fall
Identical hits left fires burning inside
Still we touched the sky
Dimmed the lights inside
My brother alike
Araise terror through September nights
Our enemies brought us no fright
The guardians emergence see all
Strings tied and "pulled"
And only US are fooled
Betrayal masked by fear:
Thousands fall and killed
11 tripped and died
One mother terrified and lied
Copyright © Josue Segovia | Year Posted 2006
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Josue Segovia Poem
In the continuous quest
To find my place
Materialism left my mind in a haze
And lead me astray
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What must I do to let my soul rest?
Long after my body is laid upon a casket and buried
Material things hold no weight, so what were my worries?
God gave us free will
To choose between the righteous and the forbidden
My body is weak, my spirit is willing
And temptation still has me sinning
They say God is merciful …
Will the gates open for the most wicked sinners?
After a life of vice repent and pray for forgiveness,
Forget spiteful beginnings?
Where does that leave those of us in between?
Copyright © Josue Segovia | Year Posted 2007
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