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Angel Garcia Poem
I walk the street.
The street of The American Nightmare.
The moon is gone, no stars shine tonight.
The smog and ash are too thick.
The homeless gather to stay warm in their alleys.
Among them lie broken bottles, broken boxes's,
broken boards, broken dreams, broken lives.
The sidewalk is cold cracked concrete.
The gutters are filled with filth and the tears of many.
The streetlights are dim and tilt and sway,
like the minds of politicians.
The houses hold within them the hearts of the,
hopeless and the helpless.
The Market sells the Grand Illusion of the,
Capitalist.
The park is empty and forgotten,
like the wallet of the common American.
Yet, still I walk.
I am not afraid!
[May 1, 2013 S. Staples St. - This poem turned the tide of my life for the better]
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I hold my breathe,
and pray for death.
To escape this prison I've descended into.
I slowly suffocate,
in the darkest place.
I've fallen from grace,
without a trace.
My wings are torn.
My skin is worn.
Never will I escape this hellish space,
or my cursed fate.
My dreams have died,
and here is where I lie.
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I remember the wind and the waves.
Maybe it's a vision from a past life,
or the image from an old poem.
I start to feel postmodern.
I breathe in the sea mist to see,
the place where I was born.
I look back on vague days past to see,
how I have grown.
And to see that these old clothes,
don't fit and are worn.
I reflect on what I have reaped,
from what I have sown.
The years have eroded away at me,
like the sea on the stones.
In this life the ending is always the same.
Will you sink or will you swim?
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Angel Garcia Poem
(Year 1)
You try to hide
somewhere deep inside
As the blood spatters on the window
You try to compromise with the needle
Like a hero without a soul
As it throws you to the ground
There are no reasons to hold on
It's like falling in love, just to unfall again.
Like a loop that has an end.
Contradict, as you pretend.
(Year 2)
Your heart is light
I see you in the pure clear night
With so many years of learning
You never learned to keep your chin up
This one way trip leaves you broken
You'll never see your old home again
This resentment builds for the rest of your life
Independent actions from a dependent being
You need to find yourself
And place what you find on a shelf
(Year 3)
You listen to the radio waves
All those bad songs are all the rave
You lose your train of thought so easily
Like you lose your will to live
The pool is clean and crisp
And smells like chlorine tabs
Your mind is easily disturbed
Like the surface of the water
You cast no reflection, that's no surprise
You watch the bubbles as they rise
(Year 4)
You finally found what is right
The words are now easy to write
You stood up to the demons
And salvaged what's left of your life
Are you someone new?
You grew tired of your world gone wrong
The view from the corner of the room is inviting
The fear of death is tucked away in the shadows
As you rock back in your chair
You no longer feel that crushing despair
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It's like being thrown into a dance,
without even knowing the steps.
It is your one and only chance,
so you curse all of your missteps.
Your heart beats out of your chest.
As your resilience is put to the test.
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Bury our filth beneath the Earth.
And rape the land for all it's worth.
Since when is just asking, asking too much?
The lack of concern is concerning,
we are so out of touch.
There is no conservation, only building frustration.
We spew more and more toxins into the air.
But the human race watches without a care.
The burden will be passed onto the next generation.
Until the point that it crumbles every last nation.
If the Ocean could speak, I'm sure she would cry.
Dirty and deprived, she would ask us all why.
How much is enough!
Or is there even a concept of enough?
The path we follow is rough.
Just trying to exist will be tough.
4/22/16
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I lost my innocence in the Dance,
of teenage romance.
I was sharpened by the stone of youthful rebellion.
I was the only tried and true rebel.
I had this aching in my heart since the first night I sinned.
I got the words of poets in my bones,
and it shapes my tone.
It's five hundred college exams.
It's five hundred sleepless nights.
It's one thousand reasons why I should have tried.
I would sing the blues to the dogs.
To the ones left too long in the rain.
To the ones that know nothing but pain.
My body is broken and my words are soft spoken.
My mind is a pit filled with spiders.
My soul is the deepest and darkest hole.
With the heart of an artist and the mind of a scientist,
I experiment with my passions.
9/24/15
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She had a certain brightness about her.
She would bring a constant comfort,
On days where I felt like the rain.
She was so much more than everything.
Beautiful and pure, like the colors in my dreams.
In those days I did not have to try.
I just had to reach up to touch the sky.
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The white-collar man finds his way to work.
Passing by those who lay in huddled masses.
The forgotten stand on their corners begging for change.
Hoping that someday things will change.
They open there mouths to try and speak.
No words come out, for they are too weak.
There are those who stand with no property.
This my friend, is called poverty.
An abandoned building is a castle,
filled with delight,
for those who live on streets at night.
There are no dreams to see,
for those who don't sleep.
On empty stomachs they beg just to get by.
With nothing left they swallow their bitter shame.
They wash it down with their tears as they cry.
The air is cold, so they gather by the flame,
thinking if tonight is the night they will die.
Wondering why this is and who is to blame.
The sun is on the rise,
As though it were a prize.
But only for the few,
Who can afford the view.
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The steal strings are struck,
pulling her body and soul taut then slack.
It's a loss of inhibition,
that she feels might not come back.
The metallic sound moves her body electric.
She spins round,
without touching the ground.
The cords pull at her muscles.
As the rhythm synchronizes with her pulse,
the Tune rings into her being.
She resonates.
With each bar the Tune surrounds her,
more and more.
Each line ties her more to this feeling,
closer and closer.
Entranced in its embrace, it fills her with flame.
In this moment, there are no worries or shame.
With her soul inspired,
She lets out what is to be desired.
It starts with the shake of her hips.
It passes up, and springs from her lips.
She begins to swing her writs.
A feeling that escapes with a twist.
With the sway of her hair,
You would wish you were there.
Her world spins around at 33 RPM,
As she sings along with her heroes.
The beat will carry on,
as long as she will ever know.
Like the beat of her heart,
until there is nothing left to perceive.
12/3/15
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