Alfred Ramos Poems

Inside
There’s a little boy
A fragile tin soldier toy
I know who he is
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Admit to your deepest desire
Know that your path is lined with fire
Crying will only get you so far
It won’t help you cleanse the scar
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I searched deep into your eyes
For a spark of light to materialize
But I’m not crazy, baby
There’s more to life than gravy
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No one has the answers
To all the cancers
We possess
Imperfect secrets
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Stars are like footprints on heaven's floor
The moon is like a giant gate to heaven's door
Why they come out at night is no mystery
There is no glare, no distractions, only ecstasy
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Like deaths co-conspirator on some hazy afternoon
Evil awaits darkness to bloom
Receding into a silence of doom
A disturbing echo too near to death
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One day I woke up crying
(Have you ever done that?)
Of course it was the first day of my life
I didn’t recognize anyone in the room
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My life is in front of me
I do not possess the skill to pass judgment on myself
I can only paint a sketch of it
I ran after happiness and thought I found it
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Butterflies will fly
Decorate a garden nearby
They'll float from stem to stem
Without really touching them
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I don’t want to sleep alone
In a pitch black room
That spells doom
I don’t want loneliness to reach out to me and swallow me whole
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