Lenny Orlando Camacho
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Lenny Orlando Camacho Poems
This Is What Life Is...
There are so many things I do that I do not want to do There are so many things I want to do that I am not doing
A Backyard Friend
I guava tree, furnished gently by the sun, in summertime this tree had become my fun, my home, my hideaway, my brother, my all: The rippen fruit gave me strength, gave me love.
Eyes To The East
look look closely there's something something you hadn't seen before
My world is water two beads of water form my eyes an eye of water is my heart a constant wave of salty motion is my tongue
See The Water
SEE the water? there's the water it's a river, an ocean, a lake, a pond, a tear see it there? over there! that's the water it's ingrained deeply into the universe
In the flight of a bird, there is hope. In the smile of a child, there is hope.
The Morning Wakes
The morning wakes with a sunny smile, with the giggly song of birds and wind it brings with it; with the smell of oceans and the taste of bread, with a mist of coffee,
A Sad Memory of Happiness
I reached over for my watch, however, I don't have a watch; I had a watch before, I remember.
The Millstone [REVISITED]
FEAR is the millstone, and confidence is the grain, that we, willingly, place under the millstone's weight. What if we do? , what if we don't? , we'll nerver know
Freedom to Love
WHAT is happening with life? What with me? I'm free,
Just Another Day
Today was just another day in which I ate and drank and worried (as opposed to some Holy words I once read) : I also prepared for lasting til tomorrow;
Look At This City
Look At This City and tell me what you see.
I Always Think Of Freedom
I always think of freedom, but I still don't understand is freedom something I must buy? is it something handed to me? is it something I ought to obtain by fighting?
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This Is What Life Is...
There are so many things I do
that I do not want to do
There are so many things I want to do
that I am not doing
there is little time left on my sand clock
I guess I can use it for regrets
and to think of possibilities that will never be
one last grain of sand
I could've done more
I should've had the courage to...
one last breath
it was a good life, but it could've been better
Death befalls me
the game board is placed before my eyes
I was just a pon
adopting behaviors they provoked
adopting their 'dreams' as mine
accepting blind fears as facts...