Louie Vizcarra Poems

I'm a poor wanderer
I don't have anything to offer you except my love
but that's ok
because I'll give you all of it
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Standing on a mesa gazing over the land
life was lovely in the sun.
The breeze was gentle, the warmth endearing
the grass and trees were beautiful.
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A swing in full circle

brought me back to the fabled land
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The day independence was won
the sky was lit not only by a full moon
but with rockets, spiraling into the air
whistling, exploding
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Round two, two years later
its been a long time coming.
I climb up in the driver's seat, pull the choke
push the clutch, turn the key, pump the gas
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Look at these treasures
where once they had been so beautiful
as where a pirate would take to the sea in pursuit
here they have crumbled into ashes, smoke and dust.
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Late at night I sit alone
atop the pinnacle of planet earth
that turns, rolls over and groans beneath me
turning slowly
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The air was still as two armies faced each other
across a dusty, parched battlefield.
Each second hung like an eternity
no one daring to tip the first domino
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A one man horse riding one man
I hold my head up, hide my tears behind my red veil
mumbling "fricativa, oclusiva"
"there is no trade for your price"
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Bible in one hand bullets in the other
'lets take to the hills.'
Sneaking, hiding, following the tracks
looking for snapped twigs, rustled leaves
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