Louie Vizcarra

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Life on the farm was monotonous
I stayed inside and never lied
life was simple and there was plenty to eat
in a lonely, out of the way village
...

We ran in the rain
we ran in the wind.
We saw a hillside burning and we ran through that.
Throwing off our coats
...

I looked at the reason for my suffering
defiant, brutal, overbearing
high in the sky, glaring down at me like an angry eye.
Exhausted by the heat
...

The second ice age started long after
My forest was washed away
first by my tears and then by the floods.
After the floods came the fire
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Seamlessly and barely noticeable
while I was drowning in my songs and my poems
and burying my head in my poisons
the leaves migrated back to their summer home.
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The sky matched my mood today
ugly and stale.
God wept over me and I wept over me and you.
The blue sky disappeared and was replaced by gray sky
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Golden was the savannah, the sun burning on my face.
As a boy on a mountain I gazed upon the desert and the sun planted destiny in my veins.
Shooting through time like a star in the icy sky
the frost burned my finger tips as my world became engulfed by giant spiders in giant webs.
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8.

Time is a circle that cannot be stopped.
Life is a river that cannot be stopped.
I am carried along helplessly.
Sometimes while i am on The bus I call for my stop,
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9.

April, she will come
when streams are ripe and full of rain.
May, will she stay?
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Having been born in my own yard
I never knew a reason to leave.
But when a flower from the other side of the fence called my name
it brought me to consider.
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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.
...

A swing in full circle

brought me back to the fabled land
...

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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17.

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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18.

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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The Best Poem Of Louie Vizcarra

Civil War

Life on the farm was monotonous
I stayed inside and never lied
life was simple and there was plenty to eat
in a lonely, out of the way village
far from the outside world.
Conservatives and liberals-
I had never heard the words in my youth
but when armed men stormed my village
burned my life to the ground and shot my family
conscripted service was the price for my life.
Immediately life was like a raging river
as civil war destroyed life at the turn of the century.
I was reduced to
diving into ditches as mortars blasted and blackened the earth
bodies and body parts rained from the sky
and I was soaked by dirt turned to mud by lakes of blood
as each side relentlessly hacked away the other, fighting for an inch of ground
neither side giving way.
Days and months turned into years
cannon balls and mortars shelled the countryside beyond recognition
every green thing, every beautiful thing was destroyed by fire
lush pastures and gardens were turned into battlefields and graveyards.
Armies controlled cities and rebel militias ravaged the countryside
martial law meant everyone was a foe and shot on sight.
A life was spent for a cause I knew nothing of
and bitterness began to consume me, as I only fought for my survival
not for a flag or any political ideology
but following orders from generals with an agenda
all this disaster being meaningless to me.
My bare face grew a black beard which turned gray
and I remembered my youth and my family
in the secluded village deep in the jungle.
An old man with a hunched back holding a heavy rifle, I looked up
I saw a raindropp fall from the sky to my feet
soak into the ground
and I watched as a small green shoot
poked up from beneath the soot and ashes
took root and grew to be a towering tree
the only shred of life in the entire country
the only green thing against a background of burnt earth.
All men looked to the tree confused
bullets stopped firing, shells stopped falling
and soldiers began to remember the way of life of long before.
Throwing down their rifles, city men melted the metal of their rifles and made plows
rebel militias came down from the hills
animals became men again,
fathers and farmers
they joined hands and a city was built around the tree, the sign of a new age
a city was made, civilization flourished, and
I returned to my village deep in the jungle
peace reigned, and no man traded plow for rifle ever again.

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