The things that we say to each other
are not so hard to follow.
The way we love each other
sends shivers done my spine.
...
Scribbles on a page…
scribbles on a page…
back of a yellow notebook
torn pages out
...
You say hello. Fire. You’re so alive.
You say hello. Fire. You’re so alive.
You’re so alive.
...
We a(we) re all Eskimos.
Frigid and complacent,
as we look for our friends.
The monsters won’t get us;
...
A terrifically insane man made a vow with God,
“All my money and all my belongings,
go to you Jesus Lord.
But one small favor I ask of you:
...
I want to sleep.
Lord! Can You hear me now?
I want to sleep.
Lord! Can You hear me now?
...
Nothing lasts forever,
so cherish this moment kid.
You’ll never be this beautiful again,
so don’t cry now love.
...
Beautiful, you’re beautiful -
beautiful and reserved.
Wonderful, you’re wonderful –
wonderful and perfectly flawed.
...
So what is life?
How do we deal with this mess?
Nothing lasts.
Nothing lasts.
...
The stars shine brightly
and the moon is timid.
Decline! Decline!
All this talk of
...
“I am my mother’s son, ”
said I,
while other family members
wail and cry.
...
mygoodfriend Ben didn’t know no better
mygoodfriend Ben had to see the end
mygoodfriend Ben came to me in a letter
that hisgoodfriend Sam and the army had to send
...
Some people will remember
the good things in life,
while others, like me,
hold on to the toil and strife.
...
I'm from the California Bay Area but I go to school in Wenham, Massachusetts at Gordon College. I'm studying English. If you couldn't notice by my poems, I really like E.E. Cummings. Also a big fan of Eugenio Montejo, Alexander Pushkin, Wilfred Owen and Edgar Allen Poe (among others) . I have put a lot of work into the presentation of the words of some of my poems and unfortunately, when I posted them on here, the format got a little messed up. I'm sorry about that and I wish you could see them the way I intended them to look.)
Home Is Gone
Mom! Mom!
I’m home again!
I’m sorry I waited
until you were dead
I didn’t know what to say
when you were alive
and
now that you’re dead…
Mom! Mom!
I’m home at last!
But it isn’t really home
anymore
(So where do I go? now that home
is gone?)
I am the author of Joaquin Murrieta: The Life of a Legend published in 1979. The Michael Romero (April 6,1987, Redwood City, CA) is not the author. I was born September 4,1957. My book was self-published in 1979 in Soledad, California. I wrote it in Salinas and in San Jose. I now have an extensive collection of books and movie memorabilia about Joaquin Murrieta.