Raymond Cabrera Poems

For now you turns at age of eighteen,
Like a princess during ancient scene
Wearing gown of lovely colors of red,
Dancing through the melody of life
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I dream to be that we are rational numbers,
So much alike the smile of rejoicing integers;
Though we're always amidst between the negative,
Here I am for you to just make it positive.
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I think it was all just a hypothesis
The moment I saw this beautiful scientist
She was so lovely like the glow of Neon
Erratically smart as if like Newton
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You shall be chained and hurled to you all the projectile
Until it turns out to a havoc towards your corpse
Now I’m consumed by demur because you’re so vile
I guess killing for you is a modest or an art
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On the flight of the moon to aflame the night,
A firefly's looking up to the light he much adored,
Seem a light of a firefly that he's longing for.
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For the people who seek for comfort or dead mercy,
Their fairness sob and yet still strife for their right,
I rage against the death of justice before it will be.
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I can see poverty...
In the eyes of the crying children,
In the the poor minds without any education,
To a person who have never known Christ
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There in my frozen milieu of our place made me,
Shiver from placid snow and how it could be
That dreary and arctic midnight snow
Over the icy twigs that thwarts the stream to flow.
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Our two musical worlds collided by sorrowful destiny
Or perhaps it was a modest stunning rhapsody,
But I could no longer hear, her cheerful symphony
Full of enchanted rhymes that brings me misery.
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This is a story of a lady with some of angelic light,
Her name was Miss Alice Scott Mallory White,
She was a lady, who would never learn how to fight,
For the abuses she didn’t knew if it’s bad or right;
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