Raymond Rivera Poems

The fly
fights for it's life
to fly through
an invisible wall
...

He couldn't have been
more than eleven years old.
As innocent as Adam
as fiesty as Eve.
...

As the fly lay there
convulsing,
I watch over him
as if I were God.
...

I useto speak of death
as if it did not exist.
Five years old,
skies of blue with lollipops
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It's very seldom
that I let anyone
get behind
these eys of mine.
...

It's been almost
two years now
since you first
caught my eye.
...

Decipher what her retinas say
when you recieve your first kiss.

Translate what the birds sing
...

He was strong man.
Strong as the
strongest man alive.
Both physically
...

Hundreds of birds,
maybe even thousands,
flying in my field
of vision
...