Alfred Ramos Poems

A thread of light hangs suspended
Through a curtain not yet closed
A pocket full of dreams
Hide underneath my pillow
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If my life was a canvas
It would be one of those
Paint by the number boards
Showing the many shades of my life
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Woke up to an orange sky
Dappled in purple grey clouds
A curtain of night is peeled away
Erasing a constant nightmare
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8 AM
Crisp bacon and scrambled eggs
Somewhere in the world a pauper begs
8: 15 AM
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She was a woman between love and disaster
I knew in my heart I couldn’t out last her
No matter how hard I tried
No matter how much I cried
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I reach out for the delirium of desire
Adrenaline walking the high wire
To caress ourselves with naked skins
Savoring the optical curves of your blue twins
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It was an Indian summer night
An aromatic breath it did invite
A warm and satin breeze
Blew over the sentinel trees
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A slice of cantaloupe appeared in the patented sky
Brewing in the horizon a minted tea for you and I
A soft silvery fog slithers down the bronze hills
A morning tune of roosters duets with whippoorwills
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Plant the seed
For the things you will need
Dig in deep
For what you sow you will reap
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Lost inside these prison walls
A nightmare calls
Words lose their way in my mind
Naked thoughts are lagging far behind
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