Alfred Ramos Poems

My hand on her slender neck
A firm grip causes me to reflect

My fingers respond in kind
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The beautiful woman entered the room
Full lips like teasing flowers in bloom

She sat in a comfortable plush chair
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I threw her ashes to the wind
But they blew back in my face
Is she trying to tell me something
A history between us I cannot erase
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(Written about 35 years ago)
(times haven't changed)

I don’t like shooting up
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Why are we drifting away
Like a dark cloud in the sky
Daydreams slip into the shadows
And no one knows why
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No one has the answers
To all the cancers
We possess
Imperfect secrets
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Stars are like footprints on heaven's floor
The moon is like a giant gate to heaven's door
Why they come out at night is no mystery
There is no glare, no distractions, only ecstasy
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Like deaths co-conspirator on some hazy afternoon
Evil awaits darkness to bloom
Receding into a silence of doom
A disturbing echo too near to death
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One day I woke up crying
(Have you ever done that?)
Of course it was the first day of my life
I didn’t recognize anyone in the room
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My life is in front of me
I do not possess the skill to pass judgment on myself
I can only paint a sketch of it
I ran after happiness and thought I found it
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