Isaac Maez Poems

When will I perform the final act
Defiance is clamoring to my fists
Sweet smell of living surrounds me
Willing to hold my hand, for today
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A jail cell is a very cold, dark place
walking down the corridor, the cold concrete
voices very plentiful, in a place of pain and anguish
laughter and pain nervously holding hands
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Feelings of despair, awaken years spent dormant
Fearless remedy of negative
An ever present pounding
My soul is in expanse
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Melting into a dark abyss of nothingness
Never wanted to exist in this state
I have swallowed insurrections meal
Too late to repent of this sin
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Where and why things stay
Alone to go with someone
That only is afraid, alone
Fear not I say and tremble
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Not from without, from within
Destroy my life, who cares
Like our bodies, life fine tuned
Yet beneath the surface, pain
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Where is go? away to only stay near, again
I want to feel again, yet far
only living for others around me
Selfish, anger, no anger, only love
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She was young and full of life
Now (alone) she sits
And passes time sitting
Waiting to get to the next level
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When will I know real from my vantage
Open eyes, open heart to feel rage
Rage kept inside while I smile at you
The truth? only if you know the difference
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I stay calm in the midst of confusion
Not a place to be alone
We walk around from place to place
We smile, we frown...we walk
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