Ismael Rodriguez Poems
|44.||Unconscios Process Or Thought||4/25/2007|
|45.||Floating Dreams Of Yesterday||4/25/2007|
|46.||Floating In A Sea||4/25/2007|
|49.||Waiting For Dawn||4/25/2007|
|51.||Fruit Of The Gods||5/15/2007|
|53.||Dancing To The Beat||9/11/2011|
|56.||The Trouble With Self||7/2/2012|
|58.||Ode To A Soup Kitchen||4/25/2007|
|59.||Fonetikly Speled Poim||4/24/2007|
|64.||These Words I Bleed For You||4/25/2007|
Comments about Ismael Rodriguez
How can I tell you
How sorry I am
I stole from you
That weighs so heavy
On my heart
I tried to do my best
With this monkey
On my back
But the truth mom
I rarely told
You took care of me
In my times of need
Did I look like a good son
When I took care of you
I can't even imagine
How you felt
What you went through
When the biopsy said cancer
But you showed a strength
Beyond anything I knew
Multicolored wishes dancing in Kafkaesque landscapes.
A whole other universe trapped inside a small crystal box.
A box that she keeps inside another box.
That one made of jade.
She keeps them both buried beneath a willow tree.
One day to see if wishes do come true.
She dug up hers box within another.
She took out the crystal one.
Then walked to the lake.