I am not a poet, I write Poetry.
With my pen in hand the words that I I
Understand.
The issues of the past, the issues on hand,
I write because of the urgency, to document
My thoughts, lest I forget and wander
Off.
Sometimes I hear the echoes of the canyons,
A resonating vibration, seems too never last.
The sounds I hear, love! Love! Loveeeee,
Its time to react, sounds everywhere,
I’m Going somewhere, I feel nowhere to go.
Going somewhere, which way to go,
For the reflections are illusions.
We all know that.
Written by charles garcia
December 20,2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem