Ray Quesada

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When you finally realize
your life is a death sentence
in every breath
your eyes and mind

A poem comes abruptly – A poem
Sneaks into the room and hides behind the chair
Or the couch, or the curtain
And then pounces through the air

My friends and my family scattered across
the land of America; land of the Lost
there's a shortage of love - a shortage of water
a shortage of food - the temperatures hotter

Though we both lay here together
we're a hundred worlds apart
different memories; different demons
different Spirits; different Hearts

With no inspiration or passion in heart
O, where is a person ever to start
With hardly a friend in this mysterious land
Is there hope for growth

Song bird, intrigue me
flow forth your wondrous tune
your music pours from you

When Mind is baked,
time Thinkles
When it rains,
the puddles Plinkle

When I was young and playful
the future seemed so bright
there were songs that we sung
and days were always nice

Buddha Universe of Good
Embodiment of Peace, purely understood
All things come, and instantly have passed away
Right Now; Tomorrow; Yesterday

Pink is just a shade of Blue
with Purple in between
And Yellow is a shade of Pink,
and, the color that is Green,

I stare into a lonely nighttime puddle
'Don't Worry' tattoo'd on her right wrist;
'Be Happy' on the left
-She puts out a cigarette

Hamsters in a hamster world
hamster boys and hamster girls
drive their cars and go to work every day
the unspoken 'social contract' is why they stay

...Her complexity still lures suitors;
She goes through men like cigarettes
Savoring each puff
until her personality has burned them up

Let your eyes
cradle the world before you
cradle and admire,
as a mother sees all

With my spirit humbled by knowledge of Compassion, Suffering, and Eternity, and with the kindness of Buddha radiating through beginingless time, I offer a sincere wish for all beings, past, present, and future.

This wish does not discriminate any single being, from the greatest teacher, to the lowliest lifeform or the most criminal soul, in past, present, or future lives, which are eternally connected. I speak this wish in pure honesty, from the deepest Essence of my being, the Essence I have shared with all beings in infinite lives together.

Someday we'll be one
Mrs. Ground; Mr. Sun
Someday I'll be grass
and your feet will pass

Serious, Noble Eyes
Color of the Earth - color of Mystery-
Color of Simplicity and gorgeous
human Dignity

A soul rose up
from a body in the night
went down the stairs
slid out the door

America is High - The man
who changes your oil is high.
The priest is drunk -
The teacher; the mother;

There's a pain inside my mind
it seems to make my teeth grind
there's a pain inside my chest
it comes at times when i'm most stressed

Ray Quesada Biography

I need to figure out how to truly be cool, before not being cool becomes the cool thing to do... I havn't been on the site regularly in quite some time. I pretty much had stopped writing altogether after a series of rather unfortunate events, and even more significantly, a series of realizations i had about life and about being human in general. By the way, I'm going to leave my old bio below, in parentheses. I was probably 23-ish when I first wrote the original bio, and then 27 when I found myself in Arizona and added onto it. I'm leaving the old bio and all the old poems I suddenly do not care much for all posted on the site, so the contrast between my old self and the person I've become may be seen. Currently I've been in a perpetual state of self-criticism, and've been trying to convince myself that the past really is done and over with, and that even though I feel I may be one of the biggest hypocrites ever, perhaps I still can become a good person, deep down to the bone, and not just half of a good person. " I'm not a good person, ask anyone who knows me." , a wise young man once sang. I used to truly believe, delusionally as it sounds, that I was going to be the greatest writer who ever lived. Ever. In all of human history. Me. What the actual hell was I on? ? ? When I first came to that conclusion I was probably barely 21 years old. I had probably barely read maybe 50 or 60 books in my entire life, I had barely read any of the great poets... At least I was enthusiastic, I suppose. 60 books may sound like a lot to a nonreader, but there are A LOT of books out there...it is called Books-A-MILLION, not Books-A-Hundred. 50 books was probably an appetizer for somebody like, say, Terence McKenna. And that was on top of him writing entire books as well. Perhaps a few living people on this planet would tell you I was the most well read person they knew, but then again I also tried very hard to be that person in the first place. Its not like bookworms, or even pseudo-bookworms for that matter, are commonplace. I've been told that I'm notoriously hard on myself, but that's just because my friends didn't know me as well as I knew myself. When i first began my quest I pretty much knew I wasn't as charismatic as Jim Morrison, or as enigmatic as Rimbaud, but I wanted to be sooo so badly that after a few years of lugging books and notebooks around EVERYWHERE I went, developing a massive love for alcohol, and a narcissistic personality to mask my fear and anxieties, even I forgot I was just in character kind of. Every drunk asshole thinks they know everything, especially 22-year-old drunk assholes. I searched for arguments, I searched for despair, I searched for some sort of originality within myself, never sensing my own natural originality, because I was far too focused on, paradoxically, being the MOST original, the most unique. And that behavior, PARADOXICALLY, is the most cliche. I read my own stuff now and occasionally wonder, " Who wrote this? Who REALLY wrote this? " Being clever is easy... But simply BEING and not needing accomplishments, validation, a past, a future, any armour at all...it's tough. Even waking up, truly Waking Up is the easiest thing in the world to do...but not drifting back into that beautiful dream you were in, that's different. My advice, for what its worth, to anyone resonating with these sequences of words...if you're lucky enough to eventually find yourself on an amazing adventure with fantastic people by your side then smile, laugh, and play, but if you see Medusa, close your eyes or she'll turn you to stone. And if the Hat Man visits you...you'll have to face him alone. In other words, you can't fight fire with fire. - (((((***Please take a moment to vote 1-10 on any of my poems you read. I don't think I'll have an accurate idea of the quality of my work until each poem has a decent amount of votes***))))) (((((- -I want to say thank you to every one of my friends who have visited my page/voted and commented on my poems, and thanks also to any of the poets on here who've done the same, whether I am friends with you on here or not - its a very satisfying feeling when people enjoy my writing. I've had a lot of positive feedback so far, which only inspires me all the more to keep writing. For those who just now have stumbled upon my page, I'm Ray. I was born in Ohio, where I wasted my teenage years, and now out of guilt, write constantly. :) - I lived in Myrtle Beach, SC, for around 8 years and I just moved out to Arizona in January this year. Nothing like a change of scenery and a change of pace to bring your soul out of hibernation. I've been writing poetry somewhat seriously since age 20, more seriously for about the past 2 years. Besides poetry i like to play guitar, write songs here and there, etc. i find inspiration in silence by the ocean just as much as i find it when i'm drinking and shooting pool in bars with my friends. -I used to fall in and out of love with my own life on a daily basis...but as of late, I've mostly just been in love with it. I have made friends on poemhunter with some very exceptional poets, and it seems I find inspiration a lot now in reading the work of others. I admire the poets who just let it all out, who trust in their own voice. Nietzsche said, “Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.” Thanks again, best wishes.))))))

The Best Poem Of Ray Quesada

Death Sentence

When you finally realize
your life is a death sentence
in every breath
your eyes and mind
try to find transcendence
and independence
before you die.

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