Too Many

Too many bosses

and not enough leaders.

Too many profits

and not enough for workers.


Too many chests

and not enough hearts.

Too many voices

and not enough ears.


Too many children

and not enough parents.

Too many guards

and not enough teachers.


Too many faiths

and not enough salvation.

Too many gods

and not enough truth.


Too many conflicts

and not enough compromise.

Too many ignorant

and not enough educated.


Too many races

and not enough humanity.

Too many drugs

and not enough relief.


Too many takers

and not enough givers.

Too many lovers

and not enough bonds.


Too many eyes

and not enough views.

Too many individuals

and not enough solidarity.


Too many hateful

and not enough reasons.

Too many dreamers

and not enough ambition.


Too many countries

and not enough land.

Too many advances

and not enough progress.


Too many books

and not enough readers.

Too many albums

and not enough music.


There’s just too many of everything

and not enough of anything.


She Had Enough

Left eye.

Blackened twice

for giving an opinion

to an ear that didn’t care.


Her arms.

Bruised and battered with

more fingerprints on them

than any part of her body.


Her jaw.

Broken several times

because she wouldn’t use her mouth

the way that he wanted her too.


Her eyes.

Littered with sadness

because she thought she saw heaven

but found herself in his hell.


Her heart.

It doesn’t exist anymore.

All she has now is bitterness,

misery, regret, and anger.


Her hands.

That’s what she used.

He needed a shave

so she volunteered.

A Fallen Angel

An angel is falling from the sky.
She is in a vortex, helplessly
going down a downward spiral,
screaming for help in mid air.

She looks so pure and innocent.
She is an angel, but she can’t fly.
And, as I look with a hawk’s eye, I see
her wings are broken.

I wonder why she has been sent to this realm,
a realm of my vision,
an endless forest were disruption meets oblivion
and lost souls meet renaissance.
She lands in the lake of my forest.

She is 5 foot 2 and about 130 pounds,
But, like a small stone, makes no splash,
just ripples in the water.
Yet, the impact sounds like that of an atom bomb.

I get on my stallion, the eternal mustang,
and ride to the lake where I see her
floating on her back like a flower.
I pull her out and go back to my cabin in the forest.

I put her in my bedroom
because there is no other.
I sleep in front of the fireplace
and wonder where to start.

The next day, she wakes up,
and I come in with breakfast.
She is startled, but I calm her down.
I tell her that I am a friend.

“I am one who cares for all.
I give comfort and shelter to those in need.
You may simple call me friend
because that’s all I’ll ever be.”
She eats the eggs I’ve made for her and
drinks the water that I’ve purified.

After a while, I finally ask her,
“Angel, why did you fall from the sky?”

She says, “I lost my way.
I just got bored with eternity,
so I wanted to leave.
I got my wish, and now I have nothing.
That’s why I guess I’m here,
to be forgotten.”

I say to her, “He doesn’t forget, and he does forgive.
Somebody so beautiful should express happiness, not fear.
In time, you will learn to smile again
and never again feel sorrow.”

With her wings wrapped and her body healed,
she begins to live with me here in the forest.
We take walks in the morning to see the sunrise and
have dinners in the front window of the cabin to see the sunset.

I cook her all my favorite recipes
from lasagna to baked ziti.
But when we get to the desert —
freshly made cherry pie — her favorite.

Weeks after her arrival, she asks me,
“Why are you here?”

I tell her the truth.
“I was once lost like you were.
I fell just as you did, but found my way.
But unlike me, you still have a choice.”

She asks, “What kind of choice?”
I say, “You’ll know it when you feel it.”
She gets confused, but, months later,
confusion turns into compassion.

Many times, she welcomed me to bed with her.
Every time I declined, not because of un-attraction.
It was just going to make it easier on me in the end
because I knew the day was approaching.

A year has passed. Her wings are healed.

She flaps them up and down
and gets herself off the floor.
I smile at her success, but she can see
my invisible frown.

The time has come, and I say, “Let’s go to the lake.”
But when we go, there is no lake,
just an open field with a ray of light in the middle.
She sees now the choice that must be made.

Leave or stay?

There is no turning back.
But, before she makes the choice,
she asks me with a heart-broken voice,
“Why did you stay?”

I say, “I wasn’t the first.
I knew I wasn’t going to be the last.
I made the choice to stay
and help other angels like you and I.”

She asks, “What if I stay with you?

Help other angels by your side?
I can’t image eternity alone.
I don’t want that to be your fate.”
I say, “That’s not your choice to make.

This realm is of my vision.
This is my eternity, and this is how I choose to spend it.
If you decide to stay, I will be the one that goes.
Either way, one of us is leaving, and it’s going to be you.”

She says, “How do you know?”

I say, “Because you’ve learned again what’s most important.
Eternity is what you make of it.

This is mine, and I do it with pride.
Now you can go and find something to take pride in.”
Angel says, “I will miss you.
You gave me back so much.”

I say, “You’re welcome.
That complement is why I do this.

Now, it’s time to fly.”
She hugs and kisses me goodbye
then slowly moving towards the light,
never taking her eyes off me.
With new wings, she heads back to paradise.

As she disappears into the light,
I say, “Lord,
your child has returned to you.
My love and wishes go with you angel.”

I turn back and head for my cabin.
My energy is now spent.
My body is weak.
My head is light as a feather.

I now go to bed and sleep
until the next is sent.

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Those Lips

Full both in form and emotion.

It’s an insult to cover them

with flavored additions

that just remove from their

Natural beauty.

If touching her

with my unworthy curves

meant carried the price

of losing breath.

I would gladly welcome asphyxia.

Why would a pair of curves

be worth a precious gift?

Because having life and living it

are two different things.

To have been blessed by them is a miracle.

There are a million others

so why are these above all?

The answer is quiet simple

and yet, very powerful.

These lips belong to the woman I love.

My Closet

Like the phantom of the opera,

I was a misunderstood monster.

Not scarred in the face by fire

but with a body of excess fat.


The demons kept hurting my soul.

They tortured me with insults.

Boys threw stuff at me.

Girls called me a freak.


I fought back with hatred and fists.

Boys lost teeth and girls lost hair.

My life was becoming a sad fable.

Dante would run in fear of my inferno.


So, I ran into my closet and dreamed

in such a small hot space.

I lived in a new world with sunlight and cool breezes.

But the breeze was just hanging clothes running across my face.



That was my greatest ally to focus on my dreams.

There was nobody else that could distract me

when I was in that closet.


The price for paradise was cheap —

my heart and my sanity.

I had no use for those things anyway.

I wasn’t happy when I had them.


Time went by fast when I was in the closet

and slow when I was out.

For 6 long hours I’d be in hell.

I would cut off my right arm

to hear that final ring.


For years I was in my closet,

praying to God for mercy.

Finally my parents found me

and dragged me out of my closet.


My parents were scared

to see their baby boy look so cold.

They couldn’t understand this boy who is so sweet

look so morose and so angry.

I would try to get back in my closet,

But they would keep me out,

kicking and swinging.


Later, I was sent to see someone.

I felt like a wounded animal backed into a corner —

scared, confused, and ready to fight to the death.

The doctor looked at me with such pity.


I would say, “Go to hell.

How could you blame me for what I’ve done?

If you’d lived my life you would understand.

For some people, dreams are better than reality.”


I met others who had my problem,

who had scars of their own

and were outcasts of society for different reasons.

Some cut their arms, some were loved too much by their parents.

There was even one a boy who wanted to be 6 feet under.


Even though they opened their arms to me,

I pushed them away.

My anger made me numb from the heart down.

I was the boy with a permanent frown.


But something happened one night.

Somebody got their wish.

That boy was going 6 feet under

because he purposely drowned in his toilet.


When I saw him covered in sheets,

I realized where my anger was going to take me.

So, I decided that it was time for me to go home.

I told the doctor everything he wanted to know.

I met the requirements and became healthy again.


After months of treatment,

I was allowed to live again.

I moved away from my demons and my torture.

I now have a new home and a new closet.


But I don’t use it.

I put all my clothes in drawers

and boxes in the garage.

Now, I feel the warmth of a real sun

and the smooth breeze on my face.

I still have my anger,

but I keep it under control.

I have friends now and a girlfriend.

Will it last? I really don’t know.


But when I wake up in the morning

and I look at my life today,

I can actually see that my prayer was answered.

I am free from my torment and my closet.

I have been granted my mercy.


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For the Soul

For the love of the game.

For the feel of dirt in your hands.

For the touch of the skin.

For the smell of a scent.

For the sound of laughter

For the taste of sweets.

For the satisfaction of success.

For the desire of your heart.


What’s the point of a soul

if you won’t fill it?


The fire comes fast

With bad lustful intentions.

Watch your heart closely.


There is no future.

Only the present to live.

Stop being concerned.


For once, cut the bull.

All I’ve ever been is true.

I’m nobody’s fool.


If you want a wife,

then stop going to that site.

Hookers can’t be brides.


What you want is cruel.

You want your world on my back.

You’ve stolen my life.


Honesty is dead.

Everyone rests in facades.

A country of fools.


Chairs are for sitting.

So why do I see your feet?

That explains the ants.


If you have time left,

then put the controllers down.

Life is the real game.


Ego isn’t sin.

Ambition isn’t madness.

Don’t settle for less.


To say I love you

is so difficult today.

Our lips need to part.

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