Juan Gómez

Poema para mi Amor

2014-02-14T11:28:00.001-05:00

Desde el momento en que me dijiste Si,

supe que eras para mi.

Desde el primer beso

no dejo de pensar en tus labios

en tus ojos, y en tus caricias

Eres mas de lo que imagine

y le doy gracias a Dios por tu amor

Gracias por ser quien eres, por esperarme

Hay dias que me dejas sin palabras

porque jamas he sido amado de verdad

contigo aprendi realmente lo que es amar

me salvaste de estar estraviado en altamar

No importa cuantas vidas pasen

ni cuantos siglos, continentes o millas

para mi, te siento conmigo siempre

puedo sentir tu fragrancia

puedo escuchar tu voz

puedo sentir tus manos

No importa la distancia

No importa lo que digan los demas

Lo que importa es nuestro amor, hoy, manana y siempre.

Gracias le doy a Dios porque cada dia,

nuestro amor crece y crece.

Te amo Yeimi

Eres todo para mi.

Reflexion de Amor

2013-12-06T10:35:00.001-05:00

Yo no sé porque no tuve el valor de decírtelo antes

Entre risas y miradas, siempre fuiste tú

Incluso en los momentos más difíciles, estabas en mi mente.

Mientras yo dudaba, tú orabas al Señor clamando por mí!

Increíble, pero cierto. Por eso ahora entiendo los tiempos de Dios.

Tiempos que no son cuando uno cree más conveniente, pero cuando llega,

El problema más grande se hace nulo; Tu amor y tu apoyo me dan las fuerzas.

Aunque la distancia es dura y a veces dolorosa,

Mi mar es sereno, porque sé que eres la que Dios ha guardado para mí.

Oremos, no para que nos confirme lo que ya sabemos, sino para que desde hoy

Dios bendiga este amor.

New Poem: You decide the title

2013-07-13T18:03:00.002-04:00

Here's a poem which deals with heartbreak, I'm having trouble with the title so I am asking for help with it. Here it is and as always, I appreciate feedback. -Juan

Poison, the air is filled with it.

Lethal and toxic, it invades my being

No one is safe from this calamity

Except you.

This is no ordinary poison; the poison is love.

As the days go by, you carry on

Onward towards your destination

unaffected by its fumes,

is there even a heart within your chest?

You don’t stop to smell flowers; you don’t even like them!

As I choke on the poison I see you

You walk untouched, wearing your gas mask

Perhaps I should have worn one as well

That way I wouldn't be as hurt as I am now

Although to be honest,

Even with this pain in my heart.

I remember that famous phrase

“This too shall pass.”

Even your gas mask…

Preview: El Timbre (Spanish Version)

2013-05-16T15:53:00.002-04:00

With summer around the corner, it seemed fitting to write a funny poem about wanting to travel. This is a preview to the full poem and an English version will be on the works should the translation make sense in English, in the meantime enjoy!

-Juan

El Timbre

Maletas hechas con el pasaporte en la mano,

Listo para embarcar en una nueva aventura

Tal vez regresare el próximo año.

Mi familia no lo sabe, ni si quiera mi misma madre.

Papel y lápiz empiezo a escribir

Que hará de bien, no sé, pero prefiero que sea así.

Tal vez se alegren, tal vez se pongan tristes

Una cosa si se, que no me voy a quedar para descubrir!

Debo apurarme con la carta antes de que sea tarde

O que llegue alguien, sino nunca llegare.

No bien empiezo a escribir cuando el timbre suena,

Lo ignoro esperando que dejen de tocar.

El timbre sigue sonado.

Me pongo mis audífonos para no escuchar,

Pongo un poco de rock para ahogar el ruido

Pero el timbre sigue sonado.

Busco en las gavetas, en las cajas de herramientas

Un martillo y PLAZ! Con ese golpe me libero de tanta bulla.

Pero el timbre sigue sonado.

Empiezo a enfadarme y gritarle al cielo

¿Porque no me dejan en paz?

Por un momento hubo un silencio

Al fin! Ahora a terminar la carta para-

<<Ring, ring>>

El teléfono.

Commission: A note to my Love

2012-12-19T13:53:00.003-05:00

This one goes out to a very close friend of mine who wanted to show his special someone how he feels...enjoy!

The other day while meditating on my life,
I began to think about the most important aspect of my future:

The makings of my future wife.
While I sat there in the solitude of my thinking spot

I came across a few things that only she can spot.
As I write these down, I can't help but wonder

how can someone so incredible exist in this world?
Pen and paper I begin to write:

For that amazing woman; the better half of me.

Christian, not just in words but in action. You have brought the word
Love to a life that without you, could never have experienced it, and trust me, its
Awesome! The way you make me feel even if you don't believe me.
Unique in every way, especially when you smile, you give me the strength to continue to be
Devoted not just to you, but to our God. You make my life way more
Interesting than you can ever imagine. They way you are
Affectionate towards me makes me feel like I am on top of the world.

Tender heart, yet big enough to care for others, despite it being
Emotional. Which is great because it reminds me of how much I need you in my life.

Amazing does not begin to describe what we have together, I am yours and you are
Mine, until the day we part to heaven. Which I know is our final destination because we're
Outstanding and I am not saying this to brag,but when I think about what you mean to me

I begin to understand why King Solomon said "her price is far above rubies".
If you can see between the lines you will see my message for you, for these are the words of my heart.

Poem to my God.

2012-10-12T20:31:00.001-04:00

Heaven, I feel it every time I am in your presence.

The light overflows from your words

so powerful that it illuminates the world.

Love, I feel it in your arms.

Pain, its gone. The shadow of solitude that

once covered my soul has dissipated into the void.

the rivers of life have graced my withered soul

once again and this time, its forever.

For now I see...

That it is by your grace,

that I am free in this world.

The girl with the umbrella (preview)

2012-09-29T21:05:00.001-04:00

Below is an excerpt from chapter 2 of my upcoming short stories book...Still haven't picked a name for the main character(he's still called "DUDE" but I hope you enjoy! -Juan

offeeville was a small shore town and like most towns that are near the ocean, there was a lighthouse. DUDE figured that it was his last opportunity to catch up on his book before the afternoon began to darken and then be forced to go home.

“But people will probably be at the beach.” –he thought as he was walking up the street.

“If only I could read here, it would seem the only place without people is the street!”

“Wait, that’s it! There must be a bench here somewhere!” and there it was, a nice small bench just waiting for DUDE to sit and begin to read his book. Once again, he immersed himself in the novel and forgot he was sitting in a bench.

It had begun to rain. The huge drops rattled the tin roof with a loud, unrhythmic noise. It was not yet three in the afternoon, but the storm had blackened the sky.

<Drip>

The drop had broken his concentration. What’s worse, not only did it interrupt his reading but it actually looked like it was about to rain.

“Really universe, you are just going to rain on my day, really? This is just what I needed, et tu brute?!” –he said as he looked at the sky while leaning forward to cover his book from the impending rain. Looking into the horizon he saw lightning, followed by the sound of thunder.

“Not today, please not today…I didn’t even bring an umbrella!”

<Plop>

His shoe was now starting to get wet with the raindrops. However, DUDE was still complaining about the rain and not noticing his surroundings.

<Drip, drop, drip, plop>

“It will only be a little drizzle, I know it will. There was no forecast for rain today so it will only be a little drizzle, it will be over soon enough.”

The rain poured down heavily.

Eyes closed, he arched back and yelled: “WHY DO YOU HATE ME UNIVERSE!!!!”

Now we have all heard the expression “swearing like a sailor” but with the amount of swearing that DUDE did for that half hour of rain, he could very well host a seminar for sailors to take notes on new ways of swearing that they would never have imagined in their wildest dreams!

All of a sudden, he no longer felt the drops of rain falling on him. Yet, it got darker and he could still hear the rain drops fall.

“You’re welcome.”

Were the words that came from the voice of a woman, a woman he knew; Kathy.

He opened his eyes (this whole time he had been swearing with his eyes closed) and looked at Kathy. She seemed happy to see him and she was actually holding an umbrella over both of them with a smile that could make any mans day.

“What do you want Kathy?”

“Sheesh! Can’t you a least be a little happy and thankful that I am here?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, weren't you yelling about how you didn't have an umbrella and that the universe hated you, blah, blah, blah?”

“Yeah, so what’s your point?”

“SO MEAN! Thanks to me, you won’t be getting sick! Aren't you happy about that?”

“Well yeah but I was actually worried about my book getting wet and—I”

“Are you serious right now? Okay, let me get this straight, you were mad at the universe, THE UNIVERSE! Not because you were getting wet, no, but because your books might get wet?!

A word to the wise, never piss off a woman that just came to help you out. It never will end well for you.

Once again, if you thought sailors could swear or if you believed DUDE had raised the bar. Neither of them could hold a candle to the verbal beat down Kathy unleashed on DUDE. Not to sound cliché but the words have been omitted due to possible lawsuits and or fear that the publisher would not even allow the book to be published had I included this in the story, nonetheless, DUDE seemed unaffected by the whole event and just got up and began to walk away.

“Wait! Where are you going DUDE?”

“Home, where else would I be going?”

“Can I come?”

“No.”

Of course, regardless of what he responded, Kathy was still going to follow him. She always did. Sometimes people don’t realize what they have out in front of them and DUDE was no exception to this. DUDE may be excellent at interpreting works of literature and complex formulas, but he was an amateur at best when it came to interpreting the woman that loved him; A real shame.

Italian Poem pic...

2012-07-24T20:49:00.002-04:00

Senza te: Enjoy!

(Click on the image to enlarge)

E-Readers, Which one is the best?

2012-07-03T15:52:00.003-04:00

So, I am considering purchasing an e-Reader, its been a while since I have been around one ( and that was a Kobo). E readers have come a long way since I last worked at a book store a few years ago (RIP Borders Books). My question to everyone is which one do you recommend? I've placed a couple below...check it out and comment below!

-Juan

Interesting Summer Ideas...

2012-07-02T09:13:00.004-04:00

With summer now in full swing, I would like to take a moment and share some suggestions of places to check out this summer or, if the economy is delaying a much needed vacation, within a year's time. here are a few locations to look into within the following U.S. cities of New York, Chicago and Miami(2013):

I will start with the city I grew up loving and admiring: NYC. One of NYC's biggest tourist attractions is the Broadway scene and in honor of that I recommend visiting the Eugene O'Neill Theatre. Currently, they are showcasing "The Book of Mormon", a show that has won nine Tony Awards and one Grammy Award for "Best Musical Theater Album" for tickets and showtimes: Eugene Oneill Theatre Tickets. Now if you are in the Midwest, there is no place like Chicago. Like NYC, there are so many things to do, but personally, I'd recommend heading over to the United Center, especially since a true legend of music Niel Diamond will be playing there this Friday, July 6th! They also will be hosting the Circus and other cool events all the way through the remainder of the year. For information on this and other events at the United Center: United Center Tickets. Finally, for my friends who live or want to head south and enjoy beautiful Florida but may not have the financial resources to go now, fret not, you can always make plans for next Spring as the Tennis Center at Crandon Park in Miami will be hosting the Sony Ericsson Open in 2013! More info at Crandon Park Tickets

New ebook: Vivencias

2012-06-26T18:23:00.003-04:00

New ebook out on Lulu.com! Coming soon to iTunes and Nook!

(to view it click on the cover)

Se Busca

2012-06-26T14:23:00.001-04:00

Cada día, intento avivar el fuego.

Pero solo cenizas quedan.

Intento de cien maneras de encontrarte,

mientras tu hayas mil para esquivarme.

Cuando creo haberte hallado,

te zafas y escapas por otro lado.

No entiendo la razón porque, después de tantos años juntos

te levantas y te vas como si nada.

Que hice para merecerme esto?

Me siento lleno de angustias

y al mismo tiempo solo y sin rumbo,

como las olas del mar.

Mi corazón me llena de ideas y esperanzas

mas en realidad, ya no palpita y solo produce murmullos.

Murmullos que asfixian mi imaginación

al igual que destrozan mi ser.

El poeta está solo, sin ropa y ningún lugar de reposo.

de perdidas escribo en un papel un anuncio para la cuidad.

SE BUSCA: Inspiración.

How a story is made in my mind

2012-06-14T19:07:00.004-04:00

While walking down Summit Avenue to visit an old friend, I stumbled upon a scene that touched me deeply.
It wasn't a romantic scene with a dashing woman swept off her feet by a gentlemen fully drunk with love and admiration for her. Nor was it a devastating scene that would scare me for life, well maybe, but it wasn't gory or brutal. The truth is, this was an ordinary scene that would probably impact the masses had it occurred in Haiti or any poverty-stricken nation. But this happened right here in the USA!

Perhaps my reaction was exaggerated, but here it goes: While walking down the street as I noticed the wonderful afternoon sky and felt the cool breeze along with the sounds and conversations of any small city. It was the perfect evening...until I noticed the boy. He was small, a bit chunky, and he was probably age eight or nine. He was struggling to walk down the street and although I could only observe from behind, his body expression seemed to hint he was looking up to the sky in frustration and a bit sad. The child was carrying three book bags and as he passed people on the street he was looked upon by them. To some people it was the look of sympathy and to other people it was the look of contempt; they had a lot of contempt for his parents, at least, that was what I could gauge from their looks.

After seeing this for a good thirty seconds, I could not stay there and become one with the crowd. I was determined to help this child carry the burden. No sooner had I decided when the kid dropped all the bags on the street, clearly tired from carrying the burden. I approached him and asked if he needed help. When he looked at me, I saw his face change from a kid who was tired and frustrated by his situation, into a child with a huge smile and renewed strength. He gave me the heaviest one but was determined to carry the other two and we set out towards his destination.

During our walk towards his home, I insisted numerous times to allow me to carry one more if not all the bags so he wouldn't get tired. He simply smiled and said, "it's ok, I can do it." so we kept walking. Once we got to his destination he simply took the heavy bag, put it on his shoulder and ran the stairs and once he was at the door, he turned around and thanked me. I was very happy I could help make someone's day, even if that someone was a child.

So, how does this explain how I make a story? Writers, as a close friend of mine once said: "Observe life through a different lens and then writes about it." I believe this is part of what we do. Whenever I write a poem that describes an emotion like a mother towards her only son, for example, I try to imagine how I would feel as the mother or father of that child. When it comes to story telling, especially short stories, the challenge is conveying a story and a message that will reach the reader and hopefully create a lasting impact on the reader.

Get a strike with a fuzzy decorative dice...or with hard work and dedication

To that end, whenever I write a story I try to make it interesting and like most writers, I do research. However, there are some things that happen in our everyday lives that can create an impact and are in reality, simple things. This situation with the boy I encountered can be interpreted in many ways and with each interpretation there will be those that like it and those that don't. I hope this post gives everyone an insight as to how it is writers work.

Juan

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First post on hitRECord

2012-06-04T02:13:00.005-04:00

Just testing the waters to see where this leads...

http://www.hitrecord.org/records/789671

Preview: Page 1 of a my new story

2012-05-29T13:17:00.000-04:00

Currently writing some stories for a new ebook. Here's a little preview of page 1, comment your thoughts and share! -Juan.

The morning sky was clear and the birds were silent in the small city of Lessertown. The market was still closed and the city fountain had not yet begun to flow with its fresh (and quite tasty) cool water. Yet, for Mark, it made no difference. He was too busy worrying about important and relevant things, such as his writers block.

Now, Mark was no stranger to “writers block” after all, he was an established world-class author. However, like all writers, “writers block” is his worst enemy second to only the absence of his typewriter. ..And the absence of his whiskey, but that is another story.

“This blasted blockade is driving me nuts! NUTS!!!!” He yelled frantically, almost to the point of insanity.

“Well those nuts better cough up the money you need to pay the rent!” yelled his landlady. He lived in the apartment directly above her and with a town as quiet as this you could even hear the sound of a pen falling. This was one of those moments where peace and quiet did more harm than good for Mark.

“Ha ha ha, don’t worry madam, your rent money is safe” he replied with a nervous chuckle.

“Blast! Now why did I have to yell out loud!” he whispered to himself.

“This town is too quiet! Anyone can hear what I am saying, how am I supposed to develop any story when nothing ever happens around here?”

“Wait a minute” he stopped and sat down on his desk. He began to repeat his last sentence over and over again. Before long, he looked up and snapped his fingers…

“That’s it!” he exclaimed, “I need to get out; to explore other places” he began to walk in a circle thinking of all the places he could be gathering experience and inspiration for his story.

“Germany! There is a lot of history there! There are Castles and all of the interesting people to meet there!”

“And…he he, not to mention all the booze” he later whispered to himself licking his lips in anticipation of such glorious brews like Spaten and Franziskaner.

“I could go to China! Learn from the Buddhist monks how to meditate and find inspiration in all of nature. That will surely help me in my writing!”

“Perhaps even Australia! Go deep into the outback, and learn from the aborigines the secrets of the mysterious Ayer’s rock and maybe even profit with a story of my own! Take that Robert Layton and Norbert Brockman; I can see it now, Mark’s Encyclopedia of legends!”

“Hey Mr. Legend, don’t forget to pay the rent before ya leave!”

And just like that, Mark went from being the author of the newest bestseller back to the poor, broke writer living in an apartment in Lessertown...

Poem for my mother (English)

2012-05-13T06:35:00.000-04:00

Ever since my first breath,

You received the first smile of love.

Along with my birth came wisdom

love, and the strength that is granted only to mothers

the moment the Doctor said

"Congratulations, you're a mother"

It is thanks to you that I learned the meaning of true love

I learned about love's power

even if it just stems from a simple flower.

The moment my tiny eyes opened and saw you for the first time,

without knowing it, I saw the closest thing to the love of God,

The love of a Mother.

When I cried, laughed or said my first words

You were there to console me, laughed with me

and you were there anxious to listen to my voice for the first time.

Whenever I'd fall and hurt myself,

You were there to remind me to be strong and that life gives harder hits

When it seemed that our family would break apart,

You gave us the strength to overcome that dark chapter.

When we lost our twin siblings,

God used you and brought us our little brother:

A young man full of wisdom and love that far surpasses any understanding.

When I was heartbroken due to unrequited love,

You were there to show me that it just wasn't my time yet.

When we all thought our father would no longer be in this world,

You should us the true meaning of faith in the Lord.

It was your example that taught us to the phrase to all our problems:

"Even with all that, God is still faithful and I will praise my God!"

from the first verses you taught me,

to the first tortilla you taught me to make.

You did all that with all the patience and love in the world.

Before anyone knew me as the "good person" that they all admire

before anyone said I was "wise beyond my years"

before anyone believed I had potential for great things

certainly before I won any debate awards

It was you who instilled the essence of a great man that is now a part of me.

Heeding your advice always has saved me from grave mistakes

without your prayers, I probably wouldn't be alive today.

because without your faith, I would probably never have been able to even speak!

without the love you gave to us, we wouldn't love our neighbor as we love ourselves

without your personal testimony, we wouldn't even want to serve God with all our hearts!

Mom, even if I learned a thousand languages

I would still fall short in thanking you

but I will humbly give it a try

because although my words would not even come close

you always told me to give it a try.

Thank you, Gracias, Grazie, Merci, Danke, Arigatou Gozaimasu, Xie, Xie, Obrigado, and all the other

ways to say thank you that I can't begin to speak of.

Mother, you are the most wonderful mother in the universe.

I loved you from the first moment I was in your arms

and even though people may take you for granted

you always press on, no matter the situation

people wonder how you do it,

but, we know the secret:

"Eres mujer y pedazo de otra."

Note: The phrase "Eres mujer y pedazo de otra" is a phrase my mother uses to express that although she is small (4'11/80 lbs) she has the strength of a full sized woman and half of another!

Poem for my Mother (Spanish)

2012-05-13T03:25:00.004-04:00

Desde el primer momento de mi vida

la primera sonrisa de amor vino a tu vida.

conmigo nacio juntamente la sabiduria,

el amor y la fortaleza de mama

que te lleno desde el primero momento que el doctor te dijo

"felicidades, eres una madre".

Contigo aprendi lo que es el verdadero amor

desde el concepto espiritual hasta el sentimiento que esconde la flor.

cuando abri mis ojitos sin saberlo, vi al amor mas cercano al amor de Dios

Cuando lloraba, reia o hable mis primeras palabras

fuiste tu que me consolabas, gozabas conmigo

al igual que estuviste ahi para escuchar mi voz por primera vez.

Cuando cai y perdi mis dientes

ahi estuviste para ayudarme.

Cuando parecia que nuestra familia ya se iba destruir

nos diste la fuerza para poder sobrepasar esa dura etapa

Cuando no podia resolver problemas de matematicas

ahi estuviste empujandome para que no me rindiera

Cuando perdimos a nuestros hermanos gemelos

Dios te uso para traernos a nuestro hermanito

un joven con una sabiduria y amor que solo nos pudo haber dado Dios

Cuando tuve el corazon partido a causa de un amor que no me correspondia

ahi estuviste para ensenarme que no era el tiempo para mi

Cuando pensabamos que Papa ya no estaria en este mundo

tu nos ensenaste a tener fe en Dios.

Fue tu ejemplo que nos enseno a decirle a los problemas

"Aun con todo esto, alabo a mi Dios, el sigue siendo fiel."

desde mis primeros versiculos a mi primera tortilla

me ensenaste con mucha paciencia y amor.

Antes de que fuese el buen muchacho que todos admiran

Antes de que me llamaran "sabio" por mis esfuerzos

Antes de que alguien pensara que yo tuviera potencial para hacer grandes cosas

Antes de que ganara debates y llegara lejos

fuiste tu quien puso en mi, la esencia de un hombre bueno.

Fueron tus consejos que me salvaron de miles de errores

Sin tus oraciones a Dios, hoy jamas hubiese occurido

pues sin tu fe, yo no pudiera ni hablar

sin tu amor, no ayudaria al projimo

y sin tu testimonio no supiera lo que es servirle a Dios de corazon

Mama, ni aun aprendiendo mil idiomas pudiera agradecer todo lo has hecho

y mucho menos poder describir lo que siento por ti.

Pero humildemente hare el intento

porque aunque palabras no alcanzan,

siempre me dijiste que hiciera el intento

Gracias, Thank you, Grazie, Danke, Arigatou Gozaimasu, Xie Xie, Obrigado, y todas las maneras de decir gracias no me alcanzan.

Mama, eres la mujer mas maravillosa del universo

desde ese primer momento que me tuviste en tus brazos te ame

y tal ves no le signifiques nada a la gente

pero siempre sigues adelante no importa la circunstancia

pero nosotros tus hijos sabemos bien tu secreto:

Eres mujer y pedazo de otra.

End of Tax season, beginning of writing season

2012-04-20T11:15:00.000-04:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am officially back into my writing full time again and expect to see new material here and on lulu.com as well as google books in May! I hope you will enjoy my stories, poems and thoughts as much as I enjoyed writing them!

Regards,

Juan

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2012-04-06T22:32:00.000-04:00

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La Paura(rough draft)

2012-03-30T22:55:00.000-04:00

Ok so I am working on writing a few poems in Italian...If anyone that's a native speaker or proficient can help me, I will really appreciate it. In the meantime, enjoy!

Ho molto paura...

perche? non lo so.

ma ho una paura fortissima
in il mio coure. sento il sonido di un anima cercana a me.
mi chiama giorno a giorno....

Perche? Non lo so...

Non sapevono perche questa anima ha paura.
pero pianga tutte le notte.

Mi manchi Giovanni...

Perche? Non lo so!

quando me alzo in la mattina me ricordo di il sogno malevolo
di questa voce che mi chiama tutte le notte.
sara che questa vita e come l'acqua che scorre
questa e la mia vita senza te.

senza te non prendono niente
senza te non posso dormire senza paura
senza te non posso vivire
parlami, sentimi, bacciami e amami

perche? perche tu sei la mia vita!

Non ho paura oggi, perche tu sei la ragione per vivire.

First post of 2012: Dreams, a poem.

2012-01-26T19:48:00.000-05:00

I know it has been a while, but here is my first post of the year! Enjoy!

Juan.

In the early hours of the morning it seems that the best thing to do
is to sleep and fade into the darkness of sleep.
However, I will never fade.
I will not falter, nor will I be ignored like the floor beneath the altar.
I have awakened the hopes and potential of mankind for centuries now.
Today, I shall awaken yours.

How much longer will you dwell in this cesspool of regret?
Your actions and expressions are similar
to the hopeless man who just lost the ultimate bet.

Can you hear me?

Or are the sounds of sorrow and despair so loud that you can’t hear my voice?
Open your eyes to what I am trying to show you!
It seems like you have sealed your eyes shut with glue.
Why do you conform to what is beneath you?
Why do you insist on becoming everything you’re not?!
People will always hate no matter what you do.
Don’t let them choose your fate.

Who do I think I am?
Why won’t I leave you alone?
When will I cease to insist on you?

I am the reason there is a Hoover dam
I created the world’s greatest cell phone
Without me, progress would not exist!

Tonight I want to give you that which makes humanity special.
I want to give you the push into new territory.

I want you to make history.

Will you allow me the chance to give you the key to the future?

Just who am I exactly you ask?
Goodness! I thought you would never ask!
I am the one who will give you your life’s task.
I am your dreams.

Short story Excerpt

2011-12-25T01:17:00.000-05:00

So I am working on another short story, here's an excerpt inspired by a friend...I tried to incorporate my poetry with my story writing, I hope you can enjoy!

John and Laura had spent all day in the fields talking for hours about nothing, like most couples who are in love tend to do, however Laura did not fall for him until that night, John's words finally after all these years finally struck a chord in her heart, call it a love song or fate, but his words went as follows:

"Laura, its night time already, but check this out. You see those stars?"

"yeah"

"each star you see is an I love you from me, because like them my love is infinite."

"John, what are you-"

"Laura, please, let me finish, after tomorrow I leave for the war, I may not be able to have this chance again"

"ok.."

"those stars with all their light, couldn't hold a candle to the light that you shine in me.
Your kisses break my chains of agony from this messed up world, even your smile!"

"Jesus, your smile.."

"your smile alone is enough to erase any doubts of what is right and good."

"but you know what else Laura?"

"wha-what?" she said, trying to hide her obvious blushing

"your embrace...in your embrace I feel strong enough to finish any race, no matter what the obstacles, as long as you are with me I can take on the world!"

"Stop it! you sound like a teenager"

"I'm sorry love, but you made me become born anew...I...cannot..."

Before he could say another word, she kissed him well into the night and as you can assume a night full of love and passion ensued well into sunrise. The new day however is a story for another time...

Poetry Prompt Dec. 8th...Person from my past.(Misael)

2011-12-09T01:54:00.000-05:00

A poetry prompt from Poetry & Writers Magazine, Enjoy!

Think of a person from your past, someone you wish you'd gotten to know better and have always remembered. Think about why you wish you'd gotten to know this person better. Write a poem to this person, exploring what it was about him or her that has remained with you, even though the person hasn't.

The first night I played soccer was the first time we got to play and really have fun.
We had so much energy that we could have played all the way until the arrival of the sun.
You were the main inspiration for me to pick up a saxophone.
I will never forget you no matter how many years pass.

I could never beat you at chess, but when it came to English, you were a mess!
You always had a smile no matter what the situation.
It is because of you that I now know the joys of being a Madridista!
You taught me how to be a Xeneize and a true example of a good man.
How I wish you were still around! I can't believe that I am now a man!

Your life was amazing; your legacy enduring!
That saturday afternoon I had the worst dream imaginable
A car crashing with blood on the pavement.
A phone rings; I wake up.
Hello?
an instant chill down my spine.
Your life was on the line.

I did not realize,
how the pain would materialize.
That Saturday night, I felt like I had lost all my might.
The last grain fell from the sand clock.
And at that moment, I literally felt out of luck.

My cousin was taken from me.
we all wept as your killer laughed at your dead corpse.
All you wanted was to share the gospel of eternal life.
Yet, you met the end of yours for simply being you.
How I wish you were alive.
To tell me Juan be strong, don't give up.

Over 2,000 miles separated us for years
and the few months we could spend together were happy times.
I wish you could have lived longer.
I would have been much stronger.

That day, the world lost an angel
and his name was Misael...I miss you primo!

Thanksgiving series: To my special friends...Thank you!

2011-11-21T23:56:00.000-05:00

In honor of Thanksgiving, this is one of many reasons why I am thankful...

Loyalty is what unites us,
Understanting each of our struggles
In any situation, no matter where we are
Surveying the world for a sign of each other

Caring for one another
Helping those in need
Reminding ourselves to enjoy life a little
Instantly comprehending what we mean just by the expression we make
Supporting each other no matter what the circumstance

Determined to succeed.
Analyzing the words between the lines
Never failing a friend in need
Inspiring others to lead
Even if you're far away and don't believe me
Life will show you what I am saying is true

Real honesty is hard to find,
However with you its a goldmine!
Ordinary would be an injustice to describe you, because you're extraordinary!
Distant only in the flesh, because you're
Always there for me!

Jokes and rants
Undergoing changes and learning more each day
Always glad to hear your voice
Never too busy for you

I am thankful to have shared part of my life with all of you
No matter where we go in the future...

Somehow, we'll always find a way,
Plan an outing or
Calling each other via skype,no matter what the weather!

Thank you for being my friends!

P.S. We all know who is getting judged for their absence in this picture...

Enter the ring of life: A personal reflection.

2011-11-17T01:27:00.000-05:00

For many people in the stands, it would be another Wednesday afternoon bullfight. However, this
show was to be different. The bull decided to escape the arena and hopped into the stands...much to the horror of those present. The bull's mission was a success; it escaped to live another day.

Now before I go on further into this story, I want to explain a few things. This is not a blog about animal cruelty or tragedy in arenas. The purpose is to use this as a metaphor to explain something deeper, if I may say so. Many of us are like the bulls in the arena of life. We are all fighting to move on or to just survive in this crazy world. However, sometimes we feel that before we could completely tackle one problem...BAM! We're hit by another problem.

Bullfighters don't fight the bull alone, as a matter of fact they are usually assisted by other "Matadores" to distract the bull and weaken it enough so that the "Torero" can deliver the final blow. This sounds cruel and gruesome, and it is. Nevertheless, the same idea applies to our lives. Many times we find ourselves like the bull. cornered, stabbed from many directions and weakened by life's trails and tribulations only to be given that final blow of defeat. And thus give the spectators (our critics, enemies and in some cases even our own family) the satisfaction of seeing us fall.

Nature has an interesting way of teaching us new things. It chooses places, events or creatures to send a powerful message to those who are willing to listen. Today's instructor: The bull.
this creature has done what many spectators never expect the bull to do; escape. Rather than stay distracted and weakened until its "inevitable doom" it began to run for a way out of its problem. Now this may seem like nothing at first, but consider the fact that bull's feet are not exactly made for climbing. Its body is not one to gracefully climb and jump away, yet, this creature pulled it off.

How many of us (myself included)zero in on our own problems and forget to see the big picture. Many times we feel desperate and are so bombarded by our problems that we fail to see that escape route, much less attempt it. If a bull with a body not built for climbing can escape a bullfight...how much more can human beings accomplish?!

I hope this little reflection inspires and helps many who like me are going through tough times, especially in this uncertain global economy.

Juan