Darth

  

(Barking)

I’m Darth
I’m Darth
I’m Darth

Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?

Outside in the rain
In the snow
In the dark
Alone with the wolves again…

I see you a few minutes a day
I see you walk right pass me
But you don’t really see me
You’re too busy to see me
Wagging my tail away

(Barking)
I’m Darth
I’m Darth
I’m Darth!

Maybe I’m too old
Saggy eyes
Mud covering my thick black fur
That made you think of Darth Vader
These scars on my shoulders
Maybe they scare you?

Waiting all night long
Till  the break of dawn
for a pet on my head
Like you used to do
when you were a baby
Remember those times?

I still remember you

I got the light saber stick
You got me one Christmas
Back when I was still
Allowed inside

I still got the Darth Vader
That I was named after
now turned to pieces
decapitated and lifeless
And the Jedi Frisbee
And your Star Wars blankie
That still has your scent
Will you come play with me?

We were inseparable
We were the best of friends
I thought we were invincible
Playing in the park
You couldn’t wait to get off
The car to hug me
And kiss me…
Remember those kisses?

Now I’m just only a pest
A mat on your driveway
You hardly say hello
Let alone feed me… Anyways…
still I long to hug you
and kiss you…
Maybe next summer, or spring, or fall?

Nights are getting colder
Sleeping outside on the snow… Darkness getting longer and longer 

I grabbed The Star Wars blankie that you used to love… Remember the blankie? Now it’s Wet and colorless, never washed, never hang to dry like mom used to do…
I see Mom sometimes
Yet you never notice she’s right there beside you as she smiles
She wears a white gown
younger than I ever remember her by
Floating over the dead grass
By the tree that you stopped watering down 
the rest of the garden that’s a sad reminder:
Dead petunias, thorny rose bushes tangled with tumbleweeds, ants and spiders
And the empty nests, cracked egg shells Next to the birdfeeder
Now just a memory
A sad memory
Of how things used to be here

I heard your pickup truck’s engine run
A few days ago
Before dawn
There was a full moon that night
You took off Running
kicking dust and you were gone
Once on the driver’s seat
you never looked back
never did you say goodbye
or even filled my water… or simply a pat
I was only furniture, an old appliance, a piece of the landscape or simply a mat
Did you not see me wagging my tail?
Did you not hear me barking, crying and wail?
Did you not see mom shaking her head to no avail?
She was standing next to you… Did you not see her right there?

Don’t know if I’m awake
Or if I’m dreaming…
I don’t hear any trucks go by and the dirt road is dust collecting
Lost the strength to even lift up from head from the muddy ground… 
Hard time breathing 
Whether it’s hot or cold My body is constantly  shaking… Blurry vision… Slowly breathing… Dried up nose smelling nothin’… Eyes now closing…

Mom came back and picked me up 
I lick her angelic face
In her arms, saved by her grace
Covered from the sun heat by her white, long hair… Darth is in a daze!
Freed from my collar
Freed from the pain… 

Running on the green grass
Among the tulips and the red roses…
She’s looking at me and smiles
She’s glowing with love
And I run to her… She smells like roses…
My bark ever so loud, mom’s pride and joy, guardian of my home…

I’m Darth, I’m Darth, I’m Darth!!!

The Well

Poetry is like water

Taken from that well

Buckets of bliss 

Buckets of tears 

Words can heal

But also can kill

Be wise

And choose yours well.
Poetry is a weapon

And words your ammunition.

The Word is Hate

I HATE the word HATE

Did you notice that sentence above? Did you notice how I used HATE twice in the same sentence? Do you realize how bad this is?

I know that should be a positive statement. A statement that reads that I’m a lover not a hater but still… Do I need to use the word HATE? 

I believe that we all get so accustomed  to say the word HATE that, when push comes to shove, we don’t really mean it. 

We might say “I hate my life” because we run into traffic and are late for work. 

We also say “I hate you” when we really mean to say that they’ve upset us and we need a little space at the moment.

We might say “I hate this or I hate that” instead of just saying “this is not my cup of tea” or “not my type of music/movie/art but I appreciate it for what it is and everybody has different tastes.”

I believe we use the word HATE too sparingly till it becomes second nature and we don’t think of its consequences. We don’t think that we can affect people with the word HATE, that it’s harmless and has no weight. We are wrong.

I’m not gonna get on a soapbox and take a stand against the word HATE. I use it ALL the time myself so I cannot preach and declare that everybody stops using the word HATE for that will be imposing something that I need to work on myself.

I see it as a way to eliminate HATE from my life, in every shape and form. Along with other spiteful words, HATE comes with consequences and it hurts people, belittles them. Even kills. I don’t want to be a bully. I don’t want to be a hater, I’m a lover.

So I have decided to take a pledge that I shall not say, write or even think of the word HATE. I don’t want to give that word much importance for I have a choice of words that I can use that will describe how I feel in detail instead of simply hating. This is a personal decision that I don’t expect anyone else to follow.

From now on I shall replace the word HATE with the word LOVE. For instance, “I hate my life” can become “I LOVE my life even when things seems to work against me today, I will look at the upside of things. Today is a good day.” It’s THAT simple. Don’t you just LOVE it?

Last Embrace

The auditorium is vast

the crowd is going wild

music is soothing the pain

so much suffering

it’s almost over

almost over

Let’s embrace

in one last kiss

hold each other

as the bombs drop

around us

destruction

murder

chaos

blood all over the stage

Remember this last kiss

always remember me for we may not meet again

it took centuries before we met

it make take centuries

to meet again

if we ever do…

Kiss me one last time

as the bomb drop

and our faces melt

and our bodies get buried under the rubble

your hands ’round my body

hold me tight…

This moment’s ours

this moment is forever.

Hotel Mercure 11:55 Paris Time

I breathe art, I love creating new frontiers whether I’m writing a poem, reciting, singing, playing cajón or congas, drawing, dancing… I’m creating every day something new and beautiful and I look around Paris and all I see is art, in the Louvre, on the streets, riding the Metro, watching people perform music for Euro cents, free art that is for everyone to see and enjoy. 

  

Mother Earth

  

Mother can’t bare it anymore

The abuse

the neglect

the carelessness

the rape so

She screams

quakes

erupts

And floods

In protest

Yet her children choose not to listen

And continue feeding off 

her endless generosity 
Mother Earth

Awaits patiently

But not for long 

© 4/22/15 Earth Day 

Victor Sotomayor 

Impostor

(Response to inner chatter)

An impostor? You called me an impostor? Why? Cuz I’m having a tough time at work? Why? Cuz it’s easier to point a finger and then walk away? Why don’t you stay a while and see how I struggle when you leave? You just blurt out those negative words and now you walk away…

Today I say to you: you are the impostor! I call you out so whatcha gonna do? You think I’m scared of you? What can you do to me that you haven’t already? Your words can’t hurt me anymore… See the impostor leave the stage… And never come back!

Gracias a la Poesía 

Gracias por permitir que este corazón latiera a un día más

Gracias por dejarme descubrir el poder de la palabra

Gracias por visitarme en las horas inoportunas del día y de la noche e implantar estos pensamientos de amor y compasión

Gracias por mostrarme la luz en la hora más oscura

Gracias por la poesía

Gracias por la música

Gracias por tu amistad

Y por no dejarme ir

Veo tus huellas en la arena

Veo cómo me has llevado en sus brazos en el peor de los tiempos

Gracias, mi Señor, y bendice a todos los que lean este poema. Amén.