Poetry by Marino Leyba

Yearing
By Marino Leyba

A bike ride to the other side of
town, a girl with blond hair, a pool
and an ice skating rink.

A car drive minutes before six
a hand reaching out toward mine, an
embrace, a passionate kiss.

A falling in love, a romance, the
sweetest thing
The snow falls yet they are warm
Inside spring.

Nothing lasts forever, just like the seasons
That begin and end, so therefore their
love, yet love never truly ends.

Wait for / Phoenix
By Marino Leyba

The road I’m on …
My soul seems gone,
Like the wicked wind when it whispers
Sweet nothings into the air.
It appears and then it seems to
Disappear.

Poof and then it’s gone!
A love, a romance, the sweetest song!

It’s exactly like when the final
Golden/brownish leaf falls from the last
Autumn tree.
It’s like the longing for nostalgia, to
Be home, to be free!

Something wicked comes and I can
not see.
Something wicked comes and I know
It’s for me.
I’ve eaten from the forbidden fruit.
I’ve been to the garden of Adam and
Eve.

I’ve watched the rain fall and
Flood the earth.
I’ve traveled a great distance
Just to prove my worth!

When the storms came, I remained.
I stayed looking in from the outside.
Like the dark gray clouds above I cried
When nobody else cried.

The road I’m on…

It feels like I’ve just begun.
It’s foggy out and I miss the sun.
Has my path split, is it finally done?
My jog?
My walk?
My run?

I hymn, because it was foretold I
Would be the one
But is that true or am I just
Another one?

I don’t want to sink in the sand.
I want to be great like the way
The Egyptian pyramids still stand!

Can I make something greater than
Myself?
Can I create something that will out
Last the test of time?
Pour out my heart, my soul, give you
The best wine?

Without the grapes!

Do watever it takes to transform,
Burn with all the black and gray
Ashes to be reborn.

I’m calming before a great storm.
Be still, then tell me this type of art
You can wait for.
 
My Heart Stops
By Marino Leyba

Seven O’ clock is this when my heart
stops?
I can’t see, what is it this time,
what does eternity have for me, I’m
sick of being inside this box, all I
hear is my concise talk, I’m a good
person, but personally it doesn’t even
matter, my dreams have been stolen,
my soul has been battered.
I’m shattered as the tears run down
my face, I miss my mom but she’s
in another place.

I’m shook, too much this life has
took, I’m spooked.

End of a chapter or end of an
age, I’m enraged with the lack of
the justice, trust us, is what they say
as I fade to gray.
Thunderstorms are coming from the
north, my hearts locked down at the
port of no entry.
The rains fall but I’ve been here
for a quarter century.

I wish the fires would engulf me
from the west, I wish the hurricanes would
Come for me, so I could finally rest.

I wait on the ancient ones return.
I wait as the wind blows each
Year.
My vessel is destroyed, my mind is
deployed.

Self-concerned, I’ve cared too much, so
this is how my house is burnt to
dust.

Candlelit, the wind flickers my being
inside, I feel like it, I might just
quit.
Hit and miss as death comes down
with its sweet kiss but for one more
moment let’s reminisce.

Seven O’ clock is this when my heart
stops?
I can’t see, what is it this time…

Children of the Grave
By Marino Leyba

I feel like a child of the grave,
yet I know this cannot be true
because of the Messiah I am saved.
The price was paid, the road was paved.
I escaped my eternal fate,
now I wait to see heaven’s pearly gates.

I was not that bad in life,
yet I was never a perfect angel.
The devil devours, and our souls
he would love to strangle.
Because of Christ, because he dangled!

We have that hope,
I may never be perfect in life
but at least I know
I will not have to hang from that rope.

Because of Adam and Eve’s behavior,
we all need a Savior.

You may find it hard to believe,
yet the ancient one loves you,
and all he asks is you confess and believe.
The creator of the universe, he made everything,
just look at the beautiful birds and the bees,
all of nature, all of the trees,
the land and the seas.

Although at the current moment
you may feel like you are buried in a tomb,
just know that even when you feel
like you are a child of the grave,
there is always hope that you can be saved too!

In my heart of hearts
I know if you confess and believe,
just between you and God,
you will be free.

Deep into the Night
By Marino Leyba

The part of her that had been my lover, my wife, my true love, the love of my life.
Deep into the night, the sight of blue flowers.
I felt compelled to get into the tongue of the river.
I took my clothes off and plunged in.
It is cold and it is winter, the water is ice and I shiver.
I couldn’t believe this thought, the unreality of it: I was in agony, destroyed over her death.
It made me question the fairness of the world, the existence of God, the nature of my own existence.
To express loss on this level is to cross a boundary.
To express loss on this level is similar to one drowning.
Perhaps we can love too deeply?
In my grief addled state, the story seemed to be about something else completely.
Deep into the night, the sight of the blue flowers.
This loss would mean something else entirely.
Too much love, too much sorrow, I am expiring!
Sometimes a story is not about anything except what it is about.
I understand that I am not going to get her back, that I will not have her for all the days of my life.
So many ways of crying tears, so many kinds of tears.
We act like all losses are equal.
But they are not!
Most of you know nothing about me, yet you make grossly inexact comparisons and hope that they will do.
Suffering is a disease.
I wait, naked, and alone in my bed feeling myself levitate from the pain.
I took my clothes off and plunged in.
Deep into the night, the sight of the blue flowers.
I dove under one more time.
Too much love, really too much love.
The part of her that had been my lover, my wife, my true love, the love of my life.
Deep into the night.

Mountain Tops
By Marino Leyba

My heart is heavy.
I feel all but complete. I’m an endurance runner that hasn’t reached his peak.
Mountain tops look far away as I stare up from the valley.
How does my journey end? Can anyone tell me?

I’m climbing, looking for a diamond.

The terrain, the heat, the cold, the rain. The pain!

It’s rugged. I feel like I won’t finish, then I remember I’m above it.

I was made for this!
I’ve been trained for this!

I know it takes me a little bit longer to overcome the obstacles.
I’m optimal.

So choose wisely, even when I’m down and out.
I can still be surprising.

The sunshine always comes after the thunder and lightning.
What it takes to paint the perfect picture is frightening.

Pain, sweat, and tears; the struggle of almost being taken under by your worst fears.

I’m just like you, a human who’s imperfect, working on improvement.
Praying to God I don’t lose it!

I shadowbox the air as I run, continue to keep my pace even when some would love to see me come undone.

I’m struggling, I can’t lie, but the race isn’t finished so I fly.

Controlled breathing, approaching the end and beginning of another season.
I’m headed to the place where the crystal sea ends.

It’s been an unexpected journey, I’ve lost time, made some mistakes and I’m still learning.
There’s a passion inside, a hunger, a fire that keeps burning, enduring.
Just when I think it’s out, it keeps returning.

My heart is heavy.
I feel all but complete; I’m an endurance runner that hasn’t reached his peak.

Commemorative Appreciation
By Marino Leyba

A butterfly has landed
Because of you volunteers we are granted
An outlet
We may be trapped inside a tomb
Buried alive
Yet because of you we survive
Through our mind’s eye
We are grateful
Thankful
We can’t really express it
You volunteers take your time to help us
Give hope when it is all but choked out
You could be doing other things with your time
Yet you truly care
You shine
In my mind
I’m thankful
I sincerely mean it
Because of you
Our dreams
We dream it
Humanity
We see it
It may not abound or be found in everyone
Yet through your actions we see the sun
You volunteers give hope to the hopeless
Thank you
Now we can focus
It takes someone really special
To give value to the downcast
You are our heartbeat
Because of you we outlast
Some of us could be dead
Yet because of some of the things that we’ve read
We fly instead
You have invested
In a caterpillar
Metamorphoses are taking place
To the volunteers thank you for being our saving grace

Genesis
By Marino K. Leyba

For the moment this pain, I own it, I’m
unable to control it just like the lottery
but instead of winning I make pottery

So please don’t bother me as I hit and
Miss, death comes down with its sweet kiss
But for the moment,
Lets reminisce of genesis, and my first
Kiss, the ones I miss, even my nemesis

So what’s behind that, I sent a
message to the world, but I get no
reply back

As I sit and think, I ask questions
Like will I sink or will I peak, I
Wink because I know my situation
Is bleak.

As I’m sitting by the creek, I can
Hear them doublespeak, my physique is weak,
My technique unique,
But I feel I haven’t slept in a
Week or so I think.

It seems like it, the road I’m on,
I know my dreams might split, so
Any change for survival,
Let’s hope it, I float with the
Omnipotent, anything
You wrote down he already wrote it,
So my advice, lets roll the dice, as
We hit and miss and watch death
Come down with its sweet
Kiss, but for the moment let’s reminisce,
This is my genesis.

Expanding my Horizon
By Marino K. Leyba

A mist, a soft breeze comes over me,
Unexpectedly.

I’m alone, and so far from home

I’m left open, I’m vulnerable to the
Elements

The skylight, the twilight.
I made a vow that night.
I made a vow to continue my search
I made a vow from the sea to emerge.

Brilliant flashed of light, Illuminate me!
A living legend, who can it be?
I’ve become distracted by their spectacle
I reflect, and so…
I call it “expanding my horizon”
My dreams go far beyond, where the
Sky ends
I feel the universe cannot contain me

There’s thunder, lightning, it’s raining, but
this is all just a part of my
painting

I can see, the sea almost changing
Bluebirds and red robins, I gave her my
Heart, so I am all in

At this moment in time, I’m fallen.

What this means, pictures and themes.
I’ll paint a million pictures with dreams.
Spark, imagination with scenes because
Everything is not as it seems.
Vivid colors, flowers, and trees.
I’ve got powers to freeze.
Suspended in time, I’ve been befriended
With rhymes.
I’ve been befriended with lines. I’m clever
At times, but I’m barely alive

Is it because of humanity? I’m glad you see because this worldwide tragedy,
Has caused me to become above average.
Averagely!

I still need help from a girl who
Can manage me.
Intriguing? I’m leaving the forest glade.
Ultimately, there’s nothing more to say.
Hours and minutes, my powers diminish.
Brilliant flashes of light, illuminate me!
A living legend, who can it be?
I’ve become distracted by their spectacle.
I reflect, and so…
I call it, “expanding my horizon”
My dreams go far beyond, where the
Sky ends

The universe cannot contain me.
There’s thunder, lightning, it’s raining, but this is all just a part of my painting.

My Life
By Marino K. Leyba

The clouds burst as I sit and reflect–
Genesis this is where I begin–this is where I start–my heart!
–Strip me bare until I’m left naked, until I am vulnerable.
Let the fires test me, let the elements come!
–I am no closer to home with each and every passing breath.
I am closer to home as my body decays and my soul is all that is left!
–You don’t know me and I would never expect you to–
Aurora Borealis, the sky is me and the way that it dances too!
I have the ability to reflect–and to constructively correct, to very few I owe my respect.
–Emotions are strong and always welling up inside me.
We all want to live forever, yet the cold hard truth is our bodies are slowly dying.
–For you at night I lay awake crying–
–The night sky and what it shows–a blanket full of stars, a soul that is all alone–a life full of scars–The waves come crashing down as I realize–there is no creation as great as ours.
–What we have already accomplished and what we long to be–this insecurity is too strong for me.
Time is infinite–lonely–borrowed, and it does not belong to me or anyone for that matter.
–To god I am incredibly grateful–
–To embrace something so sweet–I close my eyes at night and in my dreams we meet.
I wake up only to find out that I am surrounded by at least ten crumpled sheets of paper, fate is the girl in my dreams and there is no way I can ever escape her.
–There are so many things that I have not done–there are so many things that I have never said–
What does it feel like to be alive and walk around the world already dead?
–I can feel the south wind blowing in the north–the hardest thing for me in life is not knowing why it all falls apart–what is it all for?
–I am left wide-open–I am completely closed–exposed as I humbly watch my soul.
–I know there is still room for improvement–to be the best ever–I’m still trying to prove it.
I don’t need you to validate me, that would just be a lie–I know who I am even if I long for your approval until the day that I die–
–warriors, kings, and slaves–
We are all looking for the great escape.
–I defied death yet once more.
I survived being ship-wrecked by the seashore.
–My delicate soul is always reaching for completely new heights.
I close my eyes, say my prayers, and then I say good night.
–My Life–

Forever on My Own
By Marino K. Leyba

I won’t be here forever, I’ll be gone soon, I’m going to The Misty Mountains, the Valley of the Dark Moon.
Time is something like a black hole.
Hate is my enemy!
Never succumb to the bitterness.
At life I am the bitterest!
Snuffed out like a candlestick.
The flame, the wick.
I am like the moon passively awaiting the sun’s luminosity.
Create a portrait with your words.
Artistry!
There is no one I know working as hard as me.
I sit outside alone, looking at the stars.
Wild flames leaping around, no borderlines, my mind is sparkling.
I’m heading to a nearby creek.
I lay down in the river as my mind begins to peak.
I am a grape destined to be fine wine or an apple heading toward vinegar.
Close my eyes again and then I visit her.
Sandy shores around the Kingdom, the Sea and the Stars.
One with the universe.
I am moving earth!
I’m still looking for someone to rescue me.
Save me.
Maybe you could be my…
I close my eyes then I see my world.
I close my eyes then I see my girl.
Pretty wet skies, the rain turns into snow.
Priceless work of art, a glimpse inside my soul.
No one gets that far alone.
My newest obsession is perfection.
Dripping… Oozing… Soothing…
The heart of a rose is moving.
Cherry blossom, dancing girl, calm your mind.
Forever on my own, until the end of time.

My Religion
By Marino K. Leyba

“What is your religion?”
I mean–not what you know about religion, but the belief that helps you most. There is a Messiah born every day or so they say.
We believe what we want to believe, what we like to believe, what suits us.
We fall in love, adore, show admiration, worship, we are never satisfied, we always want more. We are looking, searching for a flicker of light in a darkened room.
Sometimes we let ourselves believe there is someone out there for us.
Fears of never finding someone.
I have them.
I would like to have a partner who knows…
Her smell leaves me intoxicated.
Her smile lights up my gloomy days.
A beautiful, vulnerable act of love.
My proposition, my position.
I’m afraid I would worship her.
I really am…
Realistically, statistically, I sit and watch as the birds fly away.
The clouds come in, it’s pouring, pouring down burning rain.
Exposed is my beating heart.
I am vulnerable to the elements.
I know them all too well.
Too naive, too deep, I close my eyes and then I fall asleep.
I have emotions, flames of eternal desire, passively awaiting love, passively waiting someone.
Thoughts fluttering frantically.
Words pour out so romantically.
Loyal and dependable when my heart’s on fire.
I find myself inspired.
I’m longing for…
My one and only true heart’s desire.
My religion.

Heart of the Infinite
By Marino Leyba

Amount to what?
Am I way too much as I attempt to touch the moon, the stars, the sky?
I seem to fly high before I die.

Dreams like in a whisper of the air, the leaves fall but I’m no longer there.
I seem to have become a part of the heart of the infinite; I poured out all I was, gave everything; it was all thrown into it.

So when I am deceased I know I will finally be at peace.
My promises, my words, my oaths to keep.

I wanted to make something that would last forever and I’m afraid I did.
I slid into the future, time traveled back into the past, dominated the present and showed the world I was built to last.

I have been on one unforgettable journey.
I have been to heaven and I have always been burning.

So many metaphors and not enough time.
I’m so enlightened yet I know my next line.

Now that is a hard pill to swallow.

Am I way too much as I attempt to touch the moon, the stars, the sky?
I seem to fly high before I die.

Dreams like in a whisper of the air, the leaves fall but I’m no longer there.
I seem to have become a part of the heart of the infinite; I poured out all I was, gave everything; it was all thrown into it.

The Inhumanity
By Marino Leyba

Justice!
Just us!
Even when we are innocent, they are always quick to try and bust us.

Turn up or turn out, truth out, the life we live I am not proud to talk about. Imagine being locked up and there is no way of walking out.
I am barely walking now…

Can you feel the chains?
Can you feel the change?
Prison life is so strange…

We are all just living inside of a cell.
We are not living well.
How are we supposed to excel?
There is no way of really living well!
You’ve heard of heaven on earth, well this place is hell!

Medical barely exists!
“Oh you are bleeding to death; here is a Tylenol; hope it helps with your wrist!”

All day, all we hear is noise and violence, and then they wonder why we lose our minds and pray for a moment of silence.

My eyelids hurt from seeing the same thing, and when I close my eyes at night to dream, it’s always the same thing!

“Slavery does not exist?”
“Mass incarceration is it!”
Why do you think so many American families are broken and left struggling?
The system is broken and the titles they are always juggling.

Why do the police love to misuse their power and make statements that are false; why do they deceive and utter untruths?
Why do they falsify, mislead, misinform, bear false witness, fiction, lies, myths, deception, slander – then resign and justify?

Why do the police always want us all locked up or they want us to die on the inside?

Kickbacks from how many people they lock up and for how many years they do.
They don’t care about any of our families or any of our tears, it’s true!
As a matter of fact, they don’t even care about you!

It’s really quite funny; to them it’s a job and it’s all about money and their fancy trips.
“Taze a suspect and lock him up and forget about him!”

They say we are the bad guys, but they never even look in the mirror.
I bet if they did, they might see things perfectly clear.

Prisons for profit, what does it take to expose true evil?
I swear!
What does it take to stop it? Please don’t shoot; I can’t breathe; can somebody, anybody stop it?
Pop, pop, then the bullets fall out of their pockets!

It’s kinda like they don’t care!
It’s kinda like they don’t care; all I ever see them do is harass people and act like they fight fair.

Cruel oppressive system, so many broken families and so many people that miss them!

Oh the injustice, yet all I ever hear them say is, “Just trust us.”

The inhumanity.
Fourteen year means fourteen scars.
Who can relate to a life behind bars?
A life like ours…

This is what a place like this will do to you. I apologize; I never meant to bring the cold hard truth to you.
Cruel oppressive system.

Fluidly
By Marino Leyba

I had to lose you to truly understand how much I love you.
I have placed no one above you!
I want to hold you and hug you.
You don’t know what it’s like to lose someone you love, until you lose someone you love.
It’s like a waterfall that’s falling seven times, the wind blows and within it is my mind.
The wind blows and I’m trying to rewind time.
The rain falls and those are my tears for all time.
The way I’m feeling, moving, is liquid, I’m quick with…
The thought.
True love, I will never, I forgot.
The truth is I love you a lot.
I’m just mad that I’m not…
I’m just sad that I’m not…
I’m moving fluidly, the thought of you is moving me, like the trees leaves when they dance in the summertime.
Romance in the summertime.
I’m in love with…
I am the summertime!
The clock ticks past me, I’m so tired of all the questions they ask me.
Why won’t they just let me be?
Let me sleep, I’m tired of being bothered with all their theatrics, theatrically…
I suppose there is no match for me.
Fire is hard to contain, it burns everything,
Unintentionally, even the rain, even if I win I still lose because I break even with the pain.
Even if you know my name, I am forever stained like glass windows.
I sit outside alone, heavy as the wind blows.
I love you and miss you, I wish you the best, I still have several giant holes in my chest.
I am cursed and blessed.
Forever immortalized as one of the best.
I had to lose you to truly understand how much I love you.
I have placed no one above you.

Apart From All Others
By Marino Leyba

As we grew older we learned in bit and pieces.
Time is compelling in telling stories.
– Forever –
Forever linked together.
Whisperings of fate and a chance, an encounter with…
Someone –
Anyone –
History would be made.
What else?
Love!
All else would eventually become earth –
Shattering.
What is our main objective in life?
Survival against all odds, adversity, and opposition.
Growing older –
A bit of lore wrapped forever in hushed secrecy and hazed memories.
Into the sunset.
That is where the story begins.
There are many things that are permanently etched on the mind and in the sands of time.
Albeit buried under the…
Prime, dare pursued by passion, a life well lived.
Even in defiance of…
…Time, is…
– Something admirable, bold, and liberating.
Romantic.
Embrace life, it is beautiful and tragic.
Embrace it!
Alluding perhaps, originality, the aura.
Worldly colors, a touch too earthy, too private.
What is love if not deep appreciation of each others bodies?
You don’t love someone for their…
Poetry, what is it?
It comes in bursts, it is subconscious thinking, a feeling.
It is just a measurement of…
– The inroads of intimacy, blossoming outside the city gates of…
Eternity –
My destined doorway is transformation, storytelling, memories and thoughts.
Back and forth, an event so important and memorable it changes time long after we are…
– Forgotten.
Even when it is gone, we are forever still here.
From afar, I knew.
– Love apart from all others.

Excruciating/Insignificant Creatures
By Marino Leyba

Obtuse.
No matter how much they scream and let loose –
Their dreams are too…

• They always seem to tie you up and cage you – they try to get rid of you and replace you.
• How can anyone ever feel gorgeous? I mean you used to live where the gorge is … was.
  Life will throw us some curve balls and even hit us with a couple pitches. A dull, dead weight.
  Have you ever had everything you had planned blown to bits?
  Stagnation!
  It’s kinda like a tree that fell in the forest that no one even noticed.
  A cold and sobering reality!
  A man standing tall and strong.
  He pretends to be strong and to bear it all alone.
• Inside he is crumbling.
• Inside he is uncertain, terrified, confused.
• Inside his is screaming HELP!
• But no one hears him –
  I fear the truth is much darker than meets the eye.
  It’s like a riot in your throat.
  Incarcerated in the deep South –
  Invision that there was never anything else.
  Sparks of curiosity about the outside world.
• Facilitated, humiliated – all alone.
• Try to figure out the rest later on.
• Motivated – the spark is gone.
  Excruciating/insignificant creatures.

The Same Storm
By Marino Leyba

August moon –
I could never be everything you want me to be –
She is the perfect fit –
What does she want from me?

Dream like state, celebrated, so delirious,
Salivated –
Cherry blossom, wild-mind, complexion unfathomable just like time –
I veered into the weavers’ dreams, where everything is not as it seems –

• Un-known – ability – bewildering –
  I am underneath the pearly skies – reassurance rise – the recurring tides

Fears of being along – a good heart, a broken home

Beauty exists in every being – –
I am still wrestling –

• My deepest thoughts
• All my haters taking shots
  They’re running down the silver fox –
  Swirling rumors –
  I’m on the cross –

Society is not built to care, I am naked, alone, and self-aware –

My soul is shaking violently
I could never be everything you want me to be –

I veered into the weavers’ dreams, where everything is not as it seems –

• Un-known – ability – bewildering –
  I am underneath the pearly skies – reassurance rise – the recurring tides
• It’s the same old storm again.

Thoughts in My Flesh
By Marino Leyba

All my sins and flaws
Silent prayers go unheard by God
These thoughts in my flesh
Trying to be perfect
It’s so hard to confess.
Weighed down by feelings of emptiness
Nobody around me, I am drowning.
Save me before it’s too late, nobody found me!
What does it feel like to be forgotten?
I’m barely alive.
I’ve been buried alive!
I am afraid I won’t make it out
A heaviness, crushing, overwhelming doubt!
Too much time on my hands, too much
Pain that I have felt.
In life I have given it my all
We all fall — I have been the good
Guy, but in the end it doesn’t even
Matter because we still die
I have told the truth, I have been
Imprisoned for their lies, I watched them
Sell my love, my life, my proof, from
Their booth!
I have told the truth

Tears fall from my heavy brown eyes
Its true thoughts of suicide reside
The sand slowly falls from the hourglass
And I realize I’m out of time!
I have been flawless in my delivery
One of the last real men, I believed in chivalry
Excuse my imperfections!
Please pardon my manners!
I am lost, alone, and I have forgotten all banners
If my heart stops, then so does the pain
If my heart stops, then so does the rain
All my sins and flaws
Silent prayers go unheard by God
These thoughts in my flesh after death are finally gone
Nobody around me, I am drowning
Save me before it’s too late, nobody found me!

Open to the Possibilities
By Marino Leyba

I’m at the crossroads with two different paths ahead of me.
A sliver of hope kept hidden in the secret chambers of my heart.
My path still has many peaks and many valleys.
Split decisions.
Two different ways to look at things.
Staring through my rearview.
Wondering what lies ahead?
Tomorrow will be better.
Dreams never die!
I’m holding a microphone.
The color of my car is baby blue.
Time means nothing.
Yet I’m still with you!
Rebalance the scales.
Whisper something sweet into my ear.
The best way to live life is to be open to the many possibilities.
All life passes by so fast.
A man’s hopes and dreams.
The transforming of the scene.

No Monopoly
By Marino Leyba

Under construction.
What is your function?
Fell down as the smoke rushed in…

Red flames.
New names.

A smoke screen.
Why can I not wake up from this broke dream?

Alone!
No home.
No one to call.
No home!

The clouds scream out loud!
The rain falls and heaven is not allowed!

Sink sand.
Drowning.
Weak and…

Another hurricane!
Another fire!
A whirlwind, and God I’m tired!

The smoke is rising.
Thunderstorms and lightning.
What you put in, you’ll never get back,
and that is frightening.

A sea of forgetfulness.
Promised land, and winds that won’t let you rest.
The north, the south, the east, and the west.

What can be found underneath all this rubble?
Nothing but trouble!
A goldmine was promised and hatred was doubled.

Stop and see.
This story has no monopoly.

Devil Devours
By Marino Leyba

It’s sad, yet…

…we are approaching the final hour.
The food has gone bad.
The wine has turned sour.
The good guys have lost all power.
The will to fight is gone like the twin towers.
The devil devours…

…what is left of us.
The sky is falling, it’s the death of us.
We cannot survive, even the best of us.

This is not just some more words to be spoken.
The smoke is rising, the final seal has been broken.

I wish I did not have to be the bearer of bad news yet the dragon is here and he has no tattoos, only a black heart and black shoes.

I wish you could all see the signs.
I wish we could all be more divine.
I wish we all had more time.
The wine…The wine…

…has been poured out.
There is no more now.

Sober is the mind state.
Why can’t we die great?

I mean look at all we’ve done.
Can’t we have some more fun?
The sky is black.
Where is the sun?
The chosen one?

I feel like we are forgotten.
The soul of society has become rotten.

We are plagued with insanity.
How can we win?
How can we defy gravity?
Too much depravity.

Humanity, falling apart like a cavity.
Instead of lend me a hand, you would rather laugh at me.

I hate the way the world works.
Why can’t we see clear?
No more fear.
No more tears.
No more years.

I don’t even know what we have left?
Inhale and take the last breath.

It’s sad, yet…

…the devil devours.