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 Dec 2018 Sergio Gonzalez
Marty
Oh lucious demons
Plastering salacious desires
Enticing the soul
Binding the darkest hour

Twisted sheets
Tangled around my soul
Mocking heavens journey
With demons delight.

Fingertips Salaciously tickling
Tender hearts strings
Pleading for a moments light
Gasping for another breathe

Passion embedded
Tiniest of thoughts
Pondering not mornings light
As the night fades to perfection.
 Nov 2018 Sergio Gonzalez
Zell
And right in that corner i cried aloud,
Where i knew no one could hear the sound.

The warmth of His embrace
Erased the wrath of those days.

It is He.
Him that i cannot see
Who calmed the storm in me.
© 2018 D.A. Barreras
Awake and Startled
It seems like the same time
Every night
Hearing the crickets
And the rustle in the trees
Listening to the clocks move
Calms me
Until I reach next to me
And find you absent
From my bedside
I would always wake you
For extra company
When these nightmares shake me
But lately these dreams
Have been about you
And you no longer hold my salvation
In your warm smile
The smile that twisted
Like the knife in my spine
Thinking we were indestructible
But we were playing in a glass house
And you enjoyed throwing stones
Reckless with your words
Careless with my heart
Struggling to repair
What you destroyed
Needle and thread
But not so nimble fingers
Sitting in front of a puzzle
Attempting to find the edges
To build some sort of foundation
But some of the pieces were lost
And we can’t begin to make sense of it
Or find the logical way to start again
Sitting in silence
2:59am
As all sound drops out
And this hits me like an avalanche
Focusing on fabrications
You’ve lost me in the lies
And I’m not sure
Where to find myself anymore
The moon reached down to me tonight
Brushed the hair out of my eyes
And did for me what the sun does for him
Glow.
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

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