Die, ambition; earth awaits
You'll lie there soon and there you'll stay
And apathy: your twin, I say,
Beside you I myself will lay
His cruel and contorted face
So bent from years of shunning grace
So trapped in his immobile state
Afraid to move for fear of waste
Such irony that now his fate
Is lying still within his grave

my fingers are like insects -
twitching flies ready to live
because come nightfall
their bodies will fall
still.  

but the night never comes -
there is always light here
unless i’m forced to see
just how disgusted
others grow
with me.  

dawn breaks into starlight
as i am cast into the dark
cage of my body being
forced to bottle
my motion
until i  
burst.    

to bottle a supernova
is as foolish as it is
impossible.

There’s poetry of motion
In this world that we call ours,
From the ticking of the time piece
To the beating heart caged within our bones

There’s poetry of motion
In this world that we call ours,
From the orbit of the moon,
Too the pulling of the tides

There’s poetry of motion
In this world we call ours.
From the sun beat….ing out the day
To the turning of the seasons.

There’s poetry of motion
Upon this earth we think we own
From the cycle of birth, life, death,
With sowing of a seed, the harvesting of the grain

There’s this thing we think of as poetry of motion
I do not seek to understand it
Just to roll in time to my own destiny
Along this thing we call poetry of motion

Yet sometimes I do wonder if we understand
This poetry of motion, that we think we own
When we stare beyond this the universe
And see another type of motion
A wholly different point of time
With the creation, life and death
Of a billion other stars.

(Sun)

this kind of desperation gets repetitive
and i forget the words i used to know
just to make more space for your name

and it overflows from between my lips
and dribbles down my chin, to my pen
onto the letters i will never think to send.

you were the passing breeze
the humming sound of working bees
the touch and go motion of a strip tease  
like sitting in a waiting room,
hoping you will finally find me.

It's 3am and I'm awake for the second time.
Is it fair how some people just cruise through life?
What is this dispirited feeling -am I being punished?
I go to bed tired and I wake up tired, overwhelmed with lethargy.
Life happens in slow motion with a sense of hopelessness -
with Red Bull, ***** and caffeine being my only source of comfort.
How long is this going to last?

just know my friend
I'm not here out of pity

you don't have to admit
that right now you're needing

I'm here for a reason
that exists separately

I've been around because
you've been there for me

Staring into the past
In your rounded box of glass
And twisted shiny metal
Don't miss thy break pedal
Or YOU WILL CRASH
& burn
To: Ashe

Walking along an
Autumn afternoon
in New York
where in New York
somewhere upstate
somewhere downstate
somewhere leaves fall
in front of where
I approach
but land as a crash
like a stray piece
from construction
high above.

An afternoon
where dreams
of new
where visions
of more
than just a few
begin to fade
to black
as the sun’s
signature upon my
eyes
recluses from
the greyer skies.

Now lost in New York
I attempt to recover
and sojourn forth
from where I had
been to somewhere
somewhere different
somewhere inspiring
somewhere that brings
out the best
of not just a few
but all the rest
who wish
who dream
who ignite
like fire
as the presence
of Autumn’s
dimming light
truly and finally
does expire.

~Miguel