Road

I want to clear the way for a road; cobblestone streets or straight black tar pavement. How about a pristine dirt path that leads nowhere, yet fills you with joy. That sounds better. The sun and the moon our only guides. Perhaps a white-sand beach awaits, waves crashing rhythmically and inviting. Or maybe a morning dew amongst a lush, green forest, a lukewarm lake to swim and recollect. A nighttime dip, warm water hugging our forms, gazing at the stars, imagining the constellations don't seem so far. The destination is not important, no need for a map, as long as you take my hand to walk the lonely path.

How does, “let’s be alone together sound?”

We leave behind a wake of energy, quantum particles that exist here and there simultaneously. They might as well be on one of Jupiter's moons, same moment, same instance, existing across space and time. Is there such a force as the passing of time? With its relentless power, unwavering with no compassion. You will marvel at beauty and despair, see hope come and go like asteroids in the sky. It will trample over your deepest love and make your fears seem obsolete and mundane. What would we give for that hug that never materialized, to linger on your lips waiting for no tomorrow, and have a mole burrow deep taking with it traces of your pain. Hindsight will slap you in the face, the redness on your cheeks stinging, and while short-lived, the memory lingers on, red and hot in your mind, reeling at options left behind.

Time.

It comes for you and always finds a path, it knows, somehow it just knows. That's why we make roads, to leave marks behind, imprinted with the weight of time it took to take that step, until it fades away into the unknown, leaving memories that float around well beyond existence.

It’s all there to take but fear leaves you in a bind.

- A. Garcia

It feels like it’s been a while

Even a second is too long

A lifetime that fits in the micro

Why don’t you drop on by

And make me smile.

Oh! How you easily inspire

Levitating your energy close to mine

I didn’t ask for it,

A tree trunk fell on my head, and I realized

It was that damn smile.

– A. Garcia

Let Go

No one is ever ready.

The sky is never perfectly blue, the night is never completely dark,

There is light when there is a shadow

A sprinkle of dust motes showing through a trace of light

It’s all there, present yet not seen

Readiness is an illusion

Circumstance hindering your sight

Yet your heart knows

Neurotransmitters sparking the message

The one the soul feels in spite of fright

Listen carefully

It’s all there, don’t be afraid

The earth is spinning

So is your mind

centrifugal forces push out and bring stability

Life is risk or stagnation

So hold on tight

We are on a journey towards salvation.

– A. Garcia

Split open

Tap, tap, there is a crack in the shell

Split open over a sizzling pan,

Butter bubbles burst in heat

Scrambled, flipped, or over-easy

Congratulations, you’ve made some eggs.

And that’s it, it’s a wonderful creation, in whichever form you decide to take it. What else could I possibly say.

– A. Garcia

Twin Signs

When you see something

When you see something

There it goes crossing your view again

Im looking at you, number eleven

You pop in and out of my vision

Even when I contemplate heaven

Twin stacks that seem sky-bound

Is there something you want to tell

Spit it out and at least make a sound

Is it a message

Is it a sign

Should I count my blessings?

I lay awake thinking what is it all about

In doubt I wait for something pleasant

What do you have in mind, number eleven?

-A.Garcia

Demon

There is a demon in my room. Every night, as I lay to sleep, it pulls on my awareness and drags me into a well that runs deep. Into the void I fall, the gentle embrace of darkness soaks me to the bone. Every night I expect to see a ghastly form, squinting me eyes to catch a glimpse of its ugly core. As much as I try, the demon never shows. All I see are shadows thrown about, all fractured and torn.

A whisper in my ear is all that I hear, “Don’t worry about seeing, as long as you can feel, shut your eyes, and just sleep some more. I will take you, every night my arms embrace your subtle form, and that cold you feel is your body detaching from its soul, just know one day your eyes will open no more”.

– A. Garcia

Feathers

Maybe it’s better this way

a bird flying high and wide

Flight so fast the feathers ripple off leaving behind a trace of pain

And if you ever love me, let me know

there will always be a feather in me

To drop off when the wind dies down.

– A. Garcia

It happens, I feel it, my heart wants to burst with joy and climb up the highest tree.

Then, a cloud passes by, far-away fears long conquered pop in like thunder out of a perfectly blue sky.

And, as I search my soul and all I want is to hide in a black hole,

then she smiles at me.

- A. Garcia

Wait

I sit here and wait

It’s all a matter of patience

So I sit here and wait

Love is lost they say

So I sit here and wait

Should I sit and pray

Empty the brain and stop thinking

Fold my legs and meditate

Dwell on the past and the future

Lose my mind like a rabid ape.

– A. Garcia

Maybe it’s meant to be like one of those

Who dream and sleep at waking times

Of sorrows past

Of broken hearts

Of dreams and love unrequited

Of the many ways once proposed

Maybe it’s meant to be like one of those

Whose love dies unresolved.

– A. Gar

Stream of consciousness…

This one is whatever regurgitated out of me, just expressing thoughts and feelings, not polished or tinkered with, just as it is…

I remember walking down the street and thinking I had it made. Hot shit, back straight as a steel beam, forehead pointed ahead because I didn't give a fuck. Life has a mischievous way of reminding you, that if your feet are not planted flat on the ground, the finality, and consequence of death will slap you in the face with a cold rod. A misplaced brick, centuries old, dislodged from a wall and falls straight on your head and there you go. infinite darkness. How can I possibly be more clear than that? and yet you doubt what i tell you, show you. If I was ever so frightened with possibility, it had to be in another time, another place far away, so distant the sun’s warmth would collapse before it arrived. and yet you go with so much weight on your shoulders, a trip to the moon could do you a favor, and me I guess. It would be nice, to release and let go, take a small leap and have something carry you away. Its the trip up that would worry me, too much speed, fire and possible death for me. I can just imagine the explosion, something so loud bright and hot it would melt my molecules away. not even dust.

And really, who cares, every single one of us will be forgotten in a few generations, so many great people completely forgotten, their love, their pain and anguish, the ever present smiles and frowns. People who cared so much it hurt their soul and they caved in. So you let go and chase whatever is haunting you and realize it haunts no more because it never was. So I love you, what can I say, it just happened.

– A. Garcia

Moon

What do you think of when you look up at the sky, when in the early morning light the moon still shines bright?

Or when up above and all around is dark, blackness interrupted by specks set ablaze, stars so bright their energy flows after their demise. Does your mind go blank in wonder, astonishment gripping your heart, or clenching in fear for a moment lost? Do your thoughts drift to someone you long for, the hug that never materialized, to those eyes that never lingered on yours?

When your soul clenches with the heart’s deepest desires, your thoughts take you where you need to go.

So, what do you think of when we know we are standing under the same moon?

Pride

Why is it so hard? To bury pride, settle down and apologize.

To let it flow like the moon with the tides.

An egotistical wall blocked the view.

Never meant to leave you high and dry.

Time goes by, steady as the thoughts that run through our mind.

As you look at the stars, remember we are all under the same infinite sky. Don’t let it pass by until you hit that wall again; it comes for us all, the moment to die.

– A. Garcia

Humans, the only animal with an awareness of death and its horrible absoluteness; you would assume this awareness, this gift of consciousness would make us think many times over as to why we end life, especially the lives of the young and innocent, with such callousness and disregard for whats precious.

Humanity parades around death like chimps around a banana tree, invoking noble reasons for mayhem and destruction. Rationalizing that which has no rationale, attaching statistics and numbers to broken souls and abandoned hope.

That tree the chimps parade around gives them life; the tree of death that we hurriedly climb on, leaves only broken limbs, souls and hearts, crushed by the weight of our insufferable consciousness.

Haze

We look around every day, pondering the present, comparing it to the past, and we wonder how much things have changed. Yet, in the dormant entrails of our souls, all is the same. Our hearts and minds remain unchanged. The essence of humans remains unfazed; what that tells you of the human condition? It’s up to you to remove the shackles of culture and wave away the haze.

– A. Garcia

Moments

The sweetest moment, it comes and it goes

The pulsating heartbreak, it comes and it goes

The mind relives the gentlest of starlit nights, the fury of a winter’s storm

It all just comes and goes

Like liquid gold held in hands full of holes.

– A. Garcia

Inside

Knock, knock, tapping gently on the dome, what could it be, is it really just meat and bone?

Is a hand stuck inside conjuring up a storm? Tearing down walls and leaving nothing but stones.

Even I has barely had a glimpse, I wonder what’s hidden in those depths.

Light spills from the cracks, circling around like rays behind a solar eclipse

One day she came, she saw, gasped out loud and said, “All I see is red!”

What could it be if it’s all red?

Is it the dead?

What?

What’s inside my head?

– A. Garcia