Wednesday, December 30, 2015

TAPE IT

 Patricio Tlacaelel Trujillo y Fuentes

You tried to rip away the layers thinking you would find the inner me.
You assumed that peeling back the layers you would find the inner me.
You were able to get deeper - and you penetrated enough to begin to see the real me.

I tried to put bandaids on the pain and the hurt and the scars.
I couldn't let people see what was underneath.
I know that inside there was richness, shining and love.

It was okay that you tried to get at the deepest me.
It was okay that you uncovered what I wanted covered.
It was okay that you showed what I didn't want shown. 

Sol once said that if you want to be loved you must be vulnerable.
Sol had a wife who understood Sol's needs, who tolerated his deeds.
Sol was a goon man with a good wife, he didn't go to deep with me.

It's amazing the lives we live, all the same all different.
It's amazing how many people there are right now that we will never know.
It's amazing the way we meet the friends we have -  complete with their scars.

We must rip away the mask - tear a way the bandages - live and be who you be
Sol knew what relationships were he had a number of them.


Monday, December 28, 2015

THE CHAIR

Torn from my Heart




The Chair
Photo by Patricio Tlacaelel Trujillo y Fuentes

2015

You arose Quickly
As I entered the room
Holding on to documents
You arose Quickly
I didn't know what you were holding
It didn't seem important for me
To know what you were holding

But what was curious to me
was how quickly you tore the documents
into tiny pieces - what were you holding
What were you holding
I look at your hands
Still holding the pieces

As I take notice 
I see that you are holding
Tiny pieces of my heart
the pieces of love notes
That were written to you
By me - that you clung to
When you loved me

Just like those tiny pieces
Of now meaningless
Little pieces of paper
Like my heart
Torn into little shreds of flesh
Little pieces of paper 
Soaked in Blood
The blood of my heart

I am devastated
I was only coming into the room
To caress you and to love you
And to tell you how much
You permeate my love my life
But now the chair has become empty

No one sits in it anymore
Only bits of paper and blood
Entwined in love 
Broken love
But the Chair Remains
Do come back
Do come sit again
In another life
Another place
Another time.

 

PUDDLE

Some where along the way:
I come across a puddle:
In the dark night:
After a rain:
Neon reflecting
I see the broken reflection
Of a Neon light  " rewery"
The bright light
Shining on the dark water
Of course the neon light says Brewery!

Oh, how many beers
did we have together
on a night like this
Neon reflecting
in puddles
at night




Broken smoke
Broken bottle
Broken reflection
Broken Heart!