the wheel grinds on

the wheel grinds on,

humanity advances,
and the skyscrapers scrape
deeper into space
and those who plummet to their death,
plummet to their death,
their last yells go unheard,
unremembered,
but i am young,
and the time is now,
and there is no time,
and yet my heart is sick
because i want to make the music
i hear on the radio,
the lingering lyrics,
the driving beat,
the sea for others to swim in

 

From my ebook under the influence.
https://www.amazon.com/author/writeracuna

these roses i wrote you/estas rosas te escribi

These roses I wrote for you,

Hope you like them

They are motley-colored

And pure like love itself

But thorny

Like the heart itself

Hope these roses you’ll caress with your care

Their thirst satiate with your tears

And your singing make them grow

Hope these roses console you

During the sunny day and stormy night

Even when you’re old and tired

And I’m dead and not longer by your side

May they speak of our love)

These roses I wrote for you

Estas rosas te escribi

Ojala y te gusten

Son de todos colores y puras

Como el amor

Pero espinosas

Como el corazon

Ojala estas rosas acarisiez con tu querer

Con tus lagrimas les quites la sed

Y con tu cantar las hagas crecer

Ojala estas rosas te consuelen

Durante el dia asoleado y la noche tormentosa

Aun cuando seas viejita y cansada

Y muerto yo a tu lado no este

Que hablen de nuestro amor

Estas rosas que te escribi

https://www.amazon.com/author/writeracuna

woman/mujer

desert flower

root

earth

are you

woman

aguave water

cloud, bird of hope

my guiding star

along the dark road
through the mad city

may they never take away

your light, your fervor, your splendor

you are all heavenly bodies

the universe itself

and i

a mere moon

but with an iron heart

ready for battle

my queen

you are salvation

and i your Lazarus

still deaf, mute, blind, senseless

only you can make me believe

in the beyond

springtime to all winters

life to death

are you

woman

 

flor del desierto

raíz

tierra

eres tú

mujer

agua del aguave

nube, ave esperanza

mi estrella guía

por la carretera obscura
a través la cuidad lunática

que nunca te quiten tu luz, tu ardor, tu fulgor

eres todos los cuerpos celestiales

el universo mismo

y yo

un simple satelite

pero con el corazón de hierro

dispuesto a toda batalla

mi reina

eres salvación

y yo tu Lázaro

aún sordo, mudo, ciego, inconsiente

solo tu me haces creer

en el mas allá

primavera a todo invierno

vida a la muerte

eres tú

mujer

From my ebook Greetings from Heaven & Hell:
https://www.amazon.com/author/writeracuna

may day

fuck the politicians, ceos, bankers, celebrities

false idols

let us instead drink, sing, celebrate

our parents, our teachers, the working class

the people we see on the bus

and in the streets everyday

fuck the civics book trivia

of useless dates and names

of people and places and events

that are self-important

let us instead learn about

a day in the life of

every man, woman and child

who make up humanity

not illusion or insanity

the real heroes

the true history