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

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