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	the writings of michael abelardo de la pena WASTED LIFE If flowers die, In the midst of splendor Then so must I, and I am Far from beautiful. The corruption of my soul Has been a gradual thing Measured in degrees Of degradation Beautiful in its own dark way. When will I bottom out? I don’t know, But when I reach the end I hope That it will be a work Of dark art Worthy of the way That I wasted my life OUR GAZEBO We sat in a gazebo By the caribbean sea And talked Listened Got to know each other. At sunset,with the days last light My eyes strained to capture One last sight of the laughter Playing prettily around her eyes. She was so lovely, I was charmed We stopped talking Just listening to the waves, and enjoying each others presence. Just two days before She’d been a stranger And now we shared a closeness More than friends Just sitting in the dark and saying nothing. That night the sea became our sea And the gazebo became our gazebo Her life My life Our life. THE STRUGGLE Self destructive There’s no way around That it’s my demons’ keep bringing me down. I can’t seem to beat them; The impulses that guide me All the urges inside me That keep trouble beside me. Yeah, it’s self-destructive What I do to my life It’s no gun, It’s no knife That hurts me It’s my nature. I keep driving down the same dead end Forget about family Lost a wife And hurt friends Self-destruction, It never ends Gotta slay this dragon before it gets to me Gotta break free Of temptation that drives me- Too many women Will be the death of me. HAND GRENADE Its easy now to look back And say that I should have known better. But sometimes things aren’t so Clear to see, When caught up in a mix of emotions, When the wine of love is so strong And intoxicating, And two people who See better with their hearts than with their eyes Come together... Volatile souls Should be handled with care But neither of us Could see past our own passions To recognize The dangers Of the chemistry we were mixing. It all exploded of course And I don’t know which of us Was more badly hurt. All I know is that I am sad it happened. I truly didn’t wish that on her, Any more than I would wish Such heartbreak on myself. Who would have guessed That such a pretty little woman Could have a hand-grenade For a heart. SIMPLE PLEASURES I want to feel your heartbeat Next to mine I want to look around me And find You are always there. I want to run my fingers through your hair I want to care for and be cared for By you And to share; One heart One soul One love With you. Walk into my world And be the one I have waited for Sometimes I just can’t believe That you are not a dream If I smile, it cause of you If I’m happy, it’s just what you do. I want to feel your kisses In the night I want to know you are here And that everything is alright. You Are My Soulmate Across a crowded world, I felt you there, and kept myself alive for the day that we would meet. To all my questions, you are the answer. You are all my hopes fulfilled. Now, from good-morning to good-night kiss, I know the world is right, I know the world is you. My Beloved Felica... All I know is that you are the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think of at night. I know that there is a sun, a moon and nine planets, and that in my universe they revolve around you. I've read the works of Hemingway, heard the music of Tchaikovsky, admired the paintings of Gaugin- yet none of them matches the beauty I've seen in you. I can talk to you all day, look at you all week, hold you all month and not get tired. All I know is that I love you. SHE She is still the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen. She still occupies The greater part of my thoughts Each day. Time is not Going to change that fact. I can’t help loving her, And, oh, how I do Love her. She’s wonderful. All that I really need Is to see my wife in the morning And everything will be o.k.. THE SADDEST THING My god Damn You sure put a hole In my soul You killed a part of me You really made it hard For me to enjoy life After you Where did you get all that anger? Some of it I deserved But much too much of it Was just thrown at me Beat down on me Burned into me Almost at random it seemed Just for kicks Or maybe to ease Some fatal pressure in your heart. Is there that much anger That much pain inside of you? I’m sorry I tried, I tried I tried to help you through it But in the end It was your or me And I’m not done Living yet. I’m sorry. THE FIGHT If you stand up to a strong man He may knock you down But that doesn’t make him right It’s not winning every time That makes a man It’s fighting the fight I’ve got the man and his minions Trying to disrupt me And a worldly system that’s Trying to corrupt me. Keep on fighting When you get knocked down Get up and keep on swinging Keep believing If they hold you down You still can raise your voice in singing Lord have mercy. You have to decide what’s really real The physical or the spiritual If you free your mind You’ll never be defeated Look through your history You’ll see this is repeated Lord have mercy... copyright 2002-2003 michael abelardo de la pena


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