Nostalgia Poems (1,152)

Red dust settles on the mountain high
A people cry when will this stop
They took my land and now my dignity
Not even tradition have I got

Screaming from within a bottle no one hears my muffled cries
From a leader of men to this, living hell; this liquid spirit is now my guide

Many will dance into the fire as the flame of injustice burns
An old warrior says he is tired, you see, as progression wares him down

Tears of many wash the homeland, as the rain comes tumbling down
A tribe of old is in the minds of the few they left behind

Free me, from my chains of sorrow and walking on this crooked path....

I wait here frozen in time,my heart encased in a tomb the days are long,I try to find the light.
But find comfort only in the dark,emotions swell inside walking on a broken path.
Thinking to myself,why are you always on my mind.
A thousand reasons I have none.
In the silence of my disturbed thoughts,every unspoken word conveys in silence into a song.
A part of us walks free into eternity.
Nothing is left but an empty world and two hearts,
Frozen in time

Idon’t know
Why some say that the horse is a noble animal, the pigeon is beautiful
And why no vulture dwells in any person’s cage
I wonder why the clover is interior to alfalfa
One must wash eyes, look differently to things words must be washed
The word must be wind itself, the word must be the rain itself

One must shut umbrellas
One must walk in the rain
One must carry the thought, the recollection in the rain
One must go walk in the rain with all the townsfolk
One must see friends in the rain
One must search love in the rain
One must sleep with a woman in the rain
One must play in the rain
One must write, talk and plant lotus flowers in the rain
Life is repeated wetting
Life is swimming in the pond of present...

In your sparkling eyes,I see love for me.
In your eyes I am anything you want me to be.
In your eyes you will always be a part of me.
In your eyes a princess,my loving wife.
In your eyes the promise of love in my life.
In your eyes the best part of my life.
In your eyes I see myself in you all the time.
In your eyes a star my guiding light.
In your eyes our love will never die.
In your eyes I will be someone,
you never knew.

I wonder what she is doing at this hour
my Andean and sweet Rita
of needs and wild cherry trees
Now that this weariness chokes me, and blood dozes off,
like lazy brandy inside me.
I wonder what she is she doing with those hands
that in attitude of penitence
used to iron starchy whiteness,
in the afternoons.
Now that this rain is taking away my desire to go on.

I wonder what has become of her skirt with lace;
of her toils; of her walk;
of her scent of spring sugar cane from that place.

She must be at the door,
gazing at a fast moving cloud.
A wild bird on the tile roof will let out a call;
and shivering she will say at last, "Jesus, it's cold!"

I heard it before of a man who was blind,
The sound from his shoes did burn in my mind...

The cause of a lie gives me nothing at all,
The Sea is my dream,
The sound is my soul...

When the sun is rising, I close my door...
you ain`t gonna fine me like you did before...

The heart is burning of an un-known fire,
Evil and love growing me higher and higher...

Your sigh is carried away upon the warm breeze that stirs the palm fronds-
Green herringbone shapes that sway irrhthmically against a timeless tropical sky;
Dusky tiger-striped shadows play across your face;
The sun is a tiny mote in your almond-shaped black eyes;
Your shy endearing smile fills my heart with a yearning that has no name, that is indistinguishable from grief,
My Latin love

Your serene restlessness must have been learned from the sea in which you play;
Translucent breakers curl into cream, lighted from within;
An ever-changing rainbow of sea-colours;
The beach clings to your legs, your dress, is part of you . . .
Your unblemished skin is of no earthly colour, and like the rest of you is too perfect to be touched, except by sun,
My Latin love

Your placid urgency at day's end is the premonition of a flower's closing;
Fiery reds and yellows fade to bruised purples and blacks, the cooling embers of our last tropical
summer's day.
The coming night is mirrored in the blackness of your eyes;
With a child’s laugh you have slipped away through the shadows, leaving still, aching emptiness in your wake,
My Latin love

I will make it through the rain, I will get there on my own, knowing that in the end I'll still stay strong
We're living in a world where people will look down at you
for apologizing and admitting your mistakes;
they want you to feed your burden with only more guilt;
more than you can handle.
Because, the truth is,
your weakness feeds their ego.
As your weakness feeds their ego,
all you hear from them is laughter because you're the one
who takes it all.
No matter what, you're always the one to be blamed on;
you are always the one to feel that shame you never caused.
As everyday goes by, you force yourself to wear a mask on your face
to show those people that, you are ok
but everyone can see through that mask;
your eyes show loneliness.
Loneliness fills their ego too,
so in the end you feel like your thoughts and emotions are not
benefiting you but they most certainly feed your enemies.
We are living in a world where there will be friends who do stick by you,
and help you recover from some deep scars of the past,
however,
there are times when your whole world turns black and white,
then you see their true colours.
Your mind then tells you
"this can't be right;
why am I alone when I need their help?
why is it that I'm calling them and they just don't look back to help me?
why do they always give me 'the hand' and say
'I'm busy', when, I have that feeling in my heart telling me, it's a lie?
You then can't help but fall down on your knees helpless as
though your burdens have made you physically fall,
when you know the reality is that,
all those problems are in your head,
how can they make you physically fall?
After that fall, you then get a little 'twitch' inside of you;
that twitch makes you rise your face and feel that sting in your heart.
That twitch is reality telling you painfully;
"this person really isn't your friend"
as that lesson hits you in your heart,
it also makes you get up and walk your journey alone.
The truth is, once something has been let go of,
it's God chance to give you something new.
This is when reality awakens you.

HOLD HER IN THE MIST OF TIME
AS THE HOURS GO PASSING BY
CHERISH THE MOMENT
CHERISH THE LOVE

HOLD HER IN YOUR ARMS
LET YOUR LOVE BE KIND
AS THE MUSIC PLAYS
AND THE CHORDS UNWIND

KISS HER TENDERLY
TASTE LIPS OF WINE
UPON THE EARTH
WHERE LOVERS DINE


HOLD HER CLOSE

SHOW HER LOVE

BENEATH THE SKY

AND CLOUDS ABOVE

MAKE HER YOUR

PRINCESS

My childhood was left behind
Now i am an old man
Forgiving mankind
i do my utmost as i can

Love laces in order to bind
Sometimes i feel like an icy pan
Human touch that i don´t find...
Maybe i am your unknown fan

You know you aren´t mine
As far as i see
i couldn´t reach...

There isn´t sunshine
Oh my honey bee
At this naked beach