Difficult Words

The humble poet
shares his most
difficult words
of love,
oblivion,
make-shift
cemeteries
buried in snow,
freedom
blinded
by dark shadows.

Twilight
contemplations
of missed

opportunities
fill his verse.

Life’s
absent
pauses,
carried off
by runaway
winds.
The color of
sunsets
draped
around
skyscrapers
and mountains.

The disgrace
of men
who do not
have the shame
to go away
like the sunset.

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The Stone That Wants to Be Human

The stone wants a voice.
It wants a nurturing mother.
It wants love’s caress.

It wants to grow limbs.
It wants to change its form.
It wants to sleep away its sadness.
It wants to experience death.
It wants to smile at lovely faces.
It wants to perfect silence.
It wants to take a warm bath.
It wants to taste the sweetest of fruits.
Immobile, it fantasizes of walking,
of being a man or woman.
The stone wants to be human.
It wants to be more than a stone.

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No End (Addiction)

There is no end to this night.
There is only the beginning.
It started off promising
only to become so sinister.

I watch the stars fall from
the skies, and the moon
awash with blood, dripping
like red rain over humanity.

I hear the faint song of a

nightingale, sounding like
a muffled cry. There are
feathers falling as well.

There is no end to this night.
There is no end to this night.

Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in the mental health field. His poems have appeared in Blue Collar Review, Cajun Mutt Press, Kendra Steiner Editions, Mad Swirl, and Unlikely Stories. His last poetry book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press.