hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Do you hear them? Shhhhhhhhhhhhh. Listen.
Shell cracked life
From past pains.
How many times must this charge in my brain?
Why can’t it rain? So showers can bring
Their power of Peace.
I wish it would rain on me.
Something else to see beside
Distant gleams of long time dreams still sparking clean.
But this cracking
Keep back the attack for the crack.
Full death is the cause of true total Loss
New Life would emerge
All lived would be purged
New lifts become urge
Balance the senses
Discard that which won’t merge
Hold on to today for tomorrow’s sake
This egg will not break
I don’t burn when I bake
And I live to awake
Take my start of the day
Then saunter and sway into Play But today
Felt worse than yesterday.
It really felt that way.
Will be spent in fright and sorrow
Cheering on tomorrow
Concentrating on time borrowed perfect burrow to rest my brow
Total love around Love surrounds
Which is why I don’t cover up or crack
I succeed smarter than that
There’s more strength in the wind than a bat
Feel the gales of existence
Love a laugh
Rewards from deceiving defeat
Ha Ha! You thought you had me!
Stand solid on two feet
Engaged in the sweet breeze of life
Embraced by the sweet change of night
Moon rise down time sun rise get down time Seconds are the glue that bind
I won’t just sit through mine.
Tumble earth if you will
Fire storms toward my calm
I hold no shame in my arms
And I can’t be disarmed
I hold truth on my tongue
Clear ears to hear
Wide eyes to see
1 hand to shake or 1 finger to wave.
Not today I’ll always say.
Intact in fact then turn away.
Complete degrees around the bend
Meet the future not the end.
Before you crack, just listen.
That breath is your life
Safe intermission. Every breath is redemption.
Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect and appears courtesy of Oddball Magazine.