Further

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further and further

the distance becomes

my arms are tired

but your feet have mileage

running

a stranded spirit

charging full speed

like the express 6 train

zooming by

skipping stops

uninterested in the journey

seeking a destination

that always seems to come

to a familiar dead end

with no one there

but a mirror and yourself

you hate what you see

so you keep running

with tears in your eyes

not of regret

but more so, frustration

repeating the same

expecting something different

Get out of your way!

and hold still for a minute

…………

but you oppose

it’s too uncomfortable

so, you keep running

like the express 6 train —

my arms are tired

but your feet have mileage

you will get weary,

I hope.

 

© 2017 Liza Morales

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Springtide 

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there’s a fragrance that rises

from the decadence of spring

adorned by a theme

of life and revival

a time that dwindles off

the murk of winter

flowers germinate

and the trees redress

greens, lavendar and pink

a gorgeous, pastel painting

the air becomes diaphanous

and the sun comes out to play

revving the zest in spirits

that froze over last season

children’s laughter ring louder

and breezes sing songs of hope

as energies amplify

from the essence of vigor beings

temperatures begin to ascend

in gradual increments

preparing us

for the entrance of summer

but until then,

I’ll revel in this space

of reincarnation

and slow breaths

of the present moment.
       

©2017 Liza Morales 

In a Moment’s Time

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window, half-way cracked

morning breeze is cool

the birds are excited

their songs –arousing

blending backyard vibes

neighbors play their tunes

Caribbean sensations

sifting through the trees

as the Bronx brims with life

intentions for the new moon

and firetruck sirens

howl from a distance.

 

©2017 Liza Morales

 

 

 

Different Directions

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here it is

from the root

the map of life

a limb of earth

our path

our journey

multi-directional

stretching

extensions of core

upward, onward

or hanging; stuck

paralyzed 

for a moment

or a few

tight spaces

which way do I go? 

choices, decisions

keep going

more water

more light

tilled soil gives back

in different directions. 

      

©2017 Liza Morales 

Human Evolution

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in life, we all face some drawbacks

at times, we stumble through the cracks

memories come surging like flashbacks

pains reach climax, pains reach climax
awakenings occur through pain

as lessons fall on us like rain

resistance will only add strain

it’s you to blame, it’s you to blame     
own your mistakes, decide to change   

new perspectives will rearrange   

preventing your soul to estrange

healthy exchange, healthy exchange.

©2017 Liza Morales