Human Evolution


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 

The Last Encounter


‘I love you’ were the last words said

it was the night before you bled 

by morning, I missed dad’s calls

as you laid between bathroom walls
blood vessels bursted in your head

‘I love you’ were the last words said

massive bleeding flooded your brain

the thought of this, drove me insane
doctors said you wouldn’t make it

that prognosis didn’t seem fit

‘I love you’ were the last words said

intubated and face all red
I sang all night and prayed with might

til the sun came to smear its light

last breath …. spirit rose from the bed

‘I love you’ were the last words said. 
©2017 Liza Morales 

RIP Mom 4/8/51 – 4/3/08

The Unwritten


For so very long

you asked me insistently

to write a poem about you

after reading some of my work

your request was made

with obvious expectations

as if you wanted something

something to be proud of

something all about you

never considering

the writer’s perspective

after enduring betrayal

from your selfish soul

As the years have gone

I could not find myself

to scribe about you

because the ink would fall messy

like pain in your children’s tears


please allow me to be honest

though truth makes you uneasy

I couldn’t find anything good to say

I know you wanted words of praise

impressive adjectives

to paint you into something you’re not

to match the masks you wear

though they change quite often

reckoning who’s around.

You do not fool me,

I already know your tones of sadness

that hide behind your fake laugh

and even the varying intonations

of your unconvincing lies

I’ve been a student of yours

yearning to understand

your fears and insecurities

and acquaint myself with your scars

but your arms wrap too tightly

around the shackles that bind you

not because it feels good

but because you’re more comfortable there

with agony in my chest,

I’ve been waiting

for the evolution of your heart

and the death of your ego

but it seems as if

your psyche has convinced you

that love and peace are useless

and insolence is preferable.

at this point, I digress

as I focus on preserving my peace

and choosing to practice acceptance

I will give love, where love is wanted

and embrace the love that comes back.


your lashing has made me weary

as you continue to live so recklessly

hurting yourself and those around you

I retract my outstretched hand


©2017 Liza Morales


Losing Them to the Digital Realm


pains are conceived

through the screams of loneliness

that reside in the chests

of this coming generation

our babies are birthed

through the mouth of technology

with headphones on their ears

remote controls in their palm

their fingers 

barely long enough

to wrap the control

and press the buttons

some grown folk find it cute

and allow these children

to master the game

unsupervised and unstructured

retarding their development

as video games replace time

the new babysitting service

four, eight, even twelve hours

some parents subscribe to

just so they could live selfishly

unmindful of the neglect

from all the hours of playing

instead of feeding their brains

with reading and mathematics

a quarter of their time towards homework

our children are being raised

in distance and disconnect

as they grow from toddlers

to teens, then adults

incompetent to socially interact

because human synergies are weird

and conversations are difficult

as the digital world

becomes the only thing

to bring forth comfort

to their social awkwardness

as eye contact is nulled

ambitions become snuffed

from a lack of fortitude

trust me, no child wants this

they should be taught about balance

and shown what they can reap through discipline

yeah, gaming is fun

but there’s no substitute

to the fortification they deserve

deep down, there’s a solitude

being strengthened through graphics

represented through a fantasy world

that they portray as real

this lack of communion 

increases desensitization 

diminishes empathy

while their core really wants

your time and attention

nothing replaces physical contact

nor human affection

nothing replaces the time that slips away

with the heartless cyber world 

so, drop the controls

hug, kiss and laugh

go to the park and run around

set precedence of a healthy relationship

before we lose them all

to the darkness of this realm. 

©2017 Liza Morales 

Janet ♡ Carlos


In 1948, he was born in Aibonito, Puerto Rico, the first of four children, all born at home. My grandparents didn’t have much and lived in poor conditions; eating lots of eggs and rice, in a tin house which does not exist today. Despite the lack of money, they were extremely rich in love. As a young boy, my dad ultimately moved to New York and was raised in Spanish Harlem. 

By the time Mom was born in 1951, her family had already migrated to New York from Arecibo, Puerto Rico. She was born in Bellevue Hospital on 1st Avenue and was also raised in Spanish Harlem.

Mom and Dad met in ‘El Barrio’ and he became her boyfriend when she was 13. Eventually, he was drafted into the Navy but the separation only strengthened their love. As soon as he was honorably discharged, she married him at the age of 18 and gave birth to my brother at 19. My parents didn’t want to stay in Spanish Harlem, so they moved to the Bronx and lived in the second floor apartment at my paternal grandparents’ house. A couple of years later, we moved to Gun Hill Road until they were able to save enough money to buy a house of their own, which they eventually did. It is the same home I live in today. 

My parents were awesome providers and made huge sacrifices to ensure we lived comfortably. They had a total of three children. They fed us, clothed us, loved us, schooled us, sheltered us and placed us all in private school (which Mom always claimed, “Education is the best gift we could give you”). Their hugest priority was always us and for that I love them eternally. They loved us unconditionally and their example taught me how to love my children the same way. Even their love for one another was exemplary. They demonstrated love as a verb. 

In 2008, death separated them after 39 years of marriage but it was temporary. Only seven months later, he died and joined her. There was no life without the other. “Until death do us apart” was their mantra and now they rest in peace and eternal love … together, until infinity.

[Photo captured at the Copacabana, NYC, early 80s]