Different Directions


here it is

from the root

the map of life

a limb of earth

our path

our journey



extensions of core

upward, onward

or hanging; stuck


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


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