TELENOVELA

I don’t like
Drama
I don’t need
Drama
I’ve quit
Drinking
Stopped smoking
Trying to be a better
Parent and husband…
…I simply don’t want to be
An episode of your Soap Opera.

FACELESSBOOK

Walking my dog by the bay
I hear a lady call my name
She doesn’t look familiar at all.
How can someone who hasn’t seen me
In years, suddenly recognize me?
I asked and she replied
“Facebook”
I am now franticly looking for
A “Facelessbook”.

THIS IS MY NUMBER

I do like people
I do…
…just call first.

IPHONOGRAPHY

“What are you doing? Can I see your business card?
Do you have a permit to take these pictures? If I see those pictures online,
I’ll come and get you, I know
how to find them…I’m calling the cops on you”
I’m quoting the owner of my day’s last historic
Motel shoot on Biscayne Boulevard.
He made a big deal out of nothing, his
wife and small kids came out to witness his “heroism”…
…At the end we both lost, I had to delete my photos so not to waste the rest of my day with bored cops, and the Motel’s owner the chance of me immortalizing his property before it’s turned into rubble.

FAREWELL

Another Day
A heavy sigh
The sea is lost
Forever blue
Evermore gone
What must I do?
Behind you left my feelings
And love that blooms for you.

ROAD TRIP

Travelling with a tight loving family
Is home
Wherever you go.

SOBER

What I don’t like about
Not drinking are, the feelings of
Wanting to do so many things and
Not having enough time to do them.
What I like about
Not drinking is,
Everything else.

MONDAY

If I have nothing interesting to say,
Why even try to put pen to paper?
I’m sorry, I need a long vacation.

DUMB

Prides herself having a big mouth
But in reality,
She has no class.

I TOLD YOU

When you have nothing good
To say about someone,
It’s best not to say anything.
Many times I’ve wished to be mute…

TAKE THAT, AND MORE.

Humans,
We’re more miserable than
What we think.
Persistently whining
Hating
Fighting
Killing…
…after being blessed with the gift of life.
Feeling miserable after that just proves
How miserable we really are.

CLICK

Considering allowing my eyes
Write down the stories,
Both are greater raconteurs.

TRIP WITH A VIEW

Starting to get too visual
iphone camera is my latest addiction
High taking and retouching pictures
Getting handy applications…then, in a blink of an eye
I’m hooked on flickr
Uploading
Waiting for comments
Glancing at others work
Many should be in galleries…screw Facebook,
Need my next pixel fix.

HIGH SCHOOL

The heavens are testing me
I was never a good student
But this one class I need to pass.

SPEED LIMIT

Dry
Riding streets of
Observations
Sentiment,
Rear mirror
Reflects numb
Road rage.

PUBLIC ENEMY

Conscious of mirrors reflecting
Unbearable evil splendor and the wicked…
… basking at likeness of hell.
Blindness goes undetected by the monster.

OTHER CHEEK

Your thorn
Is a blessing
Your abhorrence towards me
Multiply by eleven
Keep it up
Unlock my door to heaven.

GUESS

This one’s for you
I love you
And it’s not you.

STEREO CRY

Miserable people
Laugh ear splittingly loud...yet cry in mute.

PATENTED

Ignorance is loud
Shameless
Has no self-esteem or taste
Never knocks
Enters unabashed
Brisk walk, spitting
Overlooking its condemned shadow.
Ignorance rests, doesn’t sleep
On stiff king size bed
Gets up and goes again
Always,
Nowhere.

PEACEFUL PANIC

Don’t like doctors
Never had a physical in
49 years. The Loch Ness
Monster may be gulping for air…

LENSLESS

PhotoEffects
CameraBag
PhotoShare & forge
Quadcamera
Focallab
Photo…sfree
Photobucket
Pano
CinemaFX, etc…
I’m loosing focus over
iPhone’s applications.

STYLE

Back then
I wrote in Rhyme
Today I favor prose…
…It’s always a struggle.

SOUTHERNMOST POINT

Clothing is optional
Party naked
Swim suits Optional
6 Toe cats
Roosters
Fail to spot Hemingway,
7 mile bridge
Part
Fall of Roman Empire
From Duval Street.

FIRST ROUND

Seven heavenly virtues
Should not beat you down
Exercise
Pump
Motivate
Psyche your spirit,
Knock Beelzebub
To the ground.

FRONT PAGE

Ex-Lover fakes death
Nancy Grace shed tears
Criss Angel is still alive
Her nightmare over sex tapes…
…And this is all the news that’s fit to print?

ONE MORE YEAR

We are given a chance to
Make a difference
Set an example
Leave a legacy behind,
Life is not about the fast lane.

THE TRUTH

I love
I sin
I pray
I sin
I confess
I sin
I regret
I sin
I forgive
And sin again…
...Weakness is strong.

RINGTONES

I hear
Crickets
Cows
Roosters
Ducks
Dog barks
Car horns
Tower Bells
Piano Riffs
Xylophones
And shallow chat.

HEAVENLY SONG

In a world of disasters
Poverty, hate death and sin…
Some are lucky enough to wake up
And want to sing.
Light shines, never fading
Crawling under the tightest, cheerless doors,
Eternal heaven light dances
Rocks, in the darkest cold floors.
Faith is the beat you wanna hear
Turn it up, sing out loud…
…Be a disciple, save a crowd.
Walking in distress, no matter how bad
Never helps, you’ll always be sad.
Look at the sky
Then go beyond
Follow the melody
Shake to the heavenly song.

GREY

Don’t feel like writing,
Inspired
Expressing anything relevant
Imaginative.
I perceive the roar of thunder outside
And left my umbrella in the car.
Might as well get a hold of it before
I get totally washed out.

HEARTBREAKING

There is no Bang
Echo
Thud
Reverberation
Crash
Thump
Whack
Blast
Worse than the sound
Of a broken heart.

NEWS BULLETIN

For many,
Bad news is
Good news
Joy is not an attention-grabbing headline.
Blasts
Detonation
Howls
Play sweeter than the
Seventh trumpet.
A ghastly day beats
Two rainbows over tea.
Don’t push your luck,
You might be breaking news.

SILENT REFLECTION

I will not read out loud
My feelings, belief and devotion,
Will forever speak on this page.

CARBON COPY

No one is truly original
We talk
Walk
Reflect
Dress and conduct ourselves
Conscious or unconsciously
After people we’ve met.
Cut the crap then and get real,
There are too many “ME’s” in this world.

INSOMANIACS

Quick to criticize
Punctual to ridicule
Put down
While trying to stand out,
These poor
Unfortunate
Infamous
Impious
Sleepless souls.

QUITE SIMPLY

Feel the power
Perceive grace
Yet I stumble
Smash my face.
Hear the call
Know the way
Again I fall
There goes another day.

BUGGED

There is …”Zap”… a mosquito, there are…
“Zap”…many mosquito’s…”Zap” in Florida this…”Zap”…
…Time of year. I…”Zap”…hate when they…”Zap”… get away.

MIZPELLD

Poms wit typos
Writen bye
Avangart poetz
Or drunken illiterates?

PEACE AND PRIVACY

Knock, Knock
Knock, Knock
Knock, Knock…

Someone’s knocking at the door
Unannounced
Uninvited
I’m not answering…
…You’re unwelcomed.

REARVIEW


You wanna trust they’re bona fide?
Look at them
Behind your back.

AGAIN

Imagining
Creating
Shaping
Believing
Raving
Fuming
Loving
Hating
Affirming
Speculating
Questioning,
Writing another poem
Again.

INCONSISTENCY


I am a loner
Keep to myself
People are fine…at a distance
I’m not looking for fame
Recognition
Maybe set a good example
Privacy is my wealth,
So why am I sharing this
With you?

LIVED

I don’t know much.
Left my Spanish speaking country
To live in San Francisco when I was one.
Lived there four years before departing en route to Japan,
Another Four years abroad.
Hard to master, let alone speak 3 different languages in such short Time.
Traveled back to my native Peru.
Was having a hard time in school.
Left to Rome,
Lived
Three and a half years before heading to Panama.
Grammar was a becoming a huge problem,
Too many languages, not enough time to learn them properly.
Now back to Peru,
Had to bribe my way to graduate from High School.
Took a year off,
Decided to attend School of Visual Arts in New York.
Lived four years in the “Big Apple”, got married, went back to Peru, Worked and lived in Lima eight years before leaving to Miami.
I’ve been living in the Sunshine State for the past seventeen years with my wife and three kids.
Lived in too many places,
Repeated the word “Lived” too many times,
Because I don’t know much.

FIRST IN THE LINE

We are given life
Yet complain
Nothing is enough
So we blame
Everything is wrong
What a shame
Always ask for more
That’s the name of the game.

MANGO MAMA

Had dinner last night with a
Local Restaurant critic. Very
Cool to talk with a foodie like
Myself. We covered many topics and I asked questions like what would she eat every day on a deserted Island that provided no food. “Creamed spinach” she answered while I confessed my preference for Ceviche Mixto .
We ate at Sra. Martinez, a famous Chef’s cutting edge
Tapas restaurant in Miami. My food celebrity friend had
Heirloom Tomatoes with Murcia al Vino capeberries,pedro Ximenez, Cerignola olives and
Poached egg with asparagus. We both shared Pimientas de Padron, Spanish shisito peppers, sea salt.
I went cholesterol all the way sampling
Roasted Bone marrow grape tomatoes, sherry vinegar, tomato marmalade and a superb fresh Sea Urchin
Sandwich a la plancha, soy-ginger butter.
Courtesy of the Chef we tried Galbi Pinchos
Korean style marinade, Kohlrabi slaw and an Expresso with coffee from India before calling it a night.
On my way home passed by McDonald’s…
…I like that too.

SARASOTA SECRET

99% pure quartz
Finest white
Talc like
Sand beach in the world.
Sunshine’s rays
Rebound
To clear
Blue
Cotton
Puffy
Clouds
Hanging sky.
Pristine see through
Gulf Sea
Underwater wonder life
Fishes
Seashells
My wife and me
Paradise coastline,

A day in Siesta Key.

                                      

MY WRITE EYE 

My eyes don’t care about

Shutter speed
ISO
ASA
Photoshop
Double exposure
Remotes or any of the
Latest nerdy gadgets in the market,
My twin bulbs are old school.
They better see the world in black and white
Trying to adjust shooting digital pictures
Missing days of texture and grain.
Both work as a team
Take pictures based on
Feeling
Gut reaction
Keeping the style raw
Using their favorite tool… luck,
Determined to capture eternity