in a taxi

after 13 hours travelling

sleeping over towles that cover old seats

not asking ourselves what is underneath

arriving at the yellow entrance of the homestay

with flowers, when just outside

there is a cow with a naked kid on a side

what is more peaceful and wrong at the same time?

I can't imagine I can only rhyme

harmony, yes, is that touch on your eyes

and su...

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He Sold Energy To Pay The Pills.
He Left The Mob But He Didn’t Go Home.
Inspiration Struck Like Lightning.
His Hat Flew As The Wind Picked-Up.
Inside The Mind, Behind His Eyes,
Always Feeling The Highway.
Half The Time He Don’t Know.
Here Comes The Next Corner To Nowhere.
Figures You’d Seek The Corner Of Your Eyes.
It’s Always Been Him 
And He’s Always Been Me.
My Muse Fleeting 
And My...

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Dr. Love (or How I Learned to Stop Wallowing and Write Poetry)

By: Rodolfo Perez

Love is (sometimes) patient,

Love is (sometimes) kind,

And sometimes, love is a needle in the eye,

Or a kick to the groin.

It is a cliff-hanger,

With your mother waiting to catch you,

When you let go.

It is losing your voice,

From crying into your pillow.

It is real...

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