Today I Feel Inspired

Today I feel inspired…
Thoughts of my muse flood my mind…

Today,
Solitude and loneliness have left my side.
Only to be replaced by joy and love..

The smile that smiles back at me,
sends my heart aflutter…

Your smile,
that perfect crease of your lips…
Those lips that make mine quiver..

Your eyes,
those upside down
crescent moon eyes…
Tinged with the hues of honey and grass,

Your hair,
Cascading down your face,
as a chocolate waterfall
Elegant and smooth
yet soft and tender…

Your cheeks,
Soft blank canvases,
on which I wish to paint
masterpieces with my lips…

Yes,
I am inspired,
Inspired by God’s most perfect creation…

Adam was right to say,
‘flesh of my flesh’
for in you,
perfection is complimented…

In you,
has my soul found its coequal,
my mind its counterpart…

In you,
has the song of my heart’s rhythm,
found its crescendo,
and fallen in tune with yours…

In you,
whose steps I’ve followed,
and can now begin this dance of life,
this waltz of joy,
this ballet of love,
this tango of surrender,
this folkloric dance of the ages…

I have no words to thank God
for creating the being that is YOU,
for allowing me the honor
nay the privilege of putting you in my life…

Yes…
I am inspired,
all thanks to you…
-Marcos Cisneros

I just fell in love

I just fell in love...
I fell hard...
From the moment I knew you...
I knew that it was meant to be...

I wanted to hear your voice...
I wanted to touch you...
to hold you...
to love you...
to embrace you...

When I heard your name...
I felt a surge of electricity through my body...
When others would talk about you...
I felt a tinge of jealousy because I wanted you all for me...

I wanted you to be mine...
and only mine...
I would feel your caresses...
and it would send shivers down my spine...

I felt your kiss everywhere...
In the dropping of the rain...
in the dew of the morning...
in the warmth of the sun...

I knew that even when I couldn’t see you...
you were still there...
in me...
in my heart...
in my mind...
in my soul...

 I wanted to sing for you...
I wanted to write you love songs...
I wanted to write you poetry...
I wanted to draw for you my love...
 I wanted to shout to the world...
I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs...
I wanted to shout that I LOVE YOU!!!

I wanted others to feel the love I had...
I wanted others to experience this love...
I wanted to shake others...
as to awaken them from the slumber of lovelessness...
I wanted to resuscitate those dead of loneliness...
I wanted to breath the breath of time...

Yes I fell for you...
Fell hard...
Fell fast...

I wanted you to be a part of me...
And I a part of you...

I wanted to show off your beauty...
Your smile...
Your love...
Your everything...

The world made more sense to me...
Time was irrelevant when I was with you...
I felt as a bird flying free...
in your embrace I felt invincible...

The moment I looked into your eyes...
I knew it was you...
I knew...
I knew...

You were my everything...
you were my one...
you were my only...
you are my savior...
you are my God...

-Marcos Cisneros

It hurts

Today I saw a picture of you...
Just a picture...
And became sad...

Very slowly...
A tear moistened my cheek...
As it slowly descended over it...
Just a singular tear...

I let no others come...
It would be a torrent of tears...
If I had not put a stop to them...

But I stopped it...
I enslaved them...

I was saddened by your memory...
The memory of you tore at my soul...
Just like that night I left you...
Because you told me to go...
To leave your side....

You told me that you never...
Wanted to know of me...
To not speak a single word to you...

Where has that love gone???
That love that you said you had for me...
That love you always professed...
That you said would never end...

Where are those kisses???
Those warm kisses....
That warmed my heart....

Those caresses...
Those soft caresses that made my love shudder...
Soft caresses that were like the ocean breeze...
A soft summer breeze caress....

Your sweet sweet words...
Those soft words that would put my mind a buzz...
Words that you would speak with your angelic voice....

That is all I ask myself...
And that is why I am sad...

-Marcos Cisneros

Especial

Hay una persona muy especial para mi...
Esta capturo mi corazon....
Lo mantiene de rescate...
Lo unico que pide...
Es una sonrisa...

Con una mirada suya...
Me invito a sonar...
Con una palabra...
Exhale de anticipacion...
Y con su sonrisa...
Con su sonrisa mi corazon salto de alegria...

Sus lagrimas nunca quisiera ver derramar...
Pero se que enveces las lagrimas son necessarias...
Para lavar y limpiar el alma...

Ella save de amor...
Amor puro...
Como el amor de diosito...
El amor de alguien que nunca fue danado...
Amor real...

Su callada y timida sonrisa...
Llevo en mi corazon...
Y nunca se borrara...

Pronto...
Pronto...
Pronto nos veremos...
Tengo el honor de llamarle mi gran amiga...

Te extrano...
Te quiero mucho...

The Weary Traveler

The weary traveler...

Home home...
Home Home are the only words...
The words the weary traveler thinks...
home home...
the yearning is so strong...
home home
to rest his tired eyes...

He has been traveling for many many weeks..
going from city to city...
from town to town...
from country to country...

Many beautiful places...
Some dreadful places too...
cities big and small...
now he thinks only...
only of...
home home...

The place where he has lived...
Where he is welcome...
Where he can take off his shoes...
kick his feet up in the couch...
and rest...

Home home...
in his own bed...
where it hasn’t been tended by strangers...
To the food of...
home home...

He has bags under his eyes...
his many years now show...
his lined face seems tired...
and yearning for home home...

Oh how much he would give...
to be...
home home...
to taste the sweet tea of...
home home...
to feel the feel of the couch at...
home home..

Alas...
Alas he comes to his house...
He sees it from afar at first...
as if starving and staring at a juicy plate of food...

He is unsettled and wanting to be
home home...
he walks in the front door...
home home...
drops his luggage on the floor..
home home..
take off his coat...
home home...
goes directly to his own bed...
home home...
on the pillow rests his head...
home home...
the weary traveler is finally...
HOME HOME...

-Marcos Cisneros

The Play

Scene 5 act 3... Enter man... Behold woman... Laying on the sidewalk... Tell me young girl... Why are you crying??? Tell me the stories in your tears... Confide in me as a teacher... What has made you cry so??? Was it a friend or foe??? What is it that you yearn for??? Is it love or scorn??? Is it a tender word or touch??? Would it come from a strangers hand??? Or only from a loved one??? Was it from loss or gain??? Please young child... Beautiful child... Part thy tears... Open thine lips and speak... Speak thine hearts emotion... Whisper thy souls song... Please I beg thee now... And let a smile once again grace thy lips... Scene 5 act 4 Thank you kind stranger... Thank you for such fair words... Trouble not your mind... Trouble not your heart... My story will go untold... But I pray you stay thy speech... Scene 5 act 5 I beg and beg thee... Consider me worthy to know... Don't look upon me with thine eyes... Thine watery emeralds... Speak not to me... But speak to my soul... Harden not your speech... Silence not your eyes... I beg thee one final plea... Tell me the secrets in your tears.... Scene 5 act 6... Forgive and pardon kind stranger... It is done... And what is done is done is done... Scene 6 act 1... Please oh please woman of old... Youth of youth... Tell me then your dreams... Scene 6 act 2... No other word was uttered by her... She only took up her saxophone and played the most hauntingly beautiful sad song... A song that shook men to my very core... That made me cry out in fear... That cried out in joy and loss... That made me believe in love and disbelief it's validity... Curtains down.... -Marcos Cisneros

Love According To A Young Girls Heart

Love can be blinding
it can make you see the world in a whole new way
make you walk with your head in the clouds
or have you falling hard

it can be the most amazing experience in the world
where you see beauty in every corner
or feel deep sorrow of a broken heart
that still manages to love the one who broke them with all the little pieces

But however confusing it is no one can ever fight the feeling
no matter how hard they try
its a part of the human experience
to feel affection towards another
although painful at times
true love is the only thing that shall never deceive you

and although when heartbroken and feeling alone
another seems to walk into our lives
and we realize y things happened this way
and that there is a reason for your pain

its just gods way of helping you grow stronger
and wiser
for us to realize when the one for us walks into our life
so no matter how much life gets you down
don't give up hope ,
its just another heartbreak closer to happily ever after .

- Alicia Cisneros :D