"I hope he's okay"
by Jose R. Gonzalez
I hope your boyfriend is okay,
My soul is as empty
as these bottles of Jack Daniels.
I hope he enjoys your lips.
As I have enjoyed this sweet
fifth of Fireball.
His cold stare similar to
A Russian winter has melted
your heart.
This Russian water sparked
a new flame in my throat.
I hope he drowns you with kisses
& suffocates you with care .
I'll push our love's head
down a lake of alcohol.
Until the last memories of what we were
burst like tiny bubbles.
2.21.2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Letter Poem/ "Please, save a seat" by Jose R. Gonzalez
"Please, save me a seat"
By Jose R. Gonzalez
Please, save me a seat.
Dad always told that you
were the one to ask to
save a seat.
You meet & taught the child
but the man is the one that needs
your fatherly advice.
My coffee is always boiling hot
When I take a sip
it reminds me of your warm face.
I change soccer for basketball
I still apply your teachings.
I don't know when I'll get there
but when I do
Please, save me a seat
next to you
2.21.2013
By Jose R. Gonzalez
Please, save me a seat.
Dad always told that you
were the one to ask to
save a seat.
You meet & taught the child
but the man is the one that needs
your fatherly advice.
My coffee is always boiling hot
When I take a sip
it reminds me of your warm face.
I change soccer for basketball
I still apply your teachings.
I don't know when I'll get there
but when I do
Please, save me a seat
next to you
2.21.2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Boy trapped in the blizzard By Jose R. Gonzalez
Boy trapped in the blizzard
by Jose R. Gonzalez
Picture a young boy in a blizzard,
A man in an empty road.
A journey without a purpose or reason
A journey needed to be taken.
I don't know why I do these things.
Ignorance creates an opportunity for bravery.
I know better now,
I seen twice as many Decembers
as I did before.
I went dressed all in black
not for respect but for coincidence.
I was dressed like a crow,
Even thou the sun is gone
I won't join the Night's Watch.
George R.R. Martin would
laugh at that.
A raven flying on a cloudy sky
A shadow hiding at night.
The more I kept walking
The more I wanna be there.
Why go? I know no one there.
They might know someone I know,
My grandpa, My uncle.
I know better now
Is what I keep telling myself.
The boy in the blizzard
still trapped inside
my cold heart.
The raven still flying
in my dark mind.
I know better now
is what I keep telling myself.
by Jose R. Gonzalez
Picture a young boy in a blizzard,
A man in an empty road.
A journey without a purpose or reason
A journey needed to be taken.
I don't know why I do these things.
Ignorance creates an opportunity for bravery.
I know better now,
I seen twice as many Decembers
as I did before.
I went dressed all in black
not for respect but for coincidence.
I was dressed like a crow,
Even thou the sun is gone
I won't join the Night's Watch.
George R.R. Martin would
laugh at that.
A raven flying on a cloudy sky
A shadow hiding at night.
The more I kept walking
The more I wanna be there.
Why go? I know no one there.
They might know someone I know,
My grandpa, My uncle.
I know better now
Is what I keep telling myself.
The boy in the blizzard
still trapped inside
my cold heart.
The raven still flying
in my dark mind.
I know better now
is what I keep telling myself.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
1st Poem/ "let's play"
"Let's play" by Jose R. Gonzalez
We're all gonna end up here
but we rarely come to visit.
I mean we go there but is always
for business, never pleasure.
Children don't belong here
for business or pleasure.
We broke into through the fence
when most people try to escape this prison
we broke the rules to be there.
A weird playground, Odd, different.
We played weird games,
We played with those who couldn't play
anymore.
Their playground was filled with flowers
& some even had toys on them.
They couldn't move but they played with us.
The wind blowing through the trees
was like a smirk of a tornado,
"their laughter", scared us
but then again it's all a game.
Hide-N-Seek & Sliding down the hills
innocent games.
Playing doctor felt like a bad joke
being told at an empty crowd.
Children don't belong in a graveyard,
but we were there.
Toys & Games don't belong in a cemetery,
but we played there.
Death & Fun don't go together
A graveyard is not a playground.
That's what most people say.
We all played with death
at our house,car or with a crazy girlfriend.
We all have played in a cemetery ...
some of us have fun.
Playing with life seems risky, playing with death
seems brave.
We are brave children playing with death,
We are brave people living our lives.
God, has made his playground into a graveyard...
Did we filled a playground with death?
Can children change a graveyard into a playground
with laughter?
We were brave,dumb, kids.
We are brave, dumb, hopeful people.
2-11-2013
We're all gonna end up here
but we rarely come to visit.
I mean we go there but is always
for business, never pleasure.
Children don't belong here
for business or pleasure.
We broke into through the fence
when most people try to escape this prison
we broke the rules to be there.
A weird playground, Odd, different.
We played weird games,
We played with those who couldn't play
anymore.
Their playground was filled with flowers
& some even had toys on them.
They couldn't move but they played with us.
The wind blowing through the trees
was like a smirk of a tornado,
"their laughter", scared us
but then again it's all a game.
Hide-N-Seek & Sliding down the hills
innocent games.
Playing doctor felt like a bad joke
being told at an empty crowd.
Children don't belong in a graveyard,
but we were there.
Toys & Games don't belong in a cemetery,
but we played there.
Death & Fun don't go together
A graveyard is not a playground.
That's what most people say.
We all played with death
at our house,car or with a crazy girlfriend.
We all have played in a cemetery ...
some of us have fun.
Playing with life seems risky, playing with death
seems brave.
We are brave children playing with death,
We are brave people living our lives.
God, has made his playground into a graveyard...
Did we filled a playground with death?
Can children change a graveyard into a playground
with laughter?
We were brave,dumb, kids.
We are brave, dumb, hopeful people.
2-11-2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Invocation of a Muse/Charles Bukowski "Beers"
BEER
from: Love is A Mad Dog From Hell by Charles Bukowski
I don't know how many bottles of beer
I have consumed while waiting for things
to get better
I dont know how much wine and whisky
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after splits with women-
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,
and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming up out of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:
"what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!"
the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer than the male,
and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure.
while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing with horney cowboys.
well, there's beer
sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottle fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack
rolling
clanking
spilling gray wet ash
and stale beer,
or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
in the morning
making the only sound in your life.
beer
rivers and seas of beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is.
http://www.charlesbukowski.20m.com/bukowski_poems.html
Reflection:
I love this poem because it reminds me a lot of some of my nights. Bukowski really paints a dark picture of what could be his personal life. He talks about how his splits with women have made him pick up the bottle but it is also the reason why some of his relationships have been ruined. Is kinda an endless cycle for him, where alcoholism seems a better solution if not a simpler one. I think one of the reason speaks to me is because they sound like conversations that I had before. When my friends and I drink, beer, mostly beer, we discussed our relationships, how to fix them, how they sucked or about how beer makes the relationships better. Bukowski also uses a pretty casual language which makes the poem less dramatic and more real in a weird sense. He also has a great taken on the end-line, just when you think something is gonna happen boom
a drop of a line and the take of the poem changes. My favorite lines were:
" the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer than the male,
and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure."
I'm not 100% sure if women do live 7 1/2 years more than men. I think most men will more than willingly give up 7 1/2 years of their lives if they couldn't drink beer.
from: Love is A Mad Dog From Hell by Charles Bukowski
I don't know how many bottles of beer
I have consumed while waiting for things
to get better
I dont know how much wine and whisky
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after splits with women-
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,
and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming up out of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:
"what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!"
the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer than the male,
and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure.
while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing with horney cowboys.
well, there's beer
sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottle fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack
rolling
clanking
spilling gray wet ash
and stale beer,
or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
in the morning
making the only sound in your life.
beer
rivers and seas of beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is.
http://www.charlesbukowski.20m.com/bukowski_poems.html
Reflection:
I love this poem because it reminds me a lot of some of my nights. Bukowski really paints a dark picture of what could be his personal life. He talks about how his splits with women have made him pick up the bottle but it is also the reason why some of his relationships have been ruined. Is kinda an endless cycle for him, where alcoholism seems a better solution if not a simpler one. I think one of the reason speaks to me is because they sound like conversations that I had before. When my friends and I drink, beer, mostly beer, we discussed our relationships, how to fix them, how they sucked or about how beer makes the relationships better. Bukowski also uses a pretty casual language which makes the poem less dramatic and more real in a weird sense. He also has a great taken on the end-line, just when you think something is gonna happen boom
a drop of a line and the take of the poem changes. My favorite lines were:
" the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer than the male,
and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure."
I'm not 100% sure if women do live 7 1/2 years more than men. I think most men will more than willingly give up 7 1/2 years of their lives if they couldn't drink beer.
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