Bathwater

Don't drink the bathwater Full of dirt and muck Greed and lust and gluttony Of those who own mistrust Don't drink the bathwater Cleanse what you see Them Internalize misdeeds and crimes Against humanity All are drinking Not a want absence of need Those that don't die Thirst So young, so young So pure, so pure I shall drink Fall, condemned Stay free Don't drink the bathwater                                              -Quasimodo

Closer

As I sit by this river I drift Silently swiftly Away from here The gentle rise and fall Your breath The lap of water Your laugh The smooth reflection Your skin The empty seat beside me Occupied The soft wind upon my cheek Your kiss The river silently, swiftly I drift Closer

A Sinking Ship

Underwater now

Falling leaf

Bubbles rise to heaven

Abandon ship

Limbo now

Surface and floor

Still silently downward

Slower than before

The leak was discovered

A patch, a plug, a fix

Still a chance to stay a float

Still the light, still the air

To no avail, effort spent

Water consuming every inch

All in vain to prevent

This creation unintended

Slowly inching, blacker still

No patch available

No fix on deck

To bring this ship back to surface

Has it been decided?

Is this the fate?

Haven’t hit the bottom

Is there still some other way?

Worthless, not worthy

Of any real effort

Lost to the sea

A child of the water

Not the end, oh no

A new, your purpose is

In the depths you provide

A new home, in your death

But is that why you were created

Is that what you wanted

To be below the surface

And your existence forgotten

Save yourself, you can’t

Molded by unloving hands

To the depths, we say farewell

With a tip of the captain’s hat

                                                          -Quasimodo

A Dream...

All already gone
She was just here
She with me
And me with her

T'was a wisp
Our breaths together
I began to endure
Felt like forever

Drops of selfishness
To ease the dark thirst
That wonderful "togetheredness"
Seems to birth

The time and words wasted
Why did I not hasten?
A wisp, now, a dream
So hard to hold on to

Now apart, we, two
Is it any lighter?
Drowned in selfish alone
Feels like forever

                                           -Quasimodo

Miséricorde

Who am I that you will listen
Who am I that you will bless
How can I dare
Ay, that you will care
of the troubled seas
That I have brought upon me

Ungrateful weak and fragile
Powerless and vain
How can I ever remain
In life alive
with stain

Do not leave me to darkness
Don't leave me alone
Weak, a coward
That can't let go

For too long in darkness
Have I done all
I come to see the light
Only after I fall

Who am I?  Ungrateful sun
Unworthy father, speck of dust
Will you still bless the others
Innocence and ignorance, she crawls
Protect, give oil, make free
From the darkness that consumes all

                                             Quasimodo

Immigrant

Do I complain too much?
Do I put myself in the darkness?
Too much
Life is a duality
To have one,
You must have the other
The pursuit of happiness
Must be filled with such
Emptiness
Isn't it expected then?
Doubt can't be expected
Worry is not worried over
Time heals all wounds
or does it make them deeper.
Is that what life is...
A pursuit to an unattainable place?
If I can't be happy here,
then why should I be there?
Here, there, everywhere
How many feet do you meet?
With blisters and sores, on
The road of false dreams
A hamster wheel; an illusion
Diamonds under glass shine much brighter, the stars
Always out of reach
Can't stay still, no time to relax
No time to be happy
False hope, a nice trick
But I found out the Tragedy
Chase your end, sadness the means
Present happiness; demeaning
Higher and faster, infinity
Are you happy with the moon?

                          -Quasimodo

Sunrise, Sunset

Sunrise, sunset
The same, continues
Once a ruler, a god
Master of the human race
It giveth, it taketh
it awakened those that slept
dried up the weak
blinded the proud
Supreme force
Unable to be controlled
Sunrise, sunset
The lamps burn all night
The electric hum
The king was weakening
Crops grow regardless
the weak are strengthened
The blinded are shaded
The A/C melting
electronic beeps awaketh
Midnight stars raineth
The ruler is weak, unheeded
A mere tradition
Grown old
A routine
Sunrise, Sunset

               -Quasimodo