god of song

February 3, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i prayed once-

like a message in a bottle i threw it in an ocean of many

they clinked together like after a toast-

or a prayer

i do not know if they will ever get to mine or which god answers the phone

maybe it is like the lotto system and we are all on hold

waiting for our number to be called like the dmv;

the bottle was ordinary but the paper was special

out of a journal with muses on the cover

thought they would get a laugh out of that-

whatever god; he she it just know i was in a dark place

darkened scribes on a windy night

saying hello to the moon inches from a fall-

i would not bother you guys

if it was not important

was hoping to get into the priority lane

but i have missed church a few hundred times so i get it

just need something to go right-

anything;

bottle(d) fury

February 2, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

challenge and admit

never one to quit

just on you-

on the full moon you showed your true colors

broken bottles fury nights slashing fights

knowing worth is not measure in dollars

just broken windshields

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selling time:

February 1, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

chasing night and day

like a dog on the freeway

not after a bone

looking for something i found and not ready to give up

the time has not come

just a chase;

worth every drip of sweat

blisters and speed bump-

for when i catch you

time moves at a reverse pace

your hand pushes the clock backwards

and moves mine forward

towards her on the tip of her chin

lip breaches her timid skin

surprised i caught her

but the chase only made time more valuable

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cozy k’night

January 31, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

she said she missed the old me-

the one with the funny jokes

and the unbreakable smile

never hanging from rope just above the tile

the version of you that never updated

who told stories of full hearts

standing- never wavered

now tells stories of death through fine arts

sit high like a king with his chalice

and below his subjects full of malice

switched from meat to salads

bought a case of m light and you were at wine palace

remember when we dropped acid-

where – did – you – go

( who walks in the shadows of your once peculiar self, the tepid demons haunt and talked their way into your skin to walk a path of coal never meant for your loving feet- they trashed you and colored your eyes green so you can profit and all i- we want is to banish and summon the cozy knight once more )

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[showers]

January 27, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

insults are like rain

the day couldn’t get any worse

the sun will never rise again

but

it washes away the next day

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trampoline;

January 23, 2019 SamT.Gutierrez1 Comment

you are a trampoline

for everyone you love in your life

bouncing high in the air

while you slowly sink in the ground

you are a relic of the home that once was

aged with time and vine while they sip wine as fine divine

but i will save you from the museum

not a treasure to worship

but a dancing queen to worship

a treasure on her own pirate ship

sailing and everything rounding her finger tips-

and will frame that trampoline

every great story has a beginning

Poetry · Writing

ballad written on a jet

January 22, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i wanted to thank you

for loving me

i never make it easy

i fight like my title is on the line

but here you are

my defenses are only blanks

make noises and threats

jumping up and down to try to signal this jet from crashing

but you never do-

and i will hold you close

for i never want you to go

Poetry · Writing

Perfecto

January 20, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

“The life you live is more important than the words you speak.”

-Mac

Chasin’ perfect and on the surface

I look so fine but really I’m

been runnin’ round missin’ makin’ somethin’ out of nothin’

catch twenty one- first time

I caught time it was fine until the lines

broken the goldmine. Please- stay a minute

will leave these spacesuits and fall back down

before you give me the boot. Curing clocks

just a gearbox we made to give a day meaning

just the same repeating all on coarse-

crash landing right on schedule to wake me from this faithful dream-

perfect.

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falling with style;

January 15, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

not one to fall flat

inflated with dreams higher than ceiling

but every once in a while

i will diminish

shoot across the room

fall flat in a carpet swirl

and that is okay

i will fill longer and fly higher

for i will never pop

Poetry · Writing

Starry Dreams

January 8, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i could never get tired of you-

sleep is not an escape

because i know you are

waiting for me in my dream

when i wake

i will watch the sun climb

but she could never be as high as me

when you enter my atmosphere

will go star shopping

pick you out the right one

so wherever we are

whenever we are

just like you and me

their will be a star burning forever