poetry

Drip, Drip, Drip

Danced with the devil

Stepped on his tail

Got drunk in a tavern

I found Jesus in jail

Drank enough beer

To piss me an ocean

It’s hard to get lost 

If you don’t care where you’re going

Bummed me a smoke

Fired up a light

Now I’m stuck in this tree

Like a tattered old kite

Chased a few rainbows

Searching for a pot of gold

When I was young

I never thought I’d grow old

Times a wad of gum

Stuck on your shoe

You can try to out run it

But it’ll catch up with you

Fates a leaky faucet

It goes Drip Drip Drip

What you deserve

Is usually what you get

One night stands

Well I had me a few

When it comes to love

I bit off more than I could chew

Made some mistakes

but I paid my dues 

Smashed my TV

Tired of the same old bad news

You might same I’m crazy

Nutty as a fruitcake

If the fish ain’t bitting

It’s time to change your bait 

Chased a few rainbows

Searching for a pot of gold

When I was young

I never thought I’d grow old

Fates a wad of gum

Stuck on your shoe

You can try to out run it

But it’ll catch up with you

Times a leaky faucet

It goes Drip Drip Drip

The good times I’ll remember

Bad ones I’ll forget  

All That Ever Is

All That Ever Is

By Victor Uriz

The freeway sounds like the ocean, city lights look like stars

The ole moon singing down at me, to sound of a Spanish guitar

Trash dancing in the wind, my words cold clouds of steam

If I told you how I felt, would you say you still know what I mean

Streets dark and damp, puddles where the rain it fell

If I looked you in the eye, would you say you still know me well

Old friend have they gotten to you yet

Compromise yourself

Mayas what you get

What we become, these things we pretend

Careful what you value 

These things become you in the end

All that ever is, ever will be or was, from original sin, to unconditional love

Beneath a crooked smile, I hear a tenor sax sad and low

The nights so lonely, I feel it in the notes he blows

Play it sweet, make it true, Lay it down real sad, brother won’t you make it blue

We can change this world, if we change our minds

Put it down in poem, for the deaf the dumb and for the blind

Old friend, have they gotten to you yet 

Sacrifice yourself, Dharma’s what you get 

What we become, these things we pretend

Careful what you value 

These things become you in the end

All that ever is, ever will be or was, from original sin to unconditional love

Lets Fall In Love For A Minute

Stars burn out

Rivers run dry

People turn around 

Without saying goodbye

Thunder rolls

Lightning strikes

I’ll be your north star

You’ll be my guiding light

People say they love you, and then forget

Let’s fall in love, if only for a minute

Time goes by

Nothing seems to last

Tomorrow never comes

There’s no future, living in the past

Clouds shed tears

Mountains fall to their knees 

If the world stops spinning

I’d still need you here next to me

People say they love you, and then forget

Let’s fall in love, if only for a minute

Where No Ones Been

Where No Ones Been

When nothing seems to matter

And no one seems to care

Love leaves no trace

Autumn unfolds, naked and bare

What was it you said

As you turned and looked away

Come with me

Before we fall, and time fades away

Empty rooms

Empty space

No matter where I go

I always feel out of place

I know your scent

I know your skin

I know your touch

In those secret places where no one’s ever been

I swear I can hear your heart

I can taste your breath

If you’d only let me

I’d find you again between this life and death

Wherever you’d go

I’d follow you down

Through darkest of streets

Of the loneliest of deserted towns

Are you broken like me

Black and blue, painted sad

Letting go of all those little things

We could of had 

I know your scent

I know your skin

I know your touch

In secret places where no one’s ever been

Something

She was crying, crying so very hard, and it almost sounded the same as hysterical laughter——It was a sound steeped in deep emotions. Emotions are strange and uncontrollable but never wasted. She had the fading foundation of a woman who in her younger years was pretty, No, not pretty—-She had once been beautiful. She’s my Sad Autumn girl.
Getting older is rough, even more so for a woman. Losing ones attractiveness is a cruel trick of time. There’s no punch line, just laughter and tears——and we all live somewhere between the two?
Kindness is more attractive than beauty 
right there and then
I wanted to change my life
We all want to
We are all
Afraid to live
Afraid to die
some days leave us feeling like forever

Somedays will never be forgotten
somedays show us what we’re made of
It would take all my strength 
To beat back the darkness
When did it get to be so hard
Maybe nothing and no one changes
Or, maybe it’s only me who changes
I don’t really know anyone
Anymore

And no one knows me

I prefer it this way
I wanna figure it out
On my won
I miss everyone
Everything hurts
Nothings easy anymore
How do I carry on
I just want something
Something to hold on too
But something is so hard to find
I’m lost in the wonder of it all
and it makes me cry and laugh
living somewhere between the two

Twilight

Forever forgotten
an empty chair 
at silent dinner table
China ware frail
Showing tiny fractures

Pious Stained window
from the back pew
of a prayer worn church
contrition on aching knee’s 
Quiet sobbing in the dark
 
midnight cars meander
rolling by in the distance
aimless forlorn headlights

The lonely bark of a dog at 3:05 am
The measured ticking of a incessant clock
Flickering starlight 
from Dying stars
forgive-less moon
chasing Blind skies
Waiting on a tardy sun
birth of twilight 
Shadows cast from dim windows
across dark silent bedroom walls

Rain drops against window panes
endless November nights
They say the world spins
But I don’t know
What to believe 

We are given no reasons
Holy books and funny papers
Knowing, that there is, no-knowing
What’s reality, what’s illusion
What’s it matter
we all must walk through the fire
And we do our best
To carry on






Soul Muscles

I wanted to be 
Understood
To be irreplaceable
But even the mightiest of loves
Is adrift between illusion and fantasy

The chasm too wide
The silence too deep

You wanted me to be whole
You wanted me to be confident
You wanted me to be stable
But I’m none of those things
I’m vulnerable, kind, sensitive
And there’s nothing worse then being gentle
In a world stilted on false bravado 

The world rewards 
Angry bitter people

Such people
Wear me out
Drain me
Suffocate me

I’d prefer my solitude

Ya see
To be a poet 
It requires that you have
Muscles in your soul

You told me to grow up
But I said why
The world’s full of fucked up grown ups

The road becomes too long
Time blurs
Love’s a vapor

I let it all go
I let you go
I was being dragged
So, I let it all go


Teller of Tales

a crazed woman cut my heart out of my chest, she then carelessly disassembled it and put it back together all wrong, it was slippery with blood and hard to handle, so she shoved it back inside me where the organ for caring and giving a shit use to be…..these days I compulsively take my pulse in search of a rhythm, but all I feel is an occasional spastic fluttering in my chest, like a bird beating its wings against hurricane winds—and when it gets dark, it stops all together—

come closer to me, go ahead, lay your head on my chest, I’ll whisper, cause others may be listening—-at night those blues come stalking me, they peer through my blinds like some nefarious wide-eyed peeping Tom, leaving foggy predatory breath on the window pane—-the bleakness of it all tramples across the nothingness of another specter ridden midnight—I can feel my heart go still, like an unworn love left hanging in someones dusty closet, an addiction traded against a corrupted souls collateral, broken people warehoused like damaged goods, young kids with no fire in their eyes, an old guy going in circles on the metro for an as-semblance of company, the scent of morning rain on dirty pavement, damp leaves smoldering in the drizzle, the stench of alley piss—-time is blurring by like a whirl-wind whooshing past my car window on a Sunday drive to nowhere in-particular—-once again, I’m tired of me and how things get all twisted, I’m left staring into the futility of a gray weather beaten morning, realizing I’m no longer running from something, nor running to something—-I’m slowly being crushed under the ache that comes with knowing there’s got to be something better than this—-someplace—–somewhere—-cause this life is way to long to be miserable and far to short to be boring—its time I set that caged bird free, so lets get on with it boys—-

there’s too much pain in the world to believe I’m immune to it, or can hide from it—–or selfishly fear that I’m the only one being consumed by it—that would be a righteous sadness, the kind of sadness that beckons the lugubrious to replay a heartbreak love song over and over again.  Real sadness has no soundtrack, no words, no explanation—-its like tree sap that mysteriously shows up on your hands and can’t be washed off—-

people always ask me the same question “Was that story true or made-up?”   To be perfectly honest, I’m don’t know anymore.  Most of the stuff I once thought was true, ends up being a lie or an illusion, and what I thought was fiction (made-up) is just an alternative version of truth or reality that I’ve failed to grasp.  I’ve come to believe that what’s true, and what’s made up, is a predilection reserved for the teller of tales. 

but I do know this, one day that little bird trapped inside us all will be set free—-