In order for me to write
My next collection of poetry
I must first review the archives
~~(Siéntate, ¿quieres un cafecito?)~~
Those experiences that have fueled my pen to write
- Fanatically
- Frantically
- Oh so desperately
Trying to recreate
- Re-stimulate
- Theraputize my soul
- Cleanse my mind
Calm my imagination

~~(Pero todavía no puedo dormir sino que sueña)~~

And relive
Pain, love, loss and truimph

~~(I once read a poem of love…)~~

The effects… have been either catastrophic or glorious
Forcing tears to fall
And a glass to fill with liquid gold
~~(Dame otro tequila por favor)~~
To be raised in celebration or in self pity
And my mind to sink…
…into oblivion

~~(Repase la vida de amor perdida)~~

But come, please sit beside me
~~(¿Quieres más café?)~~
And right here on this patio
Where the sun warms our skin
I will start my new collection
I will write for you
The most beautiful poem in the world
That will make you cry
And ...
remember your own
Relive your own
Life experiences
And you will feel
Within my words
The depths of my persona
The passions that burn in my blood

~~(And what if I do not understand?)~~

Just clear you mind
And read with openness…
And acceptance…
For clarity of the mind can only bring
Insight to the complicated,
Vandalized density of
A self tortured soul
That has started life anew

~~(Lamento que hayas sufrido tanto…)~~

For mine is a journey of survival
Strength and resiliency
Sensual lusts
Forbidden thoughts
Immoral actions

~~(Bless me father for I have sinned…)~~

Read at your leisure
Take what you need for yourself
And realize,
That the archives have created the path
To what you will read from here on out…
Therefore, I present to you,
My newest collections of me...