The passing time

While I wait to open the door tight
Say goodbye to imprisoned appetite
They cheer the passing time
Just enough when they smile
At their dangling bodies divine 

The love to be here and out there
Brought us even close to the exit
Awaiting the appointed time

I saw an angel

The path of angels travails
And to men who walk that path
With difficulty I give honour 
It will seem to men as though they have all
And but will struggle with owning a genuine heart

 Gentle and gigantic they daily openly grow
Wise and crafty their women proudly surround
To notice even a pregnant dove not in altitude low

And the palm stands will gently shake 
At the sight of the setting horizon 
When it comes to bid it good bye

It must first enter through the mouth 
What is cooked for love 
Brewed in the distillery of the heart

Waiting for you to act

Movements of muscles beneath the groin
Slowly erecting standing not on any feet
Through the food she ate he'll know this take
As she sits quietly by you as a tale you tell not
Waiting for you to act to touch what you have

Morning feels

The night has drawn nigh 
The awakening of the morning
While some wait unending for a catch 
Others shake in a haste around
Waiting and viewing the calm sky
Shaking and expecting the right guy

When I found a piece of you

 A place far away 
A place called home 
The home I found 
In the thickest of the night 
On the most fragile string 
On which I now hang 
I noticed your glitter 

It was the only one I saw 
It was bright like home 
Where the navel was buried 

I will not forget my home 
Like this glitter I just saw
I will strike the dusty earth 
With a planting stake there
And behind leave seeds
Fertile seeds which can ever grow
Flowers and fruits in the desert

I have called you for long 
To make you part of mine
Here I am with you - a piece of you unknowingly

Wailweep

They held hands one to another 

and shed tears
Who loved thee as much as she 
and saw not themselves 
At the time of wailweep

Not even one

Not a single gunshot was aired 
Nor the normal salute of farewell 
Not a concern for the many represented
Nor his own when the supposed time came 

It was him and her
At his side the farthermost distance 
It was pain carrying his burden
For there was not even one

When it settles

The evil eyes behind the veil hides 
The evil plot which must be hatched
Quick the moment when it settles 
Long the silent earth when it stands

Mom

You can call her mom
you can make her your mom
but not let her act like one 

In winter night

Not long ago 
in winter night
Not gone my love 
close to my heart
Not dark but bright
the single eye above
Not blinking but staring

as if to talk to me

Not long did I see 

behind my back

Not in a haste 

slowly following

Not making any sound

I turned my back

Not to get hurt or abducted

I entered the room peeping through the window

Not like anything 

I have ever known

Not above but below the roof

close to the green street

Not anywhere 

but the streets of Yandell 

Are we at war?

It is 11.08 pm and on the street of Arizona 
the sound of an aircraft is all I hear
are we at war? 

It was 9:00 pm and on the street of Mesa 

it flew so low

at roof level even below

It was after 2:00 pm and before 3: 00 pm

and heard the rumors of war

in the air go to and fro 

It was my first winter night

she flew so close to the green street

eyes bright slowly behind

It was from Yandel to Mundy

they destroy my network

they shake the earth under my feet

It is all he wants to ask

are we at war and with whom?

yes with him and his verses

El Pass VI

he loves him not
and hides it
and says otherwise

El Pass V

He hangs in many parts divided
you wish that they perish 
yet expect them your praises to sing  

El Pass IV

If you are with him
it will be forever
hating or loving and not both

El Pass III

If you are with her
you are for her
and never against her

El Pass II

He loves her 

and shows it

and says it

El Pass I

She loves her
and can't say it
but show it

Wait not for another

wait not for one more
when all you need is you

when going back to start over

might be painful

might be disgraceful

the end matters more 

wait not for another more