Falling Prayer

When did the answer to my prayer fall to me?
I will honestly say that I cannot remember.
It landed as lightly as the smallest snowflake,
In the dead center of my coldest December.

-miguel

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Pressure

One way to get it right,
Or two ways to get it wrong?
Or just a thought, caught in bed-
Stuck in my head, like her song.
In a moment, could be free,
Like a prisoner enraptured.
Or just some yard time,
Before the heart again is captured.

I start again, on the line,
Right at the beginning.
But my feet can't move, can't run-
Too scared of winning?
Like the chase, sweat, and doubt
Is all I'm to live for.
Never to own my home-
Only think of the decor.

But really it may be,
Much closer than it seems.
Though she shines so bright,
Like the Bay's midnight gleam.
A light too gorgeous,
To be handled by my eyes?
Or maybe this one chance,
Is no blessing in disguise.

It's right in plain sight.
It's me that stays hidden.
No cure, as I remain,
Sick as the bedridden.
But there should be no fear-
I own all that I am.
Just waiting for the chance,
To reach out for her hand.

-miguel

Immaculate Breakthrough

Do the knowledge. Knowledge of Self.
And sing it out loud.
Forget the others, know your wealth.
And make yourself proud.
Find the real behind the fiction,
And fix yourself true.
So when you view your own reflection,
You know it's just you.

Beautiful you... break through.

-miguel

At The End Of A Tunnel

Painting a bleak future with the grain of time's sands.
When I finished all I had left was time on my hands.
The picture melted out like the art of Salvador.
A trick I fell for, cape of a matador.
Maybe that or- perhaps I was wise the whole time?
Entrenched in the image of failure, my sole crime.

And if the fright of night is what keeps me moving towards the light,
I would keep the darkness close and never let it leave my sight.

 -miguel

Sonrisa

Sunrise. Now- Time to rise, my son.
You never know a day until the night's begun.
A lesson I repeated before the day was done,
With praise for Sun rays, as I raised my son.

-miguel

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Just as the Rosebud will wait until the night is done,

In time you will bloom and shine your petals in the Sun. 
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Memory, Loss

The look in my face,
Thoughts in my head,
Left without space,
To remember the dead.

The pull of my heart,
The will of my soul,
My brand new start,
Is darker than coal.

-miguel