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Chronicles of El Vidad > The Affair
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Posted: Apr.06.2007 @ 5:11 pm

 

Bronx Bus 22
Bedford Park to Castle Hill
The beep of my metrocard
A hard seat to choose
Another trip of boredom


Kingsbridge Avenue Stop
An alpha male gets on
His eyes are deep set
His body, well sculpted
I eyed his tight buns


Valentine Road
I steal obvious glances
The way his hips sway
As the bus swerves
I wonder how he is in bed


E. Fordham Road
People hopped noisily
Crowding the bus, squealing kids
He steps inside, infront of me
Thank you, gracious heaven!


White Plains Road
I tried to, God knows I did
But I am a sucker for flesh
Not only once but three times
I stared down at his crotch

 

I wonder
I wonder with glee
I wonder with excitement
I wonder with guilty pleasure
I wonder as I stared again


Parkchester stop
"Back door!" a burly man shouted
I am indeed in Care Bear Land
In front of me is a beautiful creature
His hands can travel anywhere with me


Lyon Avenue
I pushed the yellow tape
"Excuse me." I stood
He gave way and smiled
My breasts tingled


Castle Hill stop
I struggled to get out
I caught a last glimpse
His tempting mouth
speaks of my carnal desires


Glebe Avenue
It is still chilly
Almost Spring but I feel warm
Warm all over, my cheeks
I am flushed beet red


Doris Street
I crossed the street
To another block
Looked at my watch
I thought of him
I thought of him again


Glover Road
I am finally home
A sigh of relief
Checked the phone
And listened to messages


I had an affair on a bus
Only myself knows
I desire, I ogled
I appreciated.
What a man is on the outside
What a man can do to me


I thought of him
I thought of him again
Trying to decide
This is difficult
Need to check my phone


I placed a call
And left a message
I think of him
I think of him always
I belong to him


"Will it be grilled salmon
 or tuna sandwich for tonight?
  Give me a call Sweetheart
   when you get this message."

Chronicles of El Vidad > Ripples of Karma
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Posted: Apr.06.2007 @ 4:57 pm

I was watching the first season of "My Name is Earl" after a week of tremendous stress from work. It was a good time to kick off my shoes and let my eyes be glued to the tube. I watched at least five episodes that I missed and honestly, the show's humor teaches me a lot of things about the concept of karma. I consider myself a plausible epitome of the yin and yang of things. My life is more than a wheel thus it is always on the go. There are days I feel that I am the queen of England and days that I feel like I am flushed away in the sewage. I relate to Jason Lee who tries to make up for his misdeeds. I am responsible for my mistakes and I stopped blaming others. Probably my cells are growing old which makes me think harder. Utmost thinking lead to my realization that karma does indeed, exists.

1. When I was in Nursery school, I like to pretend that I was too sleepy to make it to class. This made my grandmother take pity on me and let me sleep in until lunchtime. I only attended an equivalent of one month out of the ten months my aunt paid for. The result, I did not learn my ABC's which led to my mother's belief that I was retarded. She dragged me back to the hell house and hit me on the head with a ruler until I read the list words under the - at family. Talk about "military schooling."

2. Just like any kid in the universe, I wanted to be spoiled. I got my wish and my grandmother would prepare my meals ala carte. I can demand what I wanted to eat and there should always be peaches for dessert. Alas! I was returned to my mother who dumped wild beans on my plate. When I said, "I want peaches!" The only peaches I got were the double slaps on my pudgy cheeks.

3. My grandmother and aunt never prevented me from honing my social skills. From birth to 6 years old, I was Ms. Friendship. From the oldest lady in the street down to the fishball man, I can strike up a conversation. In other words, I was always out of the house. My mother assumed that I will become a future bum. Hence, she instilled a rule that I can only play for one hour. Well this never prevented my friends to call "Hazel! Come out and play!" I would just look out the window and tried desperately to give them the "Be quiet! or I will be dead meat." sign.

4. I pretended to have poor hearing. I wanted to escape doing house chores. I miscalculated because my mom just screamed louder and added more chores to my name including pulling out her grey hair with a set of rusty tweezers.

5. In school I traded my food for toys. Besides I hate my snacks of artificial orange juice and butter sandwich. When I came home, I get to be spanked until my butt turns red but hey, I loved those tiny paper dolls.

6. I hated my religion classes, I hated my religion teachers. I hated my religion books. My mom paid for my Gospel Comics subscription.

7. During my high school days I had a pattern for my grades. High marks during the first grading period then sudden drop in the second grading period. Third grading period is my favorite, barely passing. Final grading, I would ace the tests. This infuriated my mother. She gets pissed. She gets more pissed when my grandmother would say "She is just pretending to be dumb. She is smart but she is rebelling against you." Thanks grandma for helping me get another serving of four hours of sermon about "making something out of yourself" from mom.

8. I declared that I did not know what to take in college. Honestly I just wanted to be an artist who splashes paint on walls. My mother decided I should take up Psychology so I can figure out myself. I did, only I realized she was the one who was twisted and not me.

9. I wanted freedom so I ran away from home. My parents contacted the police but my grandma knows where I was. Both of us laughed at my mom who scolded me like I was under the Spanish Inquisition. Vividly, I recall my dad smiling secretly at me as if saying, "You are free."

10.I fell in love stupidly. My mom tried to stop me. I wished she tried harder but it was my fault. I liked it when she gets pissed. My biggest regret though was hurting no one but myself.

New York paved its way to my heart as I struggle to survive each day. Yin and Yang are always present but I try to maintain a cosmic balance. Perhaps one day, I can be partners with karma and forgive those who made a fool out of me.....including myself.

 

Chronicles of El Vidad > Sincerely, Naty
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Posted: Apr.06.2007 @ 4:52 pm

Sincerely, Naty

 


I am old, please understand me
Be patient with me.

Because of my poor eyesight
I might break some plates
Or spill my soup on the table
I hope you will not be mad
since I am easily hurt
I pity myself in the corner
Whenever you shout at me

My ears fail me, I am frustrated
I cannot understand what you say
Please don't scream at me
Don't call me stupid
If you can, write what you want to say
Please be patient, I am just old

My knees are weak and brittle
I wish you'll wait for me
Help me to stand up
Just like when I held you
When you were still
Learning how to walk


I need more patience
If I become annoying
With my endless questions
Like a broken record
I apologize, I am old
Please don't laugh at me
Or worst, show disinterest
In my stories of long ago

Do you remember when you were still young?
If you wanted a balloon,
Over and over, you would nudge me
Until you got it
I was patient with you
Because you are dear to me

Please be patient too
With the way I smell
I smell like old wood,
Damp soil and leaves
Please don't scold me
To take a bath
My body is weak
I beg you
Don't be disgusted

Do you remember when you were still young?
I chased you under the table
So you can have a bath
Because I care for you

Please be patient
When I am irritable
Maybe because of my age
My aches and pain


If you have time
Let's have a conversation
I miss you so much
Even for just a while
I am here all alone
All afternoon in solitude
No one to talk to

I know you are busy at work
But I want you to know
That I yearn for your presence
To see you, hold your hand
Even if I know already
That you are not interested
In my stories about you

Do you remember when you were still young?
I was patient to hear
All your stories
You stammered on each word
But I listened to your imagination
About your teddy bear

If the time comes
That I become bed ridden
I wish you will not forsake me
Please care for me
I am scared

Please show patience
If I pee or soil myself
I can't help it
Please take care of me
Come to think of it
I will not last long

When death is at my side
I want you to hold my hand
Give me strength to face
My end. I need you

 

Dearest Mom,

I talked to Grandma on the phone a while ago. I thought you needed to know this. Her tears are on this letter.


Your daughter,
Hazel


 

Chronicles of El Vidad > Speck
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Posted: Apr.06.2007 @ 4:46 pm

I was born last in the family
But I was never patient
I did things before anyone
I learned to grow up alone


I was baptized with Holy Water
But I was never cleansed
I committed more sins
I stand proud of my scars


I attended schools
But I was not educated
I learned like a devious hare
Looked at my medal and shrugged


I fell in love three times
But I was stupid, extremely
I did try to save face
Thought I could save the bastards


I was on the brink of ending it
But I was such a coward
I admitted I was weak
And with that, I grew stronger


I look at my life with doubts
But I still fling myself
At it with full abandon


....Who knows, I may amount to something.


 

Chronicles of El Vidad > As He Sleeps
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Posted: Apr.06.2007 @ 4:38 pm

As He Sleeps


In the shadows of the pale blue light
I gazed upon his half covered face
His chest rises to my contentment
I wanted to taste his lips
Yet I stopped myself
Even in slumber, he is too beautiful


With each word I type
The curve of his relaxed smile
Kills me in a resurrecting way
I yearn for him though he is near
I desire him always
His eyes closed like an angel


He stirs in his dreams
I smiled at what I have
Behold life's greatest gift
I was lost with broken dreams
And yet he found me
I await his sweet awakening

 

 

Chronicles of El Vidad > CKX 688
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Posted: Apr.06.2007 @ 4:32 pm

CKX 688

 

 

1995

 Year I had you
 Love at first sight
 Smooth, elegant curves
 Fast devil in disguise

 

Three years

 
 I used you to my whim
 In my triumph and defeat
 I held on to your grip
 You consoled me like a lover

 

1998
 
 I cheated on you
 My affection was on someone
 He hurted you too
 Crashed your spirit

 

1999

 You welcomed me again
 Banged my head out of fear
 Frustration, for I was nothing
 No job, no worth, I only had you


2000

 I had my first job
 In a seedy hotel, worked crazy
 Long hours for meager change
 Stench of adultery, I breathe


December 2000

 I was coming home at two in the morning
 My eyes closed for a second, a blinding light
 You jolted me, saved me from death
 My heart raced as the other car zoomed by


2001

 I ran away from home
 I did not bid farewell
 Freedom, oh sweet freedom!
 Made unforgivable mistakes

 

November 2001

 I started a dangerous journey
 A man in lamb's clothing
 Lured me, I was willing
 In the end, I got hooked too


September 2003

 Death beckons me
 I called out for you
 Take me, save me!
 I ran away again


October 2003
 
 We were together again
 I loved you more
 I proved myself again
 That I belong to you


December 2003

 Our last Christmas
 They said I had to let you go
 You were old, unreliable
 Unsafe for me, I hated them!


February 2004

 I learned I was bound for New York
 I wanted to see you again
 An old person was with you
 Disgusting and filthy hands were on you


May 2004

 I took the risk, I deceived everyone
 I wanted to be with you
 For the last time
 I cried inside your shell


August 6, 2004

 I waited at the airport
 Looking at the terminal
 I remembered you
 I whispered "goodye."


"Farewell CKX 688, my beloved white car."

 

Poetica > Flaming Ring
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Posted: Apr.06.2007 @ 4:28 pm

With eyes closed
I see the warmth of snow
The way the fishes reach for the sky
And the birds swim to the depths of the ocean


With eyes closed
I hear the scent of your neck
The raindrops burn my skin
And the ashes bring forth life


With eyes closed
I walk under rainfalls
The cloud radiates a kaleidoscope
And your kiss leads me to the abyss


With eyes closed
I run on flames of thunder
The mist shows me the golden path
And your words shakes my coffin


With eyes closed
I hold the air in a purple bag
The door swings up and down
And your face etched in my mind


With eyes closed
I believe in blind faith
The wolves tame the does
And I wear your flaming ring

 

Poetica > Dearest
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Posted: Apr.06.2007 @ 4:24 pm

 Dearest,


My hands trembled
With the pink paper
Unfolding it with fear
The thought of being caught
Tugs my heart like a cursed hook


I read the first line
"To my dearest, my everything"
And with each word that followed
My curiosity killed my innocence
A decade flew, I still remember the letter


A missive of love
Laced with pain and deception
"I am returning to be with you
My darling, I am sorry for leaving."
I imagined the tears of the person
Reading and regretting in limbo


"You always had me. It can still be.
Just trust me now. I was a fool before.
But it is you I want, I need. So please"
Echoes crawl under my skin, numbness sets in
"Leave her, I was first in your life."


"I will wait for your call
I promise I will stay this time.
Forgive me and give me another chance
I love you, I love you. I beg you.
I know I can make you happy."


I slid the paper back
Inside the old, brown suitcase
Closed it fast,flicked the combinations
I ran like the wind, out of the room
I had to find him, lash at him


How could he do this?
Why did he still keep the letter?
Dilemma, should I tell? I will be called out
I watched closely when he fiddled with the suitcase
I memorized the venus trap numbers with mischief


I kept my silence, I chose to
It was in the past, he never admitted it
But I wanted an answer to a lingering question
Why he still stays? Inspite of the pain
Endless fights, blows to his ego


That pink paper may be lost
Or does he still read it?
Especially when he doubts his decision
He was really in love with the woman
His first love, his soulmate, his supposed life


Two years ago, I got the answer
Under the unveiled aroma of alcohol
He leaned closed as I steered the wheel
"I know you read the letter
You put it in the wrong compartment."
My face turned red with shame and guilt


"Yes, she was my lover
For a long time, I waited
She left me for greener pasture.
I felt alone, betrayed and forgotten
I acted on impulse, I chose to move on."


"She wanted me back
I still remember her to this day
But I fell deeply in love with you
I cannot bring myself to leave you
You are now my everything."


I understood in silence
I smiled as he looked away
He chose me above his happiness
I made a sharp curve hastily
But who cares? He loves me, only me


"I may be drunk but I felt that bump!
Shift to lower gear when it is a sharp curve.
You are still stubborn. I 'll just close my eyes
But I still want to live longer sweetheart."
That night, I drove my father safely back home.

Chronicles of El Vidad > Falter
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Posted: Apr.06.2007 @ 4:15 pm

Falter


You left me behind
You assumed too much
Left without a trace
I hated you but still
I worshiped you
You thought I am too smart
I failed too, Dad


You left me behind
I called out for help
I grew up with silent tears
You hurt too, you hurt us
Failure is not an option
I hid my flaws out of fear
I failed too, Mom


You left me behind
You excelled in everything
I was always the last
You said I am good at things
Each one of us had a cage
Yours was bigger and darker
I failed too, brother


You left me behind
We seldom talked
We were always compared
Funny and ironic, right?
We did not amount to anything
Well, in the eyes of Mom
I failed too, sister


You left me behind
I walked away from truth
I added more scars
And I lay dead for eternity
I held on to what is left
Of my breath, painfully
I admitted at last
I failed myself too

 

Chronicles of El Vidad > If the Shoe Fits
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Posted: Apr.06.2007 @ 4:12 pm

 

If the Shoe Fits

Aisles of pretty shoes
Blind me like cherries
My eyes turn misty
And my feet, longing


Many beings in heels,
March down like the army
I am one of them
Looking for weapons


A shoe that fits
Our face, our shade
I looked above and below
A quest for perfection


I tried a pair then two
An hour has passed
Not one satisfied me
I sighed heavily


I sat down on the comfy seat
Observing the women around
Expressions are like a palette
Different hues, unique to own


Perhaps shoes are roles
Roles in our lives
Some ill- fitting
Others like second skin


Woman will go to hell
And high water
To find the "one" pair
Even in the guise of leather


I saw joy as well as sorrow
Beauty and doubt combined
Hideous carcass with
Souls of gold


My mind tells me
I played many roles
In my young life
My shoes are worn out


I walked out of the store
Empty handed but peaceful
Just looking for shoes
Taught me not to settle for less

 

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