Juanita Garcia Vera

JUANITA GARCIA VERA

THE STORY TELLER

I am a Story Teller

Writing stories of love, truth

Disillusion, pain, sorrow

Happiness and joy

Stories of

Murder and death

The death of Justice

And the murder of Hope

On the pages of time

I have written

The story of Laughter

And tears

The fables of forever after

And White picket fences

That never existed

But in fairytales

The story of lives changed

In a blood thirsty storm

Of darkness and Death

The story of

Apple pie,

Baseball,

And allthings imaginable

And real

Of these, I write

Some good, some bad,

Some happy and some so very sad

Still, I write them

So you can feel

And know we are no different

You and I

When you read the lines

And feel my pain

When you hear my laughter

And laugh without restraint

It is then, we live

I had a dream

To seek

And find humans

With reason

But if you and I

Can find no common ground

How can the World

With its infinite problems

And greed, make peace

When eyes devour wealth

And there is no thought

Of common good

We all die a little

If you and I can dream it

We can make it so

And all those that worship

A golden god

Will be left powerless

And defeated

To become but lifeless corpse of greed

To be fed to vultures in wait

Their Souls stripped

To expose the boney waste

This their legacy

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ON THE SUBJECT OF GRIEF

Grief is like a fish

Out of water

Gasping for air,

Choking in tears,

Drowning in sorrow

We fight in its stream

Sinking deep in the pits

Getting stuck in its hollow

Where no one can follow

Slowly you move

To the pain of tomorrow

That keeps lifting the scab

While the salt of your tears

Keeps on salting the wound

That now eats at your Heart

© .Juanita Garcia Vera

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WHY DO WE SPEAK TO CORPSES?

Why do we speak to corpses

With regret and sorrow ?

Telling them I love you

In the dark and hollow

With a spray of flowers

As if they could see

Or smell them

When we bring them round

Saying I forgive you

To  release the rage

Shed a tear or two

In the pouring rain

When no one is looking

I evade the query

And evasive looks

While alone, I stand

On the hallow ground

Where you quietly rest

While I soak the ground

To release the feelings

Captive long in sleep

All the things I felt

Butcould never speak

Here at last exposed

In  the deafening sound

Of the thundering cloud

And you responded nothing

To the pleading questions

Left alone in silence,

Left alone

On ground

While I seek the answers

That were never found

Why do we speak to corpses?

When the living linger

But hear not a sound

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Juanita Garcia Vera

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