Just words ...

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Just words …

Words of a short story

Tears of a strong face

Clouds of a blue sky

Normalcy never arrives

To the time of the life of the year in return:

‘Never’ means the essence of the time you can’t see.

Stupidity comes easily to those who think they know the truth

Random acts of hate come easily to those who think they are the best

But the best comes when you know you are wrong

Steam forward and rejoice in your age

Youth may not come back but it is permanent in life

Exist and you will always be here in expiration

For your mind has left posterity, if the sky was yours to attain.

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©2012/3 Cassandra Huidobro

Art.

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Art.

In the words

Of painters

We progress

As artists.

In the spirit

Of writers,

We are inspired

As poets.  

In the songs

Of musicians

We tenor

An obtuse melody.

And,

As passionate beings

In the art of life,

We discover;

We learn;

We recover;

We keep going.

As humans.

©2013 Cassandra Huidobro

Hands

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Hands

Squeeze you tight.

Form your shape.

Guide my path.

Take you there.

See how strong.

Tell me love.

Feel my passion.

My reaction.

Take my hands.

Guide them well.

They will do 

What you say

They will please you

Every day.

Thank them well
And expect 

That from now
until the grave 

They'll satisfy

They'll love

They'll retain 

Their devotion

By your side 

They'll show you strength. 

Lock our fate

Kiss my hands

And at your service

They'll remain.

©2013 Cassandra Huidobro

Things

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Things

The things that must be done in life,
I do.
The things that are in sight,
I see.
The things that I must go grab,
I get.
The things that are impossible,
are fine.
But...
There are times
When things seem hard to grab,
When I see what I can miss,
When grabbing is not for my grip,
and when the impossible does seem
out of this world.

No matter.

I still go forward.
You never know when life says no more.
I want to treat obstacles as the sea
and my will as my vessel.
I can.
I can.
Don't wrestle.
Just reach.

They are only things.

© 2013 Cassandra Huidobro

1:4

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1:4

You raised us well

Four kids in your custody

You did well

For a mom of one income

In the D.C. area

We turned out fine

I’d say in fact you did sublime

I’d say you should be proud;

In all honesty, I know you are

Your Latin-American background

Your Catholic stride

Your Mormon conversion

Won’t let you see

But I’ll defend you, mom.

You can be what you are

And I’ll accept you for who you are

And though I wish you’d do the same for me

I am not here to judge and

I know that you love me still.

I know it embarrasses you but

There is nothing I can do

It’s innate in me

And this is how I choose to live

I love you for you

You bore me

You fed me

You are the best advice

I’ve ever had

I just wish you would embrace this part of me

Because

She is wonderful

She is sweet

She makes me happy and I wish you could see

But it’s ok mom.

I’m here to defend you

I don’t want you to go away

I want you to stay with me

And one day,

When your eyes close,

I know that you’ll know I loved you for you

And that I defended your point of view

Because you don’t have to like every part of me

And because I admire you for you.

You taught me respect

And that includes how you feel about me.

Although you probably will never read this,

I want you to know that you raised us well and

That it isn’t your fault that I am this way.

I just love you mom. That’s all I am here to say.

©2013 Cassandra Huidobro

The ideal (impermanence)

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The Ideal (Impermanence)  

And so…

I have lived the magic of impermanence

I have stayed in the inconstancy of doubt

I have enjoyed the fear of uncertainty

And the fact that time doesn’t wait for you to decide.  

So…

Watch her walk

Comply with her invitation to

Kiss her words, to

Lust after her thoughts

And to desire the essence of

The metaphor in her

Voice.

The ideal is the stroke of her

Lips against yours. But

That ends with the

Sound of the clock on the wall.

So then,

What is permanent?

What doesn’t end?

History. Memory.

But don’t get stuck in them.

You will live in the past.

Angry and alone.

Come back to us and recognize

That permanence is for books,

For the sky,

And for the ethereal in our minds.

Enjoy our human nature and cry

When impermanence renders your

Soul sad.

In the mean time,

Look into her mysterious eyes,

That give two meanings at a time

And

Declare your love.

Enjoy the moisture of

Dew on her petals

And see… the permanence of

Each moment that

Each morning gives.

The ideal is not permanent, I don’t think.

The ideal is enjoying the magic that

Impermanence can bring.

©2012 Cassandra Huidobro

Control

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Control

How do I gain you

Over my emotions

Over my explosions

Over my pain

Over the craziness of my reactions

Over the stupidity of my words

Control

Come in and tell me

The secret that you told all the ones before

Who were able to eat and sleep

Who were able to live and breathe

With you present and alive.

Control

Tell me please! How do I achieve

To be in just the room where you sit?

How do I come near your presence?

How I steer temptation against my will?

Control

Teach me how to write again.

Teach me how to speak again.

I am desperate and I curl inside of me

Without you.

Control

Let me conquer you.

Let me be you.

Let me in.

Open the door for me.

Control

Why don’t you want me?

©2012 Cassandra Huidobro