“Silver Lining”

I should of known from the start,

That you would break my heart.

Played me for a fool,

But still I had to see this through.

You had me wrapped around your little finger…

Now all I have is these memories that’ll just linger.

Thankful there’s no if’s and’s or maybe’s,

To be honest, I’m gonna miss you baby.

I gave it my best shot,

But now I feel stupid, ’cause all of it was for naught…

You crushed all my hopes and dreams,

I guess I never really knew you it seems.

I sincerely wish you the best,

It just hurts to know that I failed this test.

In the end I lost my best friend,

Now I must accept the fact that I’ll never see you again.

No longer will I know your touch,

After all these years, this sucks so much.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this, but I have to be strong.

What the fuck happened? All this just feels so wrong.

I guess it was bad timing,

Only time will tell if there’s any silver lining.

© 2018 Mauricio Rincon

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“Seven”

Where do I start?

Where do I begin?

Here we go,

Is everybody in?

It all started one fateful day,

I had just begun my shift

And there she was making her way.

While she walked up to me

I noticed that she was not alone.

As she tried to introduce herself

I had to run off to go answer the phone.

It was the supervisor whom had called

And he had explained her task,

She was so beautiful and angelic

Her name I just had to ask…

Fast forward three years,

And she’s the bestest friend I’ve ever had.

A clumsy lover but a great listener,

All in all, she wasn’t half bad.

But then there was this issue of little white lies…

That alone wasn’t a deal breaker,

Forcing her to be honest?

Her own dad couldn’t even make her.

But I wasn’t an angel, I played my part as well.

Fast forward to our fifth year, there’s more I have to tell.

I’ll admit, it took a lot of hard work, but we made it this far.

And to show for it, on my heart I sport a very big scar.

It’s a trip, but this is a new record for me,

With all my experience,

Communication has always been the key.

Now here we are, bottom of the 6th inning.

Year number seven, so why does it feel like we’re back at the beginning?

Family should always come first,

We can all agree.

But when that family brings you down, and sucks out your life?

Nah, that’s not the life for me.

Here in this chapter is the part where we can agree to disagree.

I stood by her side and gave her balance and support,

But she always chose them over me I must sadly report.

And then one day out of the blue the texts and calls just stopped…

The bubble I was living in popped.

I’m at a point where I don’t know what to do anymore?

Is it game over? What was the final score?

© 2018 Mauricio Rincon

“Wind Factor #3”

As the wind races over
The contours of my body,
My ears freeze up as if
Being embalmed with nitrogen.

The wind is running rampant,
But, has no real destiny.
It lives to caress me like
An eager, excited lover.

The wind gives me the kind of chills that could break
The thickest of frost riddled ponds.
Ice begins to glaze across my neck,
Giving me brainfreeze like
After eating a slushee.

A raven swoops by and croaks out
What sounds like a mating call.
Another smaller raven gives chase
As they rendezvous with a third raven up into the clouds.

The wind begins to pick up its’ momentum.
Where in the hell is this damned bus?
I’m about to turn into an ice cube out here.
Wait, here it comes…

Excuse me while I put my pen on ice.

 

© Mauricio Rincon 1994

“New Year”

Another year comes to a close…

As old man winter tickles your nose.

For me, today is just another regular day,

A humble type of guy, going about my way.

Be safe and don’t put yourselves at risk…

Don’t give these cops a reason to frisk…

Have a good time, as if it was your last,

Take a moment to reflect on your past.

God gives, and God takes.

Be mindful of the choices you make.

Tomorrow begins a brand new year,

What good is being alive, if we just live in fear?

© Mauricio Rincon 2018

“Savanah”

Look at those brown, wide and curious eyes.

Look at that intense smile.

It’s hard to believe you’re seven months now.

I can still remember that sticky, purple, gooey, little baby girl they pulled out of your mother.

It was a blessing from God.

The most magnificent moment I ever had the honor of witnessing first hand.

A part of me being reincarnated into your very own flesh, bones, and soul.

(Also known as DNA)

When the doctor handed you over to me, you opened your eyes for the first time and took one glimpse of me, and smiled.

Then you closed your eyes, and fell asleep in my arms.

Being born on Friday the 13th was even extra special for us.

That was the day we took your mom in for a check-up and realized that your fluids were so low, your mom had to be rushed to go give birth to you that very moment.

Otherwise, had I not taken your mom to her appointment that day, we could have lost you, precious little one.

Hija, yo se que solo tienes siete meses, pero yo se que tu vas hacer la que mas me va romper mi corazon.

Digo eso, por que yo se que a los padres siempre les llegan los castigos de Dios por camino de los hijos.

Y por esa razon te voy a dar todo respeto y amor sin finito.

Todo lo que tu vayas a necesitar, quero que cuentes con migo en dar te lo.

Eres mi princessa.

Tu madre siempre sera tu reina, y yo siempre sera tu rey.

The day that you were born, God smiled down upon us, and gave us the light of birth.

I will always love you, my little Savanah.

© Mauricio Rincon 2002

“My Little Angel (Mi Angelita)”

daddy’s little girl.

look at you, all grown up.

(ok, ok, you’re still only four years old)

but, i can still remember when i would

hold you in my arms and feed you

your little baby formula.

you would look up at me, and smile.

then you would hold onto my

pinky-finger while going to sleep.

i guess you wanted to make sure

daddy was still there.

when I married your mom,

it was actually you that had me wrapped

around your tiny little finger…

mija, que linda eres.

que nunca olvides que tu papi

te ama con todo su corazon.

siempre estare aqui para todo lo que

tu necesites en tu vida.

mira que grande estas.

mi angelita.

© Mauricio Rincon 2006

“Brainstorm Explosion”

As I sit on my throne

I have been known

To postpone

The depletion of the ozone.

Two scoops of abstract

A dash of actual fact

Keeps my sanity intact

As poetry leaks out my urinary tract.

I’m highly skilled

The strongest willed

Main attraction top billed

Fuck with me and you may get killed.

Get bodied on paper

This is my latest caper

Send you to meet your maker

I’m known as the dream taker.

Let bygones be bygones

Love women in little thongs

My words poke like prongs

Someone should turn my words into songs.

© Mauricio Rincon 2015