There is a world within my mind
Where I do seldom go
Which come in dreams when I'm asleep
Beneath the painted stars which glow
A haunting place each time I visit
Mystical in every way
But dawn brings me home again
Ending this heavenly stay
It's not often one can feel
The sculptured words of antiquity
If only I could find the key
Unlocking the fate that's sealed
Within the whispering shifting sands
What sights my eyes would see
As I walk towards the silence to pray
What graceful thoughts I hope to convey
Inside the windows of time
Lies a love so well defined
Clasped inside the hands of one so kind
Resides the destiny we hope to find
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
Nov. 20, 2009
In Memory: Poetry Masters of old
There is a quiet wind that blows
Across the vestiges of one's soul
Marching to rhythm so effortlessly it flows
Whispering softly of reality to the zesty and the bold
For desires of engraving, like the poetry masters of old
Who write of stark beauty, in words I'll never know
Throwing caution out the window, I surge into the cold
Taking pen in hand composing, from the caverns of my soul
Caring not if rejected as a writer who knows not rhyme
For I'm a want a be poet, a dreamer of the real
Finding favor in the stanzas emerging from my mind
Posting to a web site, which accepts these words of zeal
Sharing with a gladden heart this gift towards the living
Taking care not to worry, about the currents that surge my way
Thankful for the inner peace which has been richly given
With dreams of being a relic from yonder yesteryear, what thoughts I could convey?
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
November 3, 2009
It's not the writings from my yesterdays
That makes me who I am
It's what's to come in my tomorrows
Which reflects in the man I portray?
So I'll take wheat been consigned my way
For the betterment of this life
Will merge to what's yet to come
praying only the good shall follow
There are lessons one can learn from strife
In our remaining days
For those who remember the past
Opens the soul to reality
To all who read between these lines
A solemn creature will emerge
A throw back to real time
Somewhat lost but not forgotten
The time is now my mind is free
It's the way I wish to be
For I've found the key
Which unlocks the door?
Where a peaceful heart resides
It beats with a single purpose
To shine a light into the dark
Which contains the best of me?
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
October 21, 2009
