Troubled Borders

Towards the troubled borders of never ending schemes
Lies the failed and fractured failures of unrelenting dreams

It's seen in the pretense of lies so well told from the tenures of longevity
By the ones who time after time we elect, to guide our nation's sovereignty

From the branches of the government we hear only their faltered fears
They talk so smooth, between their guile they make us forget our tears

All the while we're lead to believe there's hope within their charm
But don't be fooled, if they cared they would vote to end the harm

Now we're about the make a choice, in the election of a leader with new desires
Will we elect the veteran who served his country with honor, in his time under fire?

He comes with much experience in the years he has served
Or will our nation choose a youthful man, will he be able to turn the curb

We who live in the United States have a dilemma in the coming days
In deciding to whom to give our vote it's a price we must pay

We'll set the course for the coming years, when we leave that ballot box
For a new President to steer us straight, he'll need to be smart as a fox

So pray with me, for those of you who live beyond the sea
To what befalls us in November, will leave a lasting effect

You'll feel and clearly see

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
October 11, 2008

Fantasy of Fate

Between the shelters of reality, inside the fantasy we call fate
Lies the essence of all dreams, beyond the shadows of the gate

Like leaves tumbling from their branches amid the currents of the air
Shows the changing of the seasons as fall begins to flare

Life can be compared to what is shared in time's embrace
For nothing last forever, as our youth begins to race

Faster, faster then one can imagine, lines are formed upon our face
This comes in the way we live on highways we all chase

Life is short enough, why speed to the end of the road
As I watch from my window the coming season change my mode

In my trek across the destiny created by my fate

I’ve come to understand, thank God it’s not too late

So like the leaves which whirl around, onto the moisten ground
I'll use the years and days which are left, in my hope to be profound

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
October 07, 2008

Weeping Tears

Within the days lies the hours
Within the hours lies the minutes

Within the minutes lies the seconds
Of all the trials and errors we've taken to the limits

For strife exists as transience in the universe of life
Amid the entanglements and desires, when we became man and wife

So I ask can weeping tears be gathered into the palm of one's hands
Much as the dew adorns the grass between the shifting sands

Can one roll back memories which were lost along the way?
Will our lives be spoiled by the amoral decadence of decay?

I hear a distance drummer in the beat of a somber tune
This comes in the dreams I have beneath the waxing moon

It tolls of what has been and what can be again
If only we could find the goodness which lies beyond our sins

Bringing a collective feeling of happiness once shared within our past
When we were young and foolish thinking forever it would last

So pray with me my beloved it's not to late to mend
For the love we've lost and what we seek

Lies just around the bend

Written by Roland R. Ruiz
September 28, 2008