The hearts of man bear only gold,
For our children in our hearts we hold.
Hidden by the times ahead,
We learn, but not, for silence is lead.
Isaac Olajos
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Ruins Inside – A Poem
A fortress forged
from hearts of stone.
Steel poured ponders,
we’re with someone
Bitterly blustered
by wind and one.
Murals fade
walls to none.
Isaac Olajos
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We are All Soldiers – A Poem
Hear the heart beat drums of war.
Notes to end,
Our lives too poor.
Head the heavy masts ahead.
Stab the sunrise,
Less be dead.
Litter the lines with more than men.
Hold your breath,
Don’t count to ten.
Sail the stars as fears take flight.
There will be none,
no lovers tonight.
Seed our sorrows in ruins of some.
Their hearts are gone,
The war is won.
Isaac Olajos
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The Fall – A Poem
There is a cliff somewhere.
One which we must all plunge from.
It’s height varies in time,
It’s slopes rise and fall with our hearts.
When we leave its edge,
We may not cease to exist.
For the fall does not finish us,
Yet, the jump decides our fate.
Each man must disappear into the blackness,
Fight his instincts,
Fear his existence.
Find himself before his momentum halts.
Can we rise against the swell of our thought?
Lift the weight of worry from our shoulders?
Comfort our fluttering hearts?
Heat the frigid wasteland that captures our skin?
As you stumble through the woods, to come upon your cliff,
Hear the trees crack as their spines stretch to the stars.
Do not peer over the edge,
For life ceases to mean, as the end is seen.
Isaac Olajos
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Describing Emotion – Love
Love is blurry;
Yet it feels so clear.
We may dream, yet never achieve.
For its limits are endless.
The truest form is the point we cease to seek.
Accepting that our quest will continue no more,
Set our sorrows in the dirt, long before the path to end.
But you can always go further,
Feel stronger,
Care more,
Hurt less.
Love is our morphine.
It is our vice.
Our habit.
An escape from the reality so harshly thrust upon us.
An ideal life we can only but dream to live.
Love is a thought from the hearts of humans,
Yet we cannot reach it.
Love is our reason to begin,
And our means to an end.
For it is a world we do not know,
A creation we cannot create,
A fable we cannot forget.
Love is not ours to keep.
Isaac Olajos
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The Lost Lands – A Poem
Lay your castles in the sand,
Long before the road at hand.
Set your troops upon a cheer,
Watch as women, children leer.
Give your army, weapons old.
Frightful in their hand they hold.
Fill your cup with rancid wine,
Watch them drink till none can dine.
Castle cradled in your hand,
Hopes for bounty, another land.
Priceless penny, fountains gold,
Watch your lovers’ hearts grow cold.
Drunken general, loyal and sold,
Troops lack spirit, battle bold.
Crater sitting in the sand,
A place where once your castle’d stand.
Isaac Olajos
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For Another Year – A Poem
Thoughts of many,
Thoughts of few.
Dream of future,
Dream come true.
Chasing ghosts
To come too soon.
Chasing dreams,
To lose a few.
Evade the ghosts,
Evade the new.
Find a future,
Found for you.
Search a place,
Not alone.
Search for space,
Call my home.
Isaac Olajos
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Apathy, Thoughts of We – A Poem
The scent of diesel.
Lungs a cage, fighting breath for joy.
Monsters purring line the tar,
Like trains to towns unknown.
Returning grins forced a mask,
Weaved by hearts who mourn.
Further and further that carriage drove,
Till its roar was but a drone.
Typhoons; arms and legs whirl around,
As busy as death at the weeks birth,
Yet seconds feel like days,
And days mean nothing.
Organs churning, filing fragments,
Shreds of thoughts tongues do not touch,
For ears that hear will feed It.
I tread on; Spitting into the wind, pressing on when the heat was more than one could hone.
I long to hear those fiends again,
Their hearts will bring me home,
Waiting for the day,
When they fail to let alone.
-Isaac Olajos
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