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Amends of Men – A Poem

IMG_2563A face we wore to help forget,
the sins we hold,
we too regret.

To hide our hands,
full heavy gold.

To mountains clamber,
too, friends we’ve sold.

A mask we filled with false amend,
for sins untold,
the sins of men.

 

Isaac Olajos

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The Priest – A Poem

IMG_2053A language lost,
our souls do keep.
The guiding hand
of man too bleak.

One does ponder,
a thought divine.
To write them down
and calm our mind.

A common script,
to not forget.
A fact of fiction
our lives to bet.

 

Isaac Olajos

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When We Find It – A Poem

IMG_1359Blissful ends
from frightful fables,

Lovers collide, amidst the loss.

Serene sights
of birthing bedlam,

A friend, found the owner of foes.

Emotions entangled
their twisted twins,

A lie, brought to us at our low.

Isaac Olajos

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The Prophets of One – A Poem

IMG_2702Years upon years,
The wiser would say.
Yet who was the wiser?
For I stand here this day.

On the graves of the greater,
The tombs of the told.
Was it I whom the wiser?
I say not for years old.

For thought is but thorough,
Nor times before dead.
Wisdom is wording,
How the heart meets the head.

Isaac Olajos

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The Lost Lands – A Poem

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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,IMG_2968
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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Conversations With My Sister – A Short Laugh

IMG_00000440My sister says some pretty entertaining things. As much as I love her, I thought I would share a few at her expense, and at your gain. I have no idea if you will find the scenarios I listed here amusing, or if its humour is a result of my connection with my family, yet I hope you are entertained.

Think of these in a Jennamarbles voice:

1- Chicken Wings.

Scenario: We are at a local restaurant. The female waitress comes up to us, about to take our order.

ME: I’ll get the souvlaki please.
WAITRESS: Ok, and for you? (looking at my sister, pen at the ready)
AKAYLA: (Sets her posture, begins to speak in a polite, proper tone) I’ll have the one ib of wings please! (pronounced ib. Literally.)
WAITRESS: Excuse me? (stifles a laugh)
AKAYLA: (In the same tone) One ib, it says right here!
ME: Akayla, thats L. B. It’s not an ib, it’s the symbol for pound.
AKAYLA: OHHH. Yeah ill have that.

2 – The Creature.

Scenario: I’m driving my sister back to our house at 1am. We live out in the middle of the woods, so there are few houses between our destinations. We see something on the road ahead of us.

AKAYLA: OHHH WHATS THAT! (pointing to a furry creature in the high beams)
ME: It’s a groundhog.
AKAYLA: No no its not.
ME: Akayla, it’s a groundhog.
AKAYLA: OH MY GOD.
ME: What?
AKAYLA: (Enthusiastic and pressed to the window) It must be, like, like, OMG A MiniBEAR.
ME: I don’t think thats real.
AKAYLA: YES. It definitely is. Pull over! Let me take a picture! Ohhh it’s running away.
ME: No, It’s a groundhog.
(It was a groundhog)

3 – Hot Sauce.

Scenario: We are discussing halloween costumes. She pulls out a picture on her phone and begins to explain to me what she’s going to be.

AKAYLA: I’m going to be hot sauce. Isn’t that great?
ME: Oh yeah? What does the costume look like?
AKAYLA: (shows me a picture on her phone) This is it. I ordered the T-shirt.
ME: Oh thats cool, where are you getting the Sriracha (Pronounced ser-ratch-ah. You know the company.) t-shirt?
AKAYLA: (pauses for a moment to think) Who is that?
ME: What?
AKAYLA: Who is that? I don’t know who Sir Ratcha is? I’ll look him up.
ME: (Laughing at a loss for words.)

I love my family.

Happy arting,

Isaac Olajos

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Fletching – A Short Narrarative

IMG_00000401It is your child.
Cradled about your fingers, gently.
You control it,
Shape it,
Riddle it with great expectations.

Then it slips;
From your grasp, into the world it flies.
You hope it will land on its mark,
That you have found it’s strength.
That you have prepared it for the winds it may encounter.

It must find flesh,
It must find meaning.
You must have a legacy.

Isaac Olajos

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The Locks Of Love – A Poem

IMG_2433The keys to the covenant settled in silt,
The pins in the promise are rusted.

Our tumblers tattered and tasked to the tale,
The point in this problem is trusted.

All Faceless and frozen in future,
A fable so flawless, forget.

The lock on this bridge is not broken,
The promise made here, a debt.

 

Isaac Olajos

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To a New Year – A Poem

IMG_2915Charge,
Into the void again, we will go.
Alive we rear,
but the dead they do not know.

Voices ring,
We sing this song.
They forget,
Not knowing, unable to sing along.

It is ours,
Grasp the void, embrace the go.
Alive we forget,
How they did once glow.

Isaac Olajos

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