Turning around

Lying in bed

I watch her slowly undress

Her back towards me

Waiting for her to turn around

Like a bird flying to its nest

She flies to me to put me at rest

Lifting her hair

Sofly smelling the back of her slender neck

All the way down to her gentle back

I turn her over to kiss her eyes

Softly caressing her soft warm breasts

Her aroma has me totally aroused

My finger tips playing with her firm rosy nipples

while I am feasting to her sweet honey taste

Lying in bed she sits on me

Anxiously waiting for her to set me free

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Hitting my head

Who am I?
Makes me want to cry
I think I am me
but I only see a giant Queen bee
Please hit me on the head
to break the spell
Looking in the mirror
I see myself
Is that really me as I am falling into a deep well?
The longer I stared
My anger flared
Another person is what I trully did see
It really scared the shit out of me
Looking into my eyes
I was trapped by eternal lies
What I saw was not me at all
Only the sound of faraway cries
Who was I looking at in the mirror
hitting my head against the wall?
To afraid to look
Like an open book
I was terrified to know
as I was jumping from a high mountain cliff
and in the darkness of my fall
I suddenly turned into a golden-tailed hawk
flying high above the sunlit clouds

Translated into Spanish by A.J. Moliner

Quien soy?
Que me hace llorar
Creo que soy yo
pero solamente veo una gigante abeja reina
Por favor golpeame en la cabeza
para romper el hichizo
Mirando en el espejo
Me veo
Soy realmente yo cayendo a un pozo profundo?
Cuanto mas miraba
Mi ira estallaba
Otra persona era lo que realmente ví
Que me pegó un susto de muerte
Mirando a mis ojos
Estaba atrapado en mentiras eternas
Lo que vi no era yo en absoluto
Solamente el sonido de gritos lejanos
Quien era yo mirando en el espejo
golpeando mi cabeza contra la pared?
Demasiado asustado para mirar
Como un libro abierto
staba aterrorizado saberlo
Estaba saltando de un acantilado de una montaña alta
En la obscuridad de mi caída
De pronto me convertí en un halcón de cola dorada
volando por encima de las nubes bañadas del sol



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Going back home

Dreaming away down memory lane
Sitting in a compartment on a high speed train
Going back in time from Chicago to L.A.
On my journey to have some fun 
Thinking of places I want to go
Nothing to prove and nothing to show
So many memories  I remember well
Still in my mind as clear as a bell
Looking out the window I see
Arizona still so beautiful and so red
Can´t wait to get home and sleep on a king size bed
Going back in time
In my pocket only a dime
To have more would be such a crime
Walking along the Pacific ocean
My heart filling with such emotion
Gazing at the powerful waves
Swimming through the endless caves
Born to live another life
In my other pocket my handy little knife
Might even pay a visit to my ex-wife
Born again to be free
I will never ever forget thee

Soñando con mis memorias
Sentado en un tren de alta velocidad

Regresando en el tiempo desde Chicago a Los Ángeles
En mi viaje para divertirme 
Pensando en lugares donde quiero ir
Nada que demostrar y nada que mostrar
Tantas memorias me acuerdo bien
Todavía en mi mente tan claro como el agua
Mirando por la ventana puedo ver
Arizona todavía tan hermosa y tan roja
Cuantas ganas tengo de dormir en una cama de matrimonio
Regresando en el tiempo
En mi bolsillo solamente diez céntimos
Tener mas sería un crimen
Caminando por el Pacífico
Mi corazón llenándose de emoción
Mirando a las poderosas olas
Nadando a través de cuevas interminables
Nacido para vivir otra vida
En mi otro bolsillo me pequeña navaja útil 
Quizás puede que incluso le haga una visita a mi ex-mujer
Nacido de nuevo para ser libre
Jamás me olvidaré de ti

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Don´t take me away just yet

Don´t take me away just yet

Still must do so many things

Although I know impossible to get

So many things to do

in such a short time

So many places to see

So many mountains to climb

All I need is to be free

The clock slowly ticks time away

So many things I still must do

Time is but a moment as I feel my body sway

Don´t take me away just yet

I know it´s not right to make a bet

My children still need me to guide their way

They are still too young to make them cry

That is all I really need to say

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Wondering

What do I know?
Simply tired of the same old show
Who am I
while on the bed alone I lie!
Wondering what to say
like empty words flying away
What is a name?
Just an empty picture frame
What to write
Can be such an inner fight
To put into words what I feel
I do wonder if they are real
What I think
In a blink
Will they make my heart begin to shrink?
Who am I
as I cry
knowing one day I will surely die!
Looking at the stars
in the midnight sky
Looking for the answer
Who am I? 
Always asking why

Poem traslated into Spanish by A.J. Moliner

Que se yo?
Simplemente  cansado de la misma historia
Quien soy yo
mientras solo en la cama tumbado estoy! 
Preguntándome que decir
como palabras vacías que se vuelan
Que es un nombre?
Solamente un marco vacío de un cuadro
Que escribir
puede ser una lucha interior 
Poner en palabras lo que siento
Me pregunto si son reales
Lo que pienso
en un abrir y cerrar de ojos
que harán que mi corazón se encoja
Quien soy yo
mientras lloro
sabiendo un día que me moriré!
Mirando a las estrellas
en el cielo de media noche
Buscando una respuesta
Quien soy yo?
Siempre preguntando porqué



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You are the apple of my eye

An apple in my hand

Marveling at its natural beauty

When one is hungry,

there is nothing like a red cutie

from some far away land

"You are the apple of my eye"

Red, green and yellow ones

Not so easy which one to buy

I wonder where that expression comes from

Why an apple and not a peach?

Although I´ve been told I am a peach

I´ve never been told,

“You are the apple of my eye”

I will keep on eating my favorite apples,

Everytime I go out to buy

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Haiku Poem 4

Sitting on the sand
Gazing at the beautiful sea
Silver birds dive into the water

Translated into Spanish by A.J.Moliner

Sentado sobre la arena
Mirando al la hermosa mar
Pájaros plateados se lanzan al agua

Haiku Poem 3

The sun bright and warm
Blue skies all around
It is the moment for a bicycle ride


Translated by ajmoliner

El sol brillante y cálido
Cielos azules a mi alrededor
Es el momento para ir en bici

Haiku Poem 2

Thoughts come and go
Look how beautiful the sea is!
I continue on my journey


Translated into Spanish by A.J.Moliner

Los pensamientos van y vienen
Que hermoso está la mar!
Continuo mi camino

Haiku Poem 1

Awaking in the morning
Another precious day to live
My coffee smells so good

Despertándome por la mañana
Otro día precioso para vivir
Mi café huele tan bien

Slowly Walking

Slowly walking

Softly pressing my hand against my belly

as I walk along the street

Aware of only my breathing

and nothing else more really matters

Slowly breathing in

Slowly breathing out

Let my thoughts come and go deep within

Walking under the sun

Feeling the warmth of its energy

Removing my heavy load of nearly a ton 

Walking in the street

Faces passing me by

Wondering who they are, yet

their eyes telling me they want so much to cry

Slowly inhaling

Slowly exhaling

I´m still alive

Simply trying to survive

A gentle breeze on my face

Slowly walking

One day hoping

I will depart in heavenly grace

 

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Come save us

Impossible to get a job
The rich rolling in bread
The rest will have to rob
Can´t pay the mortgage
Pack up and live under a bridge
Companies have to sack
Climb the mountain and jump off the ridge
The poor get poorer
While we carry our children on our back
Sleeping in the street next to the sewer
Bombs explode
Bodies corrode
Come save us Jeshua
People in dire need of your help
Children starving
People dying
Come save us Jeshua
We are tired of crying
Thy kingdom come
thy will be done
Give us today our daily bread
Your childen are dying and want to be fed

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Thoughts

Thoughts in my mind
They come and go
Wonder what it´s like to be blind
Although I am not and I´m able to see
I do think at times I am so blind
Thoughts in my mind
Come and go
Walking along almost running into a tree
That would have been just fine
Hitting a tree
Might knock some sense into old poor me

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Saw my father

                                                   Saw my father lying dead

                                                   Kissed him on his cold forehead

                                                   He always told me to watch the ball
                                                   Still waiting for him to call
                                                   He watches over my Mom
                                                   Wish I knew exactly where from
                                                   Perhaps walking along the beach
                                                   What a pity so out of my reach
                                                   Think about him everyday
                                                   I´m sure you know Mom is okay
                                                   I wish you could tell me where you are
                                                   One day I´ll fly to see you no matter how far

           

                                       copyright 2012 alan moliner

Silence in silence

Sitting in the park in the city 

Tall green trees all around me
Sunlight filtering through every branch

Thus I will do my best to be quite witty
The silence in the park calms my spirit
People walking slowly so peacefully
Many of them sitting down reading a book
Some come and go riding a bicycle so happily
Not far from me
The sound of water in the brook
A child playing with a swing
Another sitting down playing in the sand
Who knows what tomorrow will bring,
although we live far away in another land
People are born
People die
All of us strive to be happy
Others think life can be rather crappy
In the end, one day we all will fly
Sitting in the park on an autumn day
Watching people walking by
So many things we want to say
Other things left unsaid
How many times we will have to cry

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Translated into Spanish by alan moliner

Sentado en el parque en la ciudad
Arboles altos alrededor de mi
La luz del sol que se filtra por cada rama
Haré lo mejor para ser bastante agudo
El silencio del parque calma mi espíritu
La gente andando lentamente tan plácidamente
Muchos de ellos sentados leyendo un libro
Algunos van y vienen en bicicleta felizmente
No muy lejos de mi
El sonido del agua en el arroyo
Un niño jugando con un columpio
Otro sentado jugando en la arena
Quien sabe lo que mañana traerá,
aunque vivimos muy lejos en otro país
La gente nace
La gente muere
Todos nos esforzamos para ser feliz
Otros piensan que la vida puede ser bastante asquerosa
Al final, un día todos volaremos
Sentado en el parque,
en un día agradable de otoño
Mirando la gente paseando
Tantas cosas queremos decir
Cuantas veces tendrémos que llorar

Walking

Simply walk

Just listen

No need to talk

No need to glisten

Just Be

To be free

As you walk along the sea,

Inhale then exhale

Leaving footprints on the sand

It´s not at all a tall tale

Simply feeling oh so grand

Being here and now

There´s no need to make a bow

Being one with the Tao

As you drink,

swallow and let it sink

Let the water flow

Like the falling snow

Caressing your soul

On your morning stroll

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A Poem in Spanish "La crisis"

“La Crisis”

Recortes en todo

Nadie arrima el codo

Metidos todos estamos en el lodo

Es que no hay otro modo?

Si te pones malo

Que te den un palo

Si eres un abuelo

Seguro te vas al cielo

 Dicen que no hay camas

Tampoco hay ni médicos ni enfermeras

Solo te hacen caso

si eres Fernando Alonso

 Recortes en Sanidad

Si tienen que operarte

Te mandan a Trinidad

 Si te vas a urgencias

Estará cerrado

Mejor que te prepares para ser enterrado

 Si vamos a enfermar

Moriremos de tanto esperar

Parece que lo tenemos bastante crudo,

Pero está claro que nos vamos a quedar parados y mudo

 Los futbolistas ganando tanto dinero

Y el gobierno se pregunta

Que hacemos con el pobre minero?

 No es justa esta sociedad

Debajo de la alfombra metiendo la mierda

Siempre son los mismos los que tienen que pagar

Los poderosos siempre pueden falsificar

 Recortes en educación

Para que enseñar?

Solamente hay mas prostitución

 Suben los impuestos

Los salarios no

Solo los políticos tienen buenos puestos

 Mas dinero para los bancos

Si pides un préstamo

Te miran con cara de asco

 Los jóvenes se preguntan que pasa?

Tengo que pasarme toda la vida en casa?

Y si no que hagan la maleta

Que los alemanes ya tienen la receta

2012 alan moliner

Will I fly?

Will I fly

When I die?

It often comes to my mind

What is the fate of all mankind

Will the spirit leave the body?

I wonder if it happens to everybody!

People die everyday

Do they fly so far away?

It is said we are born again

Perhaps even live in Bombay

What is death after all?

Something natural we must follow the call
Not to worry the slightest at all

Some people say they see a light

Will I fly as light as a kite?

Reaching the light

Will my spirit shine and be bright?

Flying with the wind on my face

Never more leaving any trace

I hope I do meet someone to embrace
Will I fly
When I die?

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Feeling Good

 

You don´t need to be wealthy

If you want to be healthy

It´s really easy if you try

I guarantee you won´t even cry

In the morning drink two glasses of water

More than twelve a day would be fine,

But never less than nine

Everyday to rise and shine

Eat fruits and vegetables everyday

That´s what doctors always say

No need to eat fatty food

You know that´s bad

if you want to feel good

and you want to be glad

Don´t forget to eat all kinds of nuts

They´re natural and keep away diseases

and you´ll never ever be stuck in any kinds of ruts

Walk or run several times per week at least for an hour

It´s said it´s good for the memory and the heart

I´m sure you won´t feel so terribly sour,

and it´s something anyone can easily take part

Smoking

You got to be joking

Tobacco companies roll in bread

They don´t care if one day you´ll simply drop dead

So, feel good to be alive and well

That´s all I´m simply trying to tell

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Not on the right road

People in pain

What a crying shame

Children crying

Because they´re starving

Bombs explode

while guns reload

Blood in the street

Together with blown feet

Not on the right road

when bombs forever continue to explode

People slay

Later they pray

People kill

because they´ve got no will

Rockets fly

In the sky

People cry

When they die

It´s all a big lie

People greedy

To hell with the needy

The world has gone crazy

And others are just too lazy

Not on the right road

When people are left to corrode

People are angry

because they´re hungry

Living in the street

No shoes on their feet

No homes

Only loans

Others love money

cause they need a honey

Hard to find a job

All one can do is rob

People shoot to kill

Just for the thrill

People ask why

Looking at the sky

Goodbye goodbye

With a very deep sigh

The world is not right

When people are uptight

Pray to God

Everything´s a fraud

Corrupt politicans

No more mathematicians

People getting cancer

Nobody´s got an answer

Not on the right road

With such a heavy load

All this suffering

Not enough loving
People in pain
What a crying shame

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Why oh why oh why

Oh my God he´s got a gun

Come on everybody we gotta run

He´s gone trigger happy shooting like crazy,

just because he´s feeling bored and lazy

Doesn´t care that he´s taking lives away

Families as always will be asking why oh why

A son and daughter went to school today,

but they had no idea they were going to die

It´s okay to have a gun cause we just love to cry

A gun under a car seat, so don´t mess with me

I can do what I want cause the law says I´m free

How many people have to die?

It´s only a question and not a lie

I wonder what God thinks when we look up to the sky

Dear God, we pray to thee to tell us why oh why

So easy to preach

Yet so difficult to teach

Not to kill our brothers and sisters

Oh yes, we go to church and pray to God

Look Mommy,daddy bought me a gun

Now I can really have some fun

Come on everyone let´s applaud

People will die

People will cry

Look up to the sky

and always ask the same question

Why oh why oh why?

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Cuando te vi

Cuando te vi

Me sentí

Algo fuera de mi

Te vi llegar de la nada

Donde yo antes miraba

Una chica que brillaba

Mi corazón se despertó

Creo que Diós me contestó

Su sonrisa me decía

Que quizás sería mía

Pues me parecía mas una niña

Ojos que me miraba

Y yo que no respiraba

Dos hijas me ha dado

y también soy su amado

Su sonrisa

Es como una brisa

Que me da su calor

Para disfrutar de nuestro amor

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Oh so free

Looking up to the sky

How I wish I could fly

Fly to a full moon

Just like a balloon

Leaving at exactly highnoon

See if it´s really made of cheese

At least I´m sure free of disease

How I wish I could fly

No need to ask me why

Fly over the Grand Canyon

Then off to see the city of Boston

Fly to see the famous great wall

On my way to visit the Dalai Lama in Nepal

So many places I want to see

I wish I could fly and be so free

Looking up to the sky

Knowing one day I will fly away

No need to ask me why oh why

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Memories in the wind

Memories in the wind trying to recall

Remembering as a kid playing baseball

Trying not to be hit by such a hardball

Like a puzzle of thousands of pieces

Childhood memories of a different species

How far back can I go

Although such a long time ago

To see an image that I trully know

Memories blowing in the wind

Trying to capture some of them 

So I can try to write this poem

Don´t want to forget

Rather much like a magnet

Capturing a glimpse of who I am

When my mother walked me in a dark blue tram



copyright 2012 alan moliner

A new day

Waking up in the early morning

The light filtering in through the window

Thank you God for giving me another new day
There is nothing else I really need to say

Breathing to the smell of jasmin

The smell of pine all around

In the distance the mountain high above any sound

The smell of freshness in the air

Is the moment of the morning I like best

Awaking in the morning after a good night´s rest

Sitting outside in the terrace drinking my herbal tea
Looking at the mountains right before me 

I´ll let my spirit take me whereever it wants thee

Flying high above the mountain peak

Contemplating the new day 
The blue sea in the distance not far away
Makes me want to continue to forever live and seek    

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Breathing deeply

Breathing deeply

Walking slowly

The sun above me

Feel so happily free

Cool breeze in the air

Gently going through my hair

The sun on my face

Will surely leave me a lasting trace

Walking along the path of giant trees

Whispering gentle songs of quiet peace

Feeling good to be alive

Not important when I arrive

Time is still

This moment my very will

As I walk up the gentle hill

I may die on this day

Let my spirit take me away

And be born again in the month of May

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Saw an angel

A smile on her face

I saw her the other day

Left me such a lasting trace,
that I wanted so much to embrace 

Wondering the words she wanted to say

Looking at one another

When we glanced on that special day

A kind of connection was surely made

Words unsaid
We will never again trade
Oh heaven forbid

Her smile was a look

Not easy to explain

Rather more like an open book
How I wish to see her once again

I remember thinking to myself

Was she an angel?

Briefly touching my inner self

Walking in the street

One Sunday afternoon

Saw an angel oh so sweet


copyright 2012 

Live Again

copyright photo by alan moliner

We all wonder about death

How it feels to take our last breath

Will our spirit fly away

High above the milky way

Will our spirit begin a new life

Living again to learn and strive

Some may believe another thing

Who knows what death will bring

Be united with our kin

Live again without any sin

Death will surely come one day

Although I´ve heard wise men say

Live again in a much different way


copyright 2012 alan moliner

Riding my bike

Riding my bike is what I like to do

Works wonders even when I feel somewhat blue

In a forest with trees all around

I really don´t care where I am bound

Enjoy the feeling that my body is moving

Remembering moments when it was snowing

Crossing a bridge over a river

Never was much of an Indian giver

Along the river I ride

I know I have nothing to hide

Stop for a rest to contemplate the view

All the colors of a different hue

Riding my bike along the seashore

I really cannot ask for anything more




copyright 2012 alan moliner