Dreamer

In our world of Superstition
I see only two types of people
The wise men and the fools
The wise man's way will never be known
But a fools eyes are reflecting pools
For what the wise will hide
A fool prides
The wise I believe are realists
The fools; Dreamers
The wise are keen with their hearts
Not the fool with his he will quickly part
Which of the two
I wonder is most true ,
The wise who thinks with his head?
Or the fool that listens to his heart ?
The wise looks for happiness and finds it
The fool creates his
And is content in his fantasy bliss
Where does this leave the dreamer
Dreaming of being a realist I wonder
In quick sand that keeps pulling them under
When the heart tells them to go
But their heads warn no
Even as they crush the realist
The dreamers dream on
This dreamer i fear has dreamed for too long.

Angelia Ramirez.
R.I.P. 26.03.2014

Creatures of the deep

A magnificent civilization divided
Because foolishly our reflections we pride
They left within the tides
In the vast unknown they survive
Driven to darkest depths
They thrived
Companions to the soldier's of the deep
They've embraced this glassy land as theirs to keep
Facing dangers unimaginable
Securing their futures in a way unfathomable
Leaders of the sea
Unlike their ancestors who basked in the crystal waves by day
Slipping lithely through the rapid currents by dark
Now apart of the watery abyss
Gazing longingly at the bay
Battling predators untold
When; Strange happenings unfold
Maddening noises fill the calm
Forcing their protector's to beach with insanity
Where death will take them
Their flesh picked from their gigantic bodies
Their bones left to bleach
How these intelligent creatures mourn one and all
To see so many mighty warriors fall
Some though in pain; rush to their gentle protector's aid
Others retreat
Too vulnerable
Too afraid
At watery gates they watch, they wait
All in attendance know it's already too late
The would be rescuer's attempt to descend back into the sea
But this foreign air is not what they remembered it to be
It's thick with dirt
Far too hot to breathe
Most are able to make it back
Avoiding the impending traps
But one; in desperate search of more had wandered too far up shore
The smoggy air filled his aquatic lungs
He tried to make it back in
Cursing himself for straying to where he should not have been
He does not make it
He collapses before
Hard, dry sand beneath him
His rapidly drying skin is sore
One last desperate attempt at life
He sheltered beneath the surrounding seaweeds
Not knowing it was already too late
Discovered, he was seen
A meeting with fate;
Poked at by heavy sticks of brass
Aliens in white
They had no face's
Lights that were too bright
Burned his sensitive eye's
Confusion reined
They had trapped him in the strangest of places
A bubble of the element so dear to him
Stretches but will not burst
He is carried to a lab
Later removed in a black bag
Terrifyingly; he is only the first.

Angelia Ramirez

Poem about Mermaids after watching the expose on discovery channel I was so completely, touched and intrigued I wrote this. I hope u all enjoy it.

Face in my memories

Half of a whole
Memory of the past
Dreams that never last
Torn from my soul
Joy untold
Fading Is the day
Into an eternal night
Death waits
Lurks , a shadow at my door
Vigil too lonely
Comfort too brief
Burning oceans dull
But this grief
Will never cease
Weary I grow
Fighting to protect my only prize
Long forgotten is the will to survive
Still from these ashes I continue to rise
Bring me not smiles of youth
Feather light kisses; or bold truths
I despise it all
Even as I fall
Further from the wings of grace
I see that face
Face I've loved,
Face I've lost
Face I always will
Salty trails those precious lips did follow
Promising lies of a longer tomorrow
My heart I did allow borrowed
Stole these secrets to keep
For deep inside I knew they would disappear with sleep
Treasure left behind
Guarded by my love
Our joy; My pain
Our love; My burden
My everything; Our Claim
There came the rains
It took my all
It took that face
Shards of glass flow through my veins
The knowledge
Death has taken my place
By my own hand did it perish
That which I so cherished
Never to be loved
Cursed to love
Open the door
The time has come
To just run.

Angelia Ramirez