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  August 2005
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Francisco Dominguez August 2005
   

 

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    Francisco J. Dominguez emigrated from Mexico to the United States at the age of 13. Since then, he has written and published a book of poetry, Estranged by the Airfields of Vienna. Fran's creative work is mostly comprised of short prose and free verse. As an immigrant, his endeavors are based on an outside-looking-in perspective. Fran is the art editor for poeticdiversity, and has been writing poetry for more than 10 years. He lives in Long Beach, California.

Room 208

   

 

Demons

Your demons remained


As this room


Shriveled in your absence,


Tell me,


Is this how we acquire our demons


For the first time?





This heart


Does not remember


Ever charging against such force


Until our door


Closed right behind you


For the last time.





The echo


Of our door slamming,


The swift vibration


Soon after,


The static


Of a radio,





Its sound


Becoming distant


As the silence


Spread across this room


And out to the streets





Still remains here,


Not surprisingly,


Along with your demons;


Their long, stretched out nails


Mirror their shadow


On the walls,





They travel toward me,


Make a mess


Of this room,


Scattering


Every sense


Of direction.





Is this how


We acquire demons in the first place,


Is this how


We start to devalue


Human relationships


Until they are





Stripped meaningless?


It starts here,


This questioning,


And continues in ourselves


Until no purpose


Is left within.





Then,


One day,


Someone comes


And destroys the questioning—


Someone in fact,


Did arrive for myself





But as one fear


Is suppressed


Another rises


And this fear that haunts me now


Is the same that haunted you


And eventually





Led you to leave me


With your endless demons


To struggle throughout


Many seasons cold


Many seasons humid


One too many seasons.





Now


That I have found


Happiness at last,


I’ve also managed to stomp


These demons,


Stomp them deep





And yet,


Not kill.





And so this fear still resides,


Uncertain if someday I too,


Will leave this happiness


To rid of these creatures


At long last,


Forever—





This struggle I fight


With love in my heart,


The same love


You bitterly used


To tear yourself apart


From these demons.





I will not


Commit your errors


However,


I have to believe


Our humanity consists


Of a greater grace within us.

copyright 2004 Francisco Dominguez

   

 

A Prayer for Strength

There is strength in us few are aware about


And there is a tide out there, no doubt,


That bestows it or takes it away; one day I fear


This strength inside will no longer be here.





There is a point in our lives when we reassess all,


When loved ones pass away, ideologies fall;


And I fear this uncertain harvests that arrive,


This pain that often displaces courage in our lives.





This courage that lead us to greatness and might


And that death fiercely attempts to steal at night,


Lives that turn to memories and leave us bereft,


And in turn we give up sweet inspiration for theft.





For just as we feed off each other’s energy,


We’re also barren if we lack such synergy


That we depend for awareness and insight,


Lord I ask to keep this strength in human kind alight.





Always.

copyright 2004 Francisco Dominguez

   

 

Warriors at a Table

We sat across one


Another, our dinner


Already secondary


To the silent, mutual


Acknowledgement, of the


Years that had gone by.





Titans in our way,


Rivals of our own worlds,


I wonder how these worlds


Would have turned


Out if only we’d


Been allies,





But as time passes


And our food becomes


Cold, I am reminded of all


The resentment that


Grew fertile throughout


The years.





Even when I don’t feel


The resentment at this


Moment, I cannot stop


Thinking why nothing


Besides this darkness


Within ever grew here,





Why the distance


Between us


Never grew


Unbearable.





There is wonderment


Within your eyes,


Your words express it


In ways no one else


Has shared them


Before





And it makes me think again


Just how different


This world really


Could have been


If you’d been around


To watch me grow





Even when I cannot


Help conclude that


Perhaps I would


Not be the warrior


I am today if you’d been


Present all along


copyright 2005 Francisco Dominguez