Markey Daq.

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Dream Catcher

Ambitiously I feel these thoughts of mine Daring to see the next sunrise with bliss They look for the day when I can buy coffee with poems Trading this paper for a drink, rather than the coins at hand

Maybe I was born to speak endlessly, with ink and breath On and on and on do I dream of my rhymes However off-key they sound, I hear music However unmatched each letter is, I see a complete puzzle

Dare I dream for my next grand design? It'll only get a few thumbs up and chuckles Or maybe I should ask the devil for a better bargain Since this writer's hand earns more slaps than salutes

It's a sad and wasteful time, writing a fancy letter on the page Most people forgot that the famous authors were ragged The only silver dollar they earned was after lying charmingly As though they were a guaranteed diamond in waiting

So I'll dream and dream again, waiting for my pen to strike Until the black venom wakes me back to the next light of day But until that day comes, I'll see myself smiling in the stars Swimming by the moonlight with a poem for my coffee

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Two Imperfect Halves of a Whole

She giggles and calls me a "square" I always fancied myself a rhombus, or a trapezoid Nonetheless, she's a complete curve of starlight While I stand solid and rigid

We play our silly games, riddles and all Yet one knows who and the other knows whom I high five to her fist bump, and we both stumble This is my life with her, imperfectly so

When I speak, I like to add exclamations to my thought bubble She prefers the question marks and semicolons We finish each other's thoughts, like we know sentences Yet it always feels a letter or a space too different

Is it easy to stargaze Orion's belt under the cool breeze As she lets her daydreams cover her eyes with the night sky While I find myself awake the next morning Feeling her tired breath as I soak in the sun

Needless to say, it's like putting oil in a fish barrel Completely nonsensical, sometimes lethal Yet somehow we manage to float side by side

Is this what God meant by miracles? Two imperfect people, living in beds and blankets Even if one sees a duck and the other a rabbit? I wish I knew, but then again maybe not Because even when we make no sense We laugh the same.

We'll find time to compare her curves and my lines We'll find ways to shout and ask about each other And we'll laugh the same. Perhaps I ask too much when I want to complement Fitting my English with her Kinaray-a and Spanish Yet we laugh the same, and smile the same.

So what do I ask, God, as I tremble by the driver's seat? Maybe I'm so unused to questions that I find myself silent. But then again, she'll finish these imperfect fears with a smile And we'll find time to thank you all the same.