Trapped in the wild
The wilderness of her
An unmarked path
In an unknown heart

A river that winds
Round heart and mind
A mountain range
Of passion and fire

A pioneer I am
In a maze of Love
Blazing a trail of memories
I'm lost here

I don't want to be found

P.Frias

And for a season I wept
Each tear a lost kiss
The scent of gardenias
An embrace I couldn't hold

I wept for what could have been
A dynasty of love

I longed for what should have been
The ideal of love

I reached for your hand
A symbol of togetherness
I held a dream of us
But I've awakened a terrible loneliness

Even that I have overcome

New is the year
Old are the tears
New will be my resolve
Joy will no longer elude me

My voice now travels
I've whispered my heart to the wind
No longer in silence
Will I cry alone

I will profess
I love you all

P.Frias

I think you may be 
The most beautiful woman in the world

I hate you

I love you

I have dark thoughts about you...
Both erotic and disturbing

You make me want to drink blood and eat pussy
You make my life hell and heaven and purgatory

I want your hair wrapped around my fist as I reward you
I want your limbs wrapped around my waist as I explore you
I want to devour your heart 

And enjoy your smile

If you were a tart
I'd sit and dine for a while

I want to impale you
And jail you 
upon my bed
Where you'll feel the dreadfulness of my Love


Dreadful and satisfying
And incomplete and terrifying 

You'll keep coming back
And keep wanting more
And writhe upon me 
You'll crawl on all fours


And my romantic notions
And my sex potions

Will be your religion
And you'll Love me

Or hate me

Preferably the latter
Preferably but not likely

P.Frias 
 

11/25/13

It's hope I see
In the steeping tea
And smiles are making rounds
The morning Sun
Warms everyone
And much happiness abounds
It's mildly cold
And truth be told
We never suffer deep chills
It's sunshine and seas
Hollywood and palm trees
California's where I get my thrills

P.Frias

11/25/13

I feel you in my solitude
All the songs you used to sing
Fill the jukebox in my head
The roses miss you
And so do these walls
They miss the little nails you would set
Placing pictures of us on little shelves
And cheap prints that caught your eye
The kitchen is finally remodeled
Cobblestone tile and everything new
that you never got to see
These hearts miss you
They miss your hands molding them
Shaping them to the men you knew we would be
The plum tree is gone
It died a year after you
No one sang to it
But I feel you mom
Even in my solitude

P.Frias

11/27/13

Exasperating Politeness

Pull up a chair
Here, let me refresh your drink
Have a cookie
So, are you seeing anyone?
What are you doing for work?
Don't tell the Smiths but...blah, blah, blah
No, no, it's no trouble at all
Have a slice of pie
I insist
You're wasting away dear
You need to eat
You'll end up like my Carl if you...blah, blah, blah
I think you need to finish school
I think you need to get married
I think you need to have some kids
I think...blah, blah, blah
Are you sure you have to leave?
It's no trouble at all
You know we have a spare room
Ok, well, come more often!
These visits are too few
You should take some food
Here, let me fix something for you
You should...blah, blah, blah

P.Frias

12/2/13

The view next to you
It's an envious place
Where I trace
Your curves

With open palms
As psalms
Of Love play

In my head
In this bed where we lay
I say

Things that excite
Little nibbles and bites
On your neck

As we wreck these sheets
We're complete in one another

And we laugh
And we smile
And I gaze for a while

Into your eyes
And sing lullabies

To you

In my heart


P.Frias

12/5/13

I see the door before me
It's wide open
Blue skies and hurricanes
wait for me on the other side
I see the door behind me
It's wide open
Warm blankets, hugs and kisses
beckon me back to them
I've stood in this hall for years
Caught between tradition and passion
Feeding on my own emotions
Discarding the feelings of others
Through these doors I see
tears and laughter
I see wonder and fear
There is joy mixed with sorrow
And always hope
But here I sit
Staring at both doors

P.Frias

12/6/13

I hear the voice
Of the soft falling rain
The voice of an angel
A heart filled with pain

I hear the voice
Of a bride filled with joy
The voice of a beggar
A lost starving boy

I hear the voice
Of a mother in tears
The voice of a king
A nation of fears

I hear the voice
Of a room full of poets
The voice of the many
A gathering of stoics

There is a voice
I hear in my head
The voice of my maker
"I love you", he said

P.Frias 2013

12/6/13

Here it is
Still beating
Still wet with tears
From uncounted years
Of monotony

Under a sorrow stained pillow
Hanging limp like the willow
outside the glass

In a scream filled room
I left it for dead
Tired of its incessant wants
Fed up with its dreaming

But its continuous thumping
Thump, thump, thump...
Its harassing bumping
Bump, bump, bump...
Led me back here

I will be clear

It's not you I fear
Or for whom I've shed tears
It's my heart
And what it can do to me

So, I've picked it up
And dusted it off
And locked it away
Because
The damn thing is still beating

P.Frias 2013

12/7/13

Toy Soldier

Somewhere a siren sounds
Lights flash from billboards
Intermittently illuminating the alley
The sound of people
Walking at holiday speed
A cat claws through the dumpster
And beside it he sits
A broken man
Beaten and abused by life
An emotional and spiritual defeat
Lingers in his eyes
Years of regret and bad choices
Emanate from him
The smell of some cheap whiskey
His daily eau de cologne
The vertical streaks on his face
Were last weeks tears
This week he's too dehydrated to cry
Some faded memory of a little boy
Dimly passes through his mind
The tattered toy soldier in his coat
Is for him
And the lights dim
And the world fades
And everything he's ever known or done
Means nothing
Compared to the value of that toy
It's his future
The last possible hope
Of his redemption
In the face of a plastic man
For him
And for him

P.Frias