She looks like the typical Cali girl
To us she’s a jewel, a diamond, a pearl
When she smiles she brightens up the room
And for a minute lessens our sense of gloom
Katie is her name, the clubhouse intern
She’s so unlike others, she’s friendly, not stern
May she always keep this sunny disposition
Because life on the street is hard, whatever the
Condition
BOUNDLESS
I once had a love to last
for all my days
What I wouldn’t do for it
let me count the ways
It was a love I had
lost because of sin
When I look at your face now,
what’s written now is "el fin"
What will it take to
pick up all the shattered pieces?
Strewn all over the place
for the pain never ceases
The only answer I have
is to give all this some time
Sort through all my emotions,
not change them on a dime
I love you "mi corazon amor"
you mean so much to me
What we had was special
and what’s happened we must let be
Why drag you through my problems
when you have your own
But remember the team we once were,
as so evidently shown
And one day it will be even better,
this I swear and guarantee
Because I love you truly and your children.
One day a family
August 16, 2005
Tuesday
6:30 p.m.
Infinity
our lives are stitched from suture to suture
into a quilt made of past, present and future
the lives we have led make up our psyche
and what it has taught us can tell whether we
have a recipe with all the ingredients
to be one with it all, not just be expedient
we’ve grown, you and i, together and apart
share a love for one another, until death do us part
and when we move on to the next life’s stage
we’ll always have something from which to gauge
for love is eternal, has no beginning, has no end
always it shall be, these divine thoughts we shall send
ODE TO CHAPLAIN BRYAN
Whenever he speaks,
I have a warm feeling inside
And my despairs and fears vanish
not lurking within to hide
I never gave much thought
to what most people had to say
But having known you Chaplain
I know that I’m on my way
As you have counseled all of us here,
Godspeed on your journey
Healing those you will encounter
giving first aid, applying a gurney
I think I speak for all of us here
when I say you will be missed
From the reading, the talks and prayers,
we have all got the gist
It is all about love,
for ourselves and for one another
Thank you Chaplain Bryan
In you we all have a brother
ODE TO CHAPLAIN BRYAN
August 14, 2005
Sunday
8:30 p.m.
Thomas Lucas Leto
A GATHERING OF PEERS
We are all gathered here
to celebrate
Something special:
the night we all graduate
It’s more than a parchment,
that we stand to receive
It’s something from within,
it’s the words "I believe"
I believe I’ve come far
and I still have a road ahead
I believe I can make it
because in me I have led
The skill I’ve been taught
in receiving this here diploma
Allows me to stand amongst anyone
whether from La Jolla or Pt Loma
Being surrounded tonight by
our loved ones, friend is a high
But you haven’t seen anything yet,
watch us soar, watch us fly
A GATHERING AMONG PEERS
August 19, 2005
Friday, 3:00 p.m.
From cattle to prized steer
herded we are in a pen
enclosed like livestock, gone is our den
try as we might go back to the life of yore
we now realize our path is here, like never before
intake, bug day, storage so small
chores, snoring, complaints, all
litle do we know this is all meant to be
for the heavens above has planned this for all to see
we may be the runts and the weak of society
but we are most blessed between you and me
our lives are being shaped all from one another
this fellowship of love we all call sister and brother
such is the mystery of why we are all here
we are no longer cattle, we’re now the prized steer
from cattle to prized steer
baluca
january 12, 2006
6:15 am, on the 25 bus on the way to no. city campus
Ode to Father Joe and his Village
I’ve caught a glimpse of him
maybe once or twice
Perhaps I didn’t get him at the right time,
he didn’t have a smile, not very nice
One time an article about cars
purchased from his auction lot appeared
Stirring up a frenzy as if this man is
a criminal, someone to be feared
So what if the intent of the buyer
is at odds with Father Joe’s?
The latter is a godsend in many
ways we’ll ever, ever know
So there he was with a delegation
of men sporting the collar
I was excited to see him, it was
enough for me to want to holler
It was a serious matter and I
could see the gravity of the scene
So I kept my mouth shut, to do
otherwise would be obscene
With the weight on his shoulders
to operate this village
In a place that’s being gentrified
our home this city wants pillaged
Unbeknownst to them all,
perhaps Father Joe knows this too
We’re all sitting on a gold mine
for we’re all resources, me and you
Father Joe’s giving us a second chance
an effort he never, ever tires
And what is now only a village
will one day soon become an Empire
July 2005
Bereft
I once had a love until the end of my days
Corazon her name was with a smile from sun rays
I once had a love, oh let me count the ways
but I wasn’t good enough so I left without delay
I once had a love, on the following night of our lay
she went to her lover, a man in sports plays
I once had a love, she the sculptress I the clay
that is now past, to our own paths godspeed i pray
i once had a love, one of forever, here to stay
now i’m a lost child, in mourning, my heart in decay
i once had a love, a story in book and in say
seek once again i shall a love,
for what rains in april blooms in may
bereft
baluca
january 11, 2006
10:20 p.m. at the bishop maher center,
father joe’s village
instrucciones
abrasame. tiempo a tiempo. abrasame
quiero tengame en mis brasos y nunca suelte
digame. tiempo a tiempo. digame
quiero oir las palabras "me amas, me amas, me amas"
besame. tiempo a tiempo. besame.
quiero probar los labios dulces a la mina
tocame. tiempo a tiempo. tocame
quiero sentirse el calor de su cuerpo dentro de mí
instructions
hold me. time and again. hold me
i want you in my arms and never let go
tell me. time and again. tell me
i want to hear the words "you love me, you love me,
you love me"
kiss me. time and again. kiss me
i want to taste your sweet lips unto mine
touch me. time and again. touch me
i want to feel the warmth of your body inside me
A POEM CALLED LOVE
We think of four letter words
as mean and dirty
But there is one that is beautiful,
can even be flirty
It is love, which takes
on many and various forms
It is the one we have for ourselves,
though, that ought to be the norm
We often hear how people are
crazy about it, just like a drug
But how many of us realize how
shallow that is, like a grave dug
Before we can show others
this power, this awesome joy
Seek it for ourselves foremost,
then on others to employ
Look not to someone else,
ask not it from them
It is all from within,
it is where it all stems
A POEM CALLED LOVE
August 18, 2005
Thursday, 8:00 pm
Thomas Leto