A sound,
the dark,
a snake,
a remark,
that bites the brain
until you are bound.
You shrivel,
and cringe,
your breath,
does binge,
and stabs the heart,
now sanity is little.
a cry,
a shout,
the curtain
it lifts,
the light of truth,
and fear is a lie.
By L. M. Montes
I woke today
to find a life
but found instead
I was almost dead.
What did I do?
Where did I go?
I dozed back to sleep
in bed you know.
Later, time it drug,
I had to hurry,
but I couldn’t scurry,
So I moved as though a slug.
I couldn’t fight this one bit,
therefore I concede,
to sit and read,
and alas just go with it.
By L. M. Montes
When a plant wilts,
do you feed it or let it die?
When the sun shines,
do you hide or in the sand lie?
In a moments time, when things can change,
do you shrink or life embrace?
When enemies use division’s knife,
Patriots rise and fight with grace.
By L. M. Montes
You liked me once
so long ago,
An eye you gave
to me you know.
But now I tend to disappoint
the one whose heart I did anoint.
I wish days of old be back
so joy to you will never lack.
And thus it goes into the sky
the air of beauty that made you sigh.
Dance with ideas to
Rhythms of imagination,
Eclipsing all else,
Advancing the depth of
Magic within.
The kiss of death,
It says goodbye,
Without a reason or a why,
Then comes back and says to me,
Oh my dear,
How I love thee.
by L. M. Montes
Winter ends—-
Spring will sing—-
Snow waves goodbye—-
Dew drops fall—-
Flowers awaken
From under their blankets.
Spring fades away—-
Summer has sprouted—-
All is warm and new—-
Lush green velvet grass—-
Lakes glisten turquoise blue—-
Show me such beauty
I know is true.
Summer gives way to fall—-
Leaves don their face—-
The cold lashes its tongue—-
Trees begin to shed their skin—-
How bare nature looks
When winter sinks its hooks.
Fall has disappeared—-
White has settled in—-
Snowmen stand in numbers—-
Birds are gone again—-
As nature spins its wheels,
God’s beauty slowly reveals.
By L. M. Montes
Her life is like a doll house,
With everything in place,
A perfect house,
A perfect man,
And children filled with grace.
She talks not like a woman,
But rather as a child,
Playing games,
Skipping rope,
An innocence so mild.
But somewhere deep inside her,
She knows this isn’t like,
No hopes to hope,
No dreams to dream,
Just agony and strife.
One night she just walked out and left,
And made her life her own,
Reaching forth,
Grabbing hold,
You see how she has grown?
By L. M. Montes
Three men,
Hanging on a cross,
Two are sinners,
One is divine.
Oh Jesus on the cross,
This I ask of You,
Forgiveness and mercy
For my sins,
So I may be with You.
Death’s clutches take hold,
The devil he must fight,
The Son He is the victor,
Not just for me,
But everyone,
So we may rise to heights.
By L. M. Montes
I sit and look up to the sky,
With heart felt tears within my eyes,
The clouds they float and pass away,
But will this hurt I have caused today?
The leaves they whither and fall to the ground,
Like my heart when this sadness mounds.
This rain and thunder I wish I could erase,
And wipe the pain from your sweet face.
But I can’t change what I have done,
Like the blowing wind the past is gone.
I can only offer this with every part,
And say I am sorry with all my heart.
by L. M. Montes
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 