The underachiever

I was told I was smart, 

overflowing with potential, 

If only I worked hard

On the reading dimension. 

I was told I was slow

wouldn't put in the care

Hence my reading blowed

While I was acing math. 

I was told my brain melt

The words into blobs

My memory then tangled

concepts into forms. 

I was told that explained

Why it was so frustrating 

The simplest task, to read

To copy or recite a poem. 

I was told I could head as far

for my awesome little mind 

Working in this tortuous way

Was just as full of shine.

I was told I was too lazy, 

That I let my mind wonder

chosing and focusing never

I wouldn't amount to greatness. 

I was told I'd been banking

All my path on these skills

Soon they wouldn't sufise

To carry me up the hills.

So I have been blamed 

For the continuous waist 

My enhanced head has been 

on my slipery hands. 

Now I find there is a cure

For these flighting thoughts

That it is chemical and dured

All through my stary strolls. 

I am told I'm too insecured,

That I clearly have what it takes, 

If only I'd put in the time

And keep my hand on my breaks. 

Well fuck you all very much, 

Your mountains I breezed by

But you can't see me hike mine

So you all told quite enough!

It is Carnaval

It is carnaval,
Been visualizing it for a month.
Drums are getting loud,
Been gathering stuff from all around.

It is carnaval,
Just some more paint and I'll be done.
Such a growing growl,
And I'll be joining the colored dance.

It is carnaval,
Masked my legs sneak from a skirt,
Wrapped in a cape
my powers won't find their end.

It is carnaval
And for three days I am too tall,
I bend to none,
Without the ruling of this earth.

It is carnaval,
My chest can barely keep up,
Music takes me on,
All year long I am a grown up.

Not today,
 it is carnaval
 and today I find my child.

We take too much for granted

Greedy over the sun
a cloud cries silent down.
Into your cup it might
overflow overboard.

Into others not quench
the deserts of their thirst,
but remind'em of such
as the caress of rain.

Bless them all with showers,
the trees and the flowers
the birds and the lovers
as they bow together.

To the maker of life
we cheaply call water.