To Be Continued!

O' thou paradigm,
what is it that compellest thee;
that thou should seek to speak
in vanity?

Far be it from my soul
that I should adhere to such an urge.

© Michael C. Teniente July 4, 2009. Los Angeles, CA.

TENIENTE...isms

It’s deep into the night
And I really don’t feel bad at all.
I’m not drunk, high
Or anything else and
I’m alone.

There is no drama
In my soul…
That means I’m feeling content.
I’m at peace,
While I’m all alone.

I want to keep it that way.
To be at peace, I mean,
not to be all alone.
I wonder if that’s something that I can really control
being constantly at peace with myself
Or if the right string is pulled
I’ll tumble into a theatrical drama,
performed by me.

Why does the soul have to suffer
to write interesting poetry?
The world is wrong!
The world is wrong!
Didn't you hear me ring the bell?

There is no more fight
for me to engage along my journey.
There is only peace.
It will have to suffice.
Such a strange thing to experience,
this feeling of peace,
after all these years of tears.

After all these years of seeking “truth”
my reward is peace?
I could have had that a long time ago,
in the arms of a beautiful woman.
The only “truth” that truly matters
is to be loved.

She has passed me by…
and all I have left
is acceptance.

That is the truth!
That is the hardest "truth"
I've ever had to accept.

© Michael C. Teniente March 22, 2009 12:00 a.m. Los Angeles CA.

TALKING TO JESUS II

Wait?
I am waiting
to hear,
understand
the sound
of the voice,
of your spirit in my life?

When I do
hear
and understand
it,
I’ll respond
so that the day will come
that I can hear it, again
and again.
It’s what I live for.

Take my ear,
and cause it to hear.
Take my heart,
and cause me to obey,
even unto death.
Take my mind
and cause me to visualize
your will,
your will
in my life.

Take my life
and cause me to praise
your holy name.
As I do
wait…
on thee.

© Michael C. Teniente 1997. California Department of Corrections-New Soledad

IS THIS STUFF REAL?

Tell me
who cares
anymore?
If you are
or aren’t there anymore.
Because all we can believe
is in that which we can see.

Tell me
who cares
anymore?
If you are
or aren’t there anymore.
Its all about the sense of a touch
which stimulates us
so very much.
Is it because we or I
lack understanding?
Or is it because;
until I die and go to heaven
I have to learn to live
with my physical and mental
shortcomings,
while my soul and spirit
long,
in this present day,
to please you...

Such is my self imposed confliction.

© Michael C. Teniente 1995. California Department of Corrections-Corcoran

TALKING TO JESUS!

Where art thou?
Thou, whom my soul loveth.
Passing nights
quench not
this desire
of my longing soul
to see thee
face to face.

Beyond my reasoning
are my affections
towards thee
with the only certainties
of this-these
dramas
are the sureties
of the existence
of my need to see thee
face to face.

Where art thou?
Thou, whom my soul loveth.

Here am I,
beckons
the Spirit.

© Michael C. Teniente 1997. California Department of Corrections: Chino-East