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The Darkness Of The Twilight

written by: Luiz Syphre

@luizsyphre

 

Sailing on sounds waves
as loud as tsunamis,
the waving screams of Billy Idol
crash violently into my ears

my favorite.     I'm flying low

towards the orange dusking
on an empty, random backroad

a glowing ball sits only a foot away
and burns with a Californian fury!
unmistakable, it's as bright as
my dreams from a life long ago

scorching!, ungentle!,
the mad thing had been grabbing
at my left arm since Laguna beach

its tentacles branded me there a deep red
a throbbing pain is now dancing
in synch to a White Wedding

I hear a baby's call competing against Billy cry's
and instinctively turn my neck til two car seats
are within view of my red eyes

two little right hands with sandy indexes
come up from the seats saluting the red ball
I stare at my copilot and confirm
a landing at the next AM/PM

“There's one in Victorville”
She says, with a smile so bright,
the red ball has to look away in respect

we land at the Victorville airport
and crawl out the truck with the last
of our surfboard pedaling strength

two red, sand riddled tiny bodies are now
in tow on each our back and their towering
parents walk them towards an open field

there, I see magic!

wild orchards swim in a sea
of evening waves that swell
with every gust of air

monarchs sail on their maiden voyage
on this ocean of blues, oranges and reds
with the blowing breeze behind their sails,
they look for safe harbor to exchange their services

flapping a multitude of colored wings,
the space around them blends
into a brilliant reddish and orange haze.

It's how I remembered that day,
before the darkness of the twilight...

Luiz Syphre

Luiz Syphre

I immigrated to the states from Mexico at age 12 and I quickly fell in love with poetry after my grandfather read some of his poems to me. However, at 18, I had a young family and that left very little time for this endevour as I started working to support us. I returned to adult school to finish my diploma. At that time I developed a severe depression that I still struggle with to this day, but I found it to be a great source of inspiration as well. Today I live in Los Angeles and I'm divorced. I have two children I see whenever possible and two adult kids. Both my Grandfather and his brother are award winning poets and journalists, with one, (Bartolome Delgado DeLeon) having a street, library and a prestigious national poet award in his honor.

Most of my pieces come from personal experience and true to me. Sometimes my material is raw, other times murdeous, and yet other times romantic, but always me, 100% authentic guaranteed.
Luiz Syphre

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