NUMBERS – ORIGINAL POETRY WRITTEN BY RALPH FORNOLES – 1/18/10

MY FAVORITE #

The number,
before
forty five,
it’s these three symbolizes that can describe me
it’s Tara’s fault,
and she was 14
Joy thought she was mean
but that’s been 11
Now I been in heaven
since 10/11.
What’s your favorite?
Shit, I could go on and on,
How could I turn it off,
If i’m the one?…

WHEN IS NOW – ORIGINAL POETRY WRITTEN BY RALPH FORNOLES – 1/22/10

NOW IS HOW

It occurred
the swords
or without the S
and the pen
was flowing again-
inspiration was gone
inspiration was fought; idleness won
I saw her eyes
and the whites turned into cry
where the inspiration lie
now it’s true
a feeling of imbue
I knew it would pick up again
the only question was when.…

SOMETIMES – 5/22/03 – OLD ORIGINAL POETRY WRITTEN BY RALPH FORNOLES

SOMETIMES I RUN – SOMETIMES I GLIDE

Sometimes you need to run away
to see who will follow you
the real ones will stick to you like glue
they would find you if they only had one clue
Now who’s going to take a ride?
Feel the air breeze as we glide
follow the leader
I’m the breeder
of this revolution
without the confusion
personal evolution
with the solution…

TOWARDS – ORIGINAL POETRY WRITTEN BY RALPH FORNOLES 1/4/10

I'M NOT LOOKING AT YOU DUDES I'M LOOKING PAST YOU

Look – look at their outlook -
They look at me
and then look inward
into the mirror, they see awkward
how can they see me, backwards?
I’m getting further moving forward;
I make no apologies for the direction
I’m headed towards
yet you feel sorry
for me…
It’s annoying
all this posterity.…

TRAVAILS – Original Left Handed Poetry Written by Ralph Fornoles – 3/4/10

LUCKY LEFTY.

I didn’t want to be left behind.
To me, I did the right thing-
now I write with my left!
Exhaust all possibilities
until nothings left.
At first, intense travail
turns to ecstasy, euphoria-
that prevails.
Do I have a choice?
my print must catch up
with my voice,
I won’t stop until I’m heard.…

ROOM FOR SQUARES – ORIGINAL POETRY WRITTEN BY RALPH FORNOLES – 2/27/10

NEON

There’s more room for more squares
I see an opening over there
concerning everywhere
a dare
a do-over
or an overture, or a makeover
or a duel
where’s your sword?
mine is in my hand
it takes time to dry
I retract
the fact
we write
and re-write
until theres room no more…

KEROSENE DREAMS – ORIGINAL POETRY WRITTEN BY RALPH FORNOLES 1/26/10

UNLEADED.

It was too good to not be true.
Everything I thought, I knew,
Wasn’t.
It was all a dream
that taste of kerosene-
Bitter Taste
Sweet Smell
I don’t know if this sleep is heaven or hell.
Well, I’m here
experienced both, everywhere.
To choose, if I were
I’m not sure
which to prefer
did that ever occur
that it doesn’t really matter?…