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Thursday, May 31, 2012

By My Step (Original)


Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts


Waiting there,
Look at the steps here,
Look over there,
How serene steps seem,
Hurry on now,
She was waiting once,
Make it twice,
In a world so fast,
Makes it seem
She has waited long,
Patience now,
And wait by my step.



Erick Flores

Friday, May 25, 2012

Let Them (Original) MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts
Let them invite you
With their artificial amity.
Let them admit to you
Their careless intentions.
Let them haunt you
Slowly, away from comfort.
Let them express to you
All their animosity.
Let them criticize you
For all that you have not done.
Let them hurt you,
For every good deed you fulfilled.
Let them traumatize you
With all the lies they created.
Let them degrade you
Away from all reality.
Let them transform you,
The once weak soul you were.

-Erick Flores

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Thank You

Thank you Mr. Andy David for all the support. I appreciate your time and your appreciation for my work!
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-Erick Flores


Sunday, May 13, 2012

Everlasting (Mother's Day Original) MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts 
Morning brings a light joy,
Amongst the warmest hearts,
The mother wide awake,
Tending her sick child,
She holds him to her bosom,
A clear sign of affection; love.
A tear runs down,
An unforeseen drizzle,
She gets on her knees,
And begins a long prayer.
The son, dazed, but curious,
Overlooks his loving mother.
Oh, how many times we see
The battle of life,
And the mother, like a warrior,
Ready for battle.
A mother's love is ubiquitous,
Unconditional,
Wise,
Everlasting.
Such as God's love.
Could it be that our Creator,
With His almighty hands,
Transmitted such potential
To all women of virtue?
She holds great power,
And she dare not waste it.
Mother, you are brave,
Victorious,
Triumphant,
God could not have created
Love as much as yours,
He created you
With so many purposes
That one cannot easily convey,
I just have to say that through you,
I have met love, patience, knowledge,
and more than anything
The path that is Jesus Christ.
And through Him, I will bow at our Creator.
The first thing I will thank Him for
Is for placing you in my life.
I don't know what tomorrow brings,
But I know that you stand ground,
And will guide me, as you have all these years.
Three words cannot illustrate all I feel,
But it is a start, I love you.


-Erick Flores

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Landslide MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected


Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts 

I slept for too long,
Now there’s no words
That will wake me up,
I’m sorry,
If it means, at all.

I tried and climbed,
A landslide
Brought me down.
Motivated by anger,
It all collapsed

Don’t try to correct
Untouchable mistakes,
They heal without aid,
Stand ground,
Don’t try, and correct.

-Erick Flores

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Swift (Original) MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected


Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts 

I am swift,
A new pair of legs,
I am new,
Watch me climb faster,
I am air,
Oblivious now,
I’m the road,
Maneuvering on,
I’m the sky,
Bicycle goes on.


-Erick Flores