Tag: death

The Overkill and the Men

From Rhythm And Dime, And Then Some Slime and other Scanned Poems 1985 / A. Hernandez  6 1 1989

The sparkle way up high on the hill blinded

My eyes.

The shine made by metal struck me hard so i

Began to cry.

Down it came, like  a rush of tornado wind,

Tearing trees apart.

Quickly it fell upon me and my friends,

Striking our hearts.

The war machine had started and the smoke

Choked the animals.

Blood sprayed, and the green turn into bright

Red among the dead.

The war machine had started and love

Departed.

Their blades and cannons cracked the air,

Our knives and bombs seeding despair.

And once the end comes, no one will

Be overcome, no one will be over run.

A. Hernandez  6 1 1989

My Photo / 2015

Roses Are Dead

(7-16-87 A. Hernandez inspired by the cold war at the time.)

Roses are dead

violets are blue

the world is dead

the world is blue

Man is gone

Woman to

Race is run

death is true

The bomb has done

Waste to all

Ash I’ve become

In clumps I fall

Fire and Fear

Death rules here

Mother I fear

Dead I fear

7-16-87 A. Hernandez

You’re King of Fucked Up Plan

Dedicated to Nicole Zayas my cousin. Who passed away today. From the hate and pain the world our Earth can make. Rest in peace my prima. You will be missed.

Death is hungry.

Taking friends.

Pets. Family.

It is never satisfied.

It does not take a day off.

It shows very little mercy.

Does not care. Who it takes.

Never smiles.

Never makes jokes.

Doesn’t listen to pleads.

Death just doesn’t care.

Black.

Blue.

Jack.

Sue.

If you’re in its way

Expect a bad day.

I’m so tired of it.

So tired of its shit.

I want it to understand.

You’re king of fucked up plan.

A. Hernandez 4 24 2022

Goodbye Mark

Today I saw my best friend’s head blow into the wind

Rush, bits of flesh like smoke floating to the rice paddies.

I watched as bullets ripped his limbs apart like a useless

Ragdoll. And could only see the hate rage for the enemy

High above the pain caused by the hurt in my lonely heart.

Sprayed across a field were tiny pieces of my friend’s

Now gone past, present, and future. Cast away by a god

Because of the wars we wage, so sick a manner to

Encompass, so hard to digest and I throw up. I cried

For many years, now it is 1989 and I will remember my

Friend today.

A. Hernandez 1-25-1989

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I Am No More

I am a dead person

Rotting in a silent room

There within the gloom

Flies wrestle to land on me

Worms find homes inside my flesh

I am dead now

Smelling real bad

I am shriveling now

My skin is drooping

My eyes are liquidly spreading

I feel no pulse in my neck

I feel no joy

No love

I am no more.

Art Hernandez 11 – 11 – 2007

I Sometimes Wonder if it’s Possible to die from Sadness

Selfie by Arturo Hernandez

I sometimes wonder if its possible to die from sadness. Will these unhappy thoughts choke me to my death. Will they. Its hard to be happy today. You passed away. You are no longer here. Your funny smile is not near today. Your cute little self gone from this moment and on. I sometimes wonder if this sadness I feel, this grief of you no longer being here is it possible to die from it. Just from sadness. Cause it feels like I’m passing away. Arturo Hernandez 9 30 2021