Frisco

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 10/02/2014
The roadway lines flicker slower with every mile,
merging to create a single streak down the triangle.
Time to look away.
 
I turn to spot the red-draped rocks sparkling in the light.
And the river racing along the rocks that line our lanes.
It’s quite the portrait.
 
Images focused on the here and now,
built millions of years back.
Men simply cannot recreate such a view.
Can I stay?
 
The triangle will end eventually
to make room for another kind of life,
but I will embrace this one.
The hills will stay gold with our potential.

Golden Empire

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 10/02/2014

Two curves and I’m out.
The rearview flickers like a loose light.
Behind lies ground hollowed inside and out.
It burns from the endless sun, ending any chance the fruit will grow.
It may look like her, but don’t be fooled.
This facade has no place in the Golden State.

Life’s short

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 08/15/2014

I see the sunrise bleed throughout the curtains,
while you sleep off the night.
The voices from the other rooms get louder
as the clock gets older.

I want to see their eyes open slowly
when I make sure they’re covered.
Always believe you’ll be safe and sound.
I want nothing more.

Hang in there. Please do.
I will find a better home.
Your sacrifices allow me to soar.
Now it’s your turn.

Life’s short.
Let’s make it ours
all the way to the top,
where we can laugh and smile.

Let me go

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 08/10/2014

Nearly paralytic
wondering what they’ll pull next.
Our life is on a leaf in the air,
falling from a branch,
with no way of telling which way
the wind will move.
But I lie calmly,
anticipating the next landing,
the next 24. 48.
72 hours.

The Nation

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 07/06/2014

We are all the same,
no matter where the sky blooms.
Crayons create the same drawings,
no matter the restaurant.
Clothes still keep us warm,
no matter the store.

We all arrived from the same atom,
the structure of which will never break.
Food is still the same,
no matter the price.
A long walk is still the same,
no matter the shoes.

Hope Moon

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 04/24/2014

Forgive this state.
It’s unfamiliar.
Help me find
how it used to be.

But familiar enough,
vulnerability awakes.
Unable to take down,
it has taken me.

Forgive this state.
It’s tired and blocked in.
I’m fighting myself,
losing every day.

Hope Moon can help.
This darkness needs light.
Hope the hated Sun
never lights my path.

And I will always be nosey

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 12/06/2013

No need for a reminder
to remind her that her I can’t be without.
Future visions only co-exist with us.
Imaginations run wild.

Dreams lie ahead with two,
plus five or four.
Maybe three, maybe more.
Whatever we want is ours.

Dusk

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 10/23/2013
Night sky falls into our palms,
a crystal ball of what’s to come.
Under the beauty, we possess potential,
capable of reaching all we aspire. 
We are on our way to exactly where 
we want to land.
And my hand will interlock yours
As we descend onto our storybook home.

Our ride

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 09/08/2013

I am often reminded
of all that stands before us.
Loud laughter, warm nights.
Blankets to tuck in, ornaments to hang.

You are flowers waiting on the table,
hot cocoa on a cold night.
You are the reason I can’t sleep
when you aren’t by my side.

Carry with you these thoughts
as I always keep yours close to me.
I see their smiling faces in the rearview
as you sit in the passenger seat.