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    Alma Solitaria
    Alma Solitaria
    Alma Solitaria
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    Alma Solitaria

    By Ismael S Rodriguez Jr

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    This collection of poems embodies the soul of Ismael S. Rodriguez Jr., a Navy veteran with ancestry from Puerto Rico and the Philippines. Within the lines of these verses, we witness the intricate tapestry of his life, shaped by the burdens of schizophrenia and PTSD. Each poem serves as a testament to his resilience, as he fearlessly channels his experiences, beliefs, and emotions onto the written page. Through his heartfelt words, Rodriguez bares his innermost thoughts, exposing the raw depths of his being. With every stanza, he unravels the complexities of his existence, creating a profound connection between his readers and the multifaceted nature of human existence. This collection stands as a poignant reminder that art has the power to heal, transform, and give voice to those whose stories are often silenced.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherIsmael Rodriguez
    Release dateMar 20, 2024
    ISBN9798223114444
    Alma Solitaria
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    Ismael S Rodriguez Jr

    Well, it's a bio I've done this for some other web sites, social networks and such. My name is Ismael S. Rodriguez Jr. I'm an ordained reverend, U.S. Navy veteran, dual diagnosed, and a Grey Witch. I was born in Philadelphia, PA and now live in Oakland Park, FL. I spent eight years in the Navy and traveled around Europe. After leaving the Navy I traveled around the U.S. for a while. I'm diagnosed with schizophrenia and alcohol dependency. I have over three years clean and sober from all substances and am stable on medication and therapy. My dual diagnoses has been a struggle for me for many years, and I've been in some bad situations. I've been homeless, and have lived in different shelters, group living facilities, and on the streets. Now I live in an assisted living home.

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      Alma Solitaria - Ismael S Rodriguez Jr

      Dedicated to my fellow Grey Witches

      The Impermanence of Permanence

      Listening to the wind

      Blowing over empty space

      For infinite seconds

      Before time comes to a halt

      Hold onto to nothing

      And have nothing to lose

      Existence for its own sake

      Is glory beyond means

      Harvest sweat dreams

      From wishes of enlightenment

      Strip away what isn’t

      Until all that’s left is true

      All things are permanent

      Within their impermanence

      Knock on Gods door

      To find where it ends

      Zen Noir

      Living

      Yes living

      On the good side of dying

      Darkness creeps in

      And there’s blood on the streets

      Fight for survival little man

      Everything’s for the taking

      If you don’t get caught

      Shadows within shadows

      Try not to hold on to tight

      Is It Time to Wake Up?

      Drinking coffee smoking cigarettes

      And watching porn

      What a lovely way to start the day

      The moon went down

      And the sun came up

      My habits seem strange

      To the more normal crew

      I like Suicide Girls

      Especially a certain beautiful

      Redhaired one

      If I get enough money

      I might pierce something strange

      Or maybe a tattoo somewhere

      I’d dye my hair too

      If I had something

      I could dye

      But sadly, it seems

      My forehead has

      Gotten too big for that

      Original Me

      Particle dreams flash through my mind

      Forgiving but still taking

      Destroying facades of the ego

      Until all that’s left

      Is the original me

      Powers that be

      Bring the fractured pieces

      Of me back together again

      Moon Spells

      Within a circle of trees

      Moonbeams caress you

      While burning candles

      Define these rites

      The ancient mysteries

      Are born anew this night

      Scry the dark portal

      The shadows abound

      Where Hekate waits

      Don’t be ensnared

      By the darkness within

      Single Point

      Pray they said and pray some more

      But I don’t pray to the same gods as you

      I’ve got gods and goddesses

      For different occasions

      But they all dissolve back into one

      Layers of reality contracting back

      Into a single point

      That is nowhere and everywhere

      It’s a Skill

      (They Don’t Teach in School)

      Shit posting

      Is a kind of poetry

      That goes beyond

      Your conceptions

      Of what a poem is

      Social medias finest

      Displaying their skills

      With much vigor

      And running circles

      Around the trolls

      The Seven Deadly What?

      It ain’t a sin to be human

      It’s a gift that should be cherished

      Do what thou will

      That’s all there is to it

      We all have desires

      Don’t let them control you

      But feel free to explore

      Expand yourself in all ways

      Mind, body, and spirit

      Remember this truth

      Life is to be experienced fully

      On all levels of our existence

      Set Yourself Free

      Go ahead and testify

      Then you’ll purify

      As you’re flying higher

      Powered by inner desire

      Get to the next level

      And deny your inner devil

      Gnosis will set you free

      And you can just be

      Tear down every wall

      When love comes to call

      Children of the earth

      Gia is the mother of all birth

      Unity

      Elder gods

      Burrowing

      Beneath your sanity

      Bringing the unconscious

      To consciousness

      Reveal the dark

      To enter the truth

      Reveal the light

      To enter unity

      The Wrong Way Moon

      I took a trip to Pickering’s moon

      It’s an unusual place to say the least

      With this going in reverse thing

      But really, I’d have to say

      It’s a glorious diamond in the rough

      It may not be a Janus as some may think

      But its orbit is closer to my heart

      My Hotdog

      Look at my hotdog

      It’s like no other wiener

      So tender and mild

      It’s a thing of beauty

      A real work of art

      If I must say so myself

      Covered in pickle relish

      My hearts one desire

      Twenty-three and Five

      What’s a beginning

      Without an end?

      It’s time to hail Eris

      That’s a way to start

      Throw chaos to the wind

      Take yourself out of neutral

      If you’re confused right now

      Don’t worry my friend

      Everything is nonsense

      If you believe what you read

      Twenty-three and the five

      If you look hard enough

      Who knows what you’ll find?

      Take it out of the bun dude

      At least that’s what I've been told

      The pathway to something

      Is the one of least resistance

      If you want it that way

      If the goddess notices you

      Maybe there's an apple

      In it for you

      Witness to Desire

      Dancing angels sing

      Spinning gods triumph

      The never-ending dawn

      Once dying embers flareup

      Heaven’s gate is shown

      As daemons fly between

      Eternity ends in a second

      While the aeon lasts forever

      The future is in the past

      And the present never ends

      Ten cities of creation

      With twenty-two roads connecting

      Rising to find the crown

      That lies beyond the abys

      Look behind the veil

      The serpent now awakes

      Wheelbarrow Full of Dreams

      Visions flash through my mind

      Like divinely inspired dreams

      Bringing feelings of joy

      And mischievous thoughts

      It’s the

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