NO COMPLAINS, by Noemi Capote

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I take a deep breath,
Realizing I have no true reasons to complain,
As much as I think that I need,
Of these and of that,
Of the dream home where my girls would grow with warmth,
Of the roads to travel, explore and walk,
Of the places to see,
Of the air of Yosemite that I yearn to feel.

Oh, I really can’t complain.

For there’s nothing that I need to have,
Nothing more to make me whole,
Nothing more to bring me light,
For my family and friends are over there,
Struggling and facing pain,
Living in scarcities,
With danger all around them.
There, in the Venezuela that once was,
The one that Bolivar fought for,
They all face true adversities,
The  kinds that are inhumane.
People living with just water and bread.
It’s truly insane.

Yep! I can’t complain.

Even with the dilemmas I face,
The dramas that never end,
The foolish mistakes that I’ve made,
Even when desires turn into a dread,
Nothing compares;
To the true existence of madness,
The kind that destroys a country’s heart,
The kind that’s selfish,
The kind that’s bad.
There, where monsters reign,
Where people are in despair,
Truly suffering.
It’s truly a shame.

Nope, no complains.

For those who are there,
The heroes that dare,
Fighting back,
Finding strength,
To you, I bow with all respect.

So I take a vote to not complain,
At least to try to do it less,
To exist willing to do my best.
I truly hope the nightmare ends.

To those who are there,
In the Venezuela that will always be beautiful,

No matter the gray,
Your hopes keep the flame alive.
To overcome the obstacles,
To stand for what’s right.
Until freedom comes,
Keep on speaking up.
You deserve to have back
What was taken from your soul

So, no complains,
None at all.
Viva Venezuela,
For freedom will come!

THE MOTHER I HAVE, by Noemi Capote

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You, my mother, the mother I have,
The one that kept me safe at night,
You, who gave up her dreams for me,
Who fought against odds to see me succeed,
Thank you for helping me become free.

For all the nights that kept you awake,
For all the troubles you had to face,
For all the times you felt going insane,
For forgiving my mistakes,
I give you many, many thanks.

You, my mother, who’s always there,
Even when I deserve no best.
You, who taught me about hope and about faith,
It was you who showed me and brightened my ways.
Through my ups and my downs,
You support me so well.
You, my biggest ally, my angel, my friend.

Willing to build an entire world just for me,
So I may find joy, so I can live at ease,
You, the greatest gift of all,
You, the one who deserves the world.

So you, my mother, the mother I have,
I love you today, tomorrow and to the end.
You, who are my mother,

The mother I have,
The treasure of my heart,
The heroine of my story,
The sun of my sky.

OH, LOVE! by Noemi Capote

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Oh, love!​

Love of soul.

Love of flesh.

I crave both.

Where are you then?

 

Love of all loves,

Grows and fades,

Are you going to come?

Are you going to awake?

 

Beneath your heart and mine,

Lies the truth of our love.

No schemes and no tricks,

Just two working hearts being free.

 

Oh, love!

Love of soul.

Love of flesh.

I crave both.

Which is real then?

 

Real or not,

To love and to be loved.

More than things.

More than lust.

Evolves and transforms,

Through the better and the worst.

 

Oh, love!

Love of soul.

Love of flesh.

I crave both.

What does it take?

 

Each mind has its agendas.

One goes East.

One goes West.

But, it truly really takes,

Two to tango.

Two to care.

Embracement.

Respect.

And many, many games.

 

Oh, love!

Love of soul.

Love of flesh.

I crave both.

I have you then.

 

Love is there inside each heart.

Sometimes it’s good.

Sometimes it’s bad.

Love is right.

Love is wrong.

And what’s meant to be,

Deserves all the work.

 

Oh, love!

Love of soul.

Love of flesh.

I crave of both.

I’m grateful, yes!

 

I want you,

Oh, love of mine.

Now and forever.

Declares my heart.

For love of my soul.

Oh, love of my flesh.

Let’s find each other,

Every single day.

 

Oh, love!​

Love of soul.

Love of flesh.

I crave both.

Where are you then?

 

Love of all loves,

Grows and fades,

Are you going to come?

Are you going to awake?

Beneath your heart and mine,

Lies the truth of our love.

No schemes and no tricks,

Just two working hearts being free.

 

Oh, love!

Love of soul.

Love of flesh.

I crave both.

Which is real then?

 

Real or not,

To love and to be loved.

More than things.

More than lust.

Evolves and transforms,

Through the better and the worst.

 

Oh, love!

Love of soul.

Love of flesh.

I crave both.

What does it take?

 

Each mind has its agendas.

One goes East.

One goes West.

But, it truly really takes,

Two to tango.

Two to care.

Embracement.

Respect.

And many, many games.

 

Oh, love!

Love of soul.

Love of flesh.

I crave both.

I have you then.

 

Love is there inside each heart.

Sometimes it’s good.

Sometimes it’s bad.

Love is right.

Love is wrong.

And what’s meant to be,

Deserves all the work.

 

Oh, love!

Love of soul.

Love of flesh.

I crave of both.

I’m grateful, yes!

 

I want you,

Oh, love of mine.

Now and forever.

Declares my heart.

For love of my soul.

Oh, love of my flesh.

Let’s find each other,

Every single day.

THE WARRIOR by Noemi Capote

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I see the warrior, battling.
Coming and going.
Being confronted and being engaged.
Determined to find a better way.

She suffers.
Oh, she does.
But,
What other choice does the warrior have?
The stories told;
The stories shown;
All part of a collective, massive, and varied gen.
Causing her thoughts to become a grayish game.

That’s why the warrior fights.
She faces the battle that is found in the human life.
She uses her armory to defeat the chains of ache.
Those self-imposed truths,
Which can divert her from her ways.

There goes the warrior,
Constantly finding courage.
Understanding her own chosen faith.
Overcoming all limitations,
To help co-create what suits her best.

She plays the game of mind.
She battles with giant wards.
But, her soul sends the notes,
That she needs, to complete her song.

For this, she turns into practice,
The dark into the light.
Mirrors of each other.
She understands, we all are.

I see the warrior,
And she carries heavy duties;
Sometimes she feels enthusiastic,
Other times she faces disasters.

Being influenced by the fear in life,
Never letting it define her own art.
Facing ups.
Facing downs.
The warrior stands strong,
For she knows the power she owns.

But sometimes,
The warrior reaches the edge of her efforts.
She feels tired.
She feels lost.
But help is always knocking at her door.

The warrior is imperfect,
And she is fine with that.
For redemption is what she seeks.
Not ideals that could cause her fight to cease.

The warrior has many scars.
And they remind her of the pain of the past.
Here and now she declares,
To repeat what works best,
And to vanish that which causes her oh, so much stress.

The warrior is ready;
Oh, she is.
Ready to love life;
Ready to take flight.

I see the warrior,
I see you.
The journey never ends,
And this, you know very well.

But, oh, warrior be reminded
That rest is necessary.

Go on and rest.
To clear your skies,
And when you are ready,
Get up and continue the fight.

FREE by Noemi Capote

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Another year.

Another day.

Are we still searching for a better way?

We see the suffering.

We face the pain.

How much of it

Would we continue to take?

There is a need to become aware,

Of the damage that can cause

Our lives to derail.

We want to be brave.

We want to find wealth.

We wish to exist,

Free of pain

Free of blame.

It’s in our minds,

Our thoughts are there,

Filling our hearts with frightful fates.

But, why is this?

How can it stop?

Should life be joyous?

Or should it be distraught?

No one’s to blame,

As the Angels would say.

The roots of our knowledge,

That we receive from them.

But there comes a time,

When we must face,

The darkness and lightness,

That’s found in all ways.

Just one choice.

A decision to make.

What would we do,

If we knew best?

We search for a change.

We crave to be brave.

We want to be out,

Of the chains and constraints,

Of everything that condemns our souls in vain.

We look around and find such tools,

Those that can help the human find truth.

Go meditate.

Do Yoga as well.

Awaken the mind.

Oh, empower yourself!

But where can we find

The key to the door,

The one that will free us

From the decoys of the world?

In our hearts,

There, indeed.

In the mind, where we can see.

In our bodies, where we exist.

Find it all, let’s be free.

Just be free.