Illuminated True Colors

You’ve taught me
I’m undeserving of
Being loved
For who I am inside

You unraveled
Became a hard lesson
A season
Passing painfully inside

You’ve shown me
The true colors
Of those who appear
To be angels sent

Then they’re so demonic
And so impure
Your wings were winded
Then you became absent

You sought me
For all I’m made of
To never return love
But I should not
Have had expectations

You found me
But uncovering you
Falling into you
Lost me
In devastating confusion

You’ve illuminated
True colors
Of heavenly creatures
Allegedly sent

But you’ve abandoned me
Because you’re impure
I winded your wings
You were swiftly absent

There are still
Misunderstandings
There are still
Unanswered questions
You claim to have vanished for me
A supposedly
Selfless abandonment

If the others
Remained silent
If you listened
To your sad heart
You’d hear
You’re not in confinement
You’d hear me
Wherever you are

But I already know
Your true colors
You’re no angel sent
You’re self-absorbed
You’re impure
I hope you go far
With newly winded wings
How do you feel
When you’ve made me
Forever absent?

Angel Mannequin

“Angel Mannaquein”

By Daniel Garcia


A man

Who loves men

Can love a woman

And sometimes forget things

Like he was first captured

By this stunning lady

In a mad house

And how it might be ugly

That she is certifiably mad


Yet we’ve synergy

We’ve sparkling chemistry

First because we could

Carry one another,

Understanding

With the last strand

Of our cores 

Intertwined

By our madness


Then the spells unraveled

Holding her captive

And I couldn’t reach her

When her well

Made me her feel safe

And I felt like I dangled

Without landing

Beside the one heart

Fractured like my own 


But the glisten

The radiance

Were forced 

Like an angel 

That was truly a Mannaquein 

With only limbs 

For the colors

That camouflaged convincingly

Her insatiable, endless indulgence

In the Hell

She independently produced,

When I was raised

With a passive obsession 

With Heaven


The angel Mannaquein 

Took exquisite pictures

Casting a spell,

Reviving prospects

For humbled visual art.

She said I had an eye

Her speaking from her grandiose flair

Melted my self-love


She embraced suicide

And killed her own spirit

She was faithless

Void of fervor

And emptied of concern

For how I desperately 

Needed her touch

When my instability 

Is too loud

For my weak mind


How can Hell

Bring me yet one more victim

In the manifestation

Of one of Heaven’s 

Warmest angels?


A gay man discovers his lady

Is too tortured to love him,

Like Heaven refuses 

To complete the skies.

Suddenly he knows precisely

A heart broken

In God’s image.





Star of Love (poetry & gay photography)

“Star of Love”


I want to be a star of love

But I don’t believe a man

Man’s betrayal has been enough

More than I cared to understand


I want to make mama proud

But I failed as a strong man

Mama’s words were haunting and loud

As poetic as my soul’s quicksand


I want to be a star of love

But fell from a starry night

I’m no thought no one thinks of

Men have prayed to keep me out of sight 


I want to breathe in a place of faith

But fell from humanity’s grace

My jokes may never be too late

But melancholia blemishes my face


And if I were a star of love

I’d be special 

So undeniable

And for the first time I could think of

There’d be universal agreement

That I’m loveable


And if I made mama proud

I’d have my reason to exist 

And like the last joy I knew of

Her depleted heart would be full of bliss.