Editor's Note: These are poems Frank wrote and pictures he drew in a journal long before he died. Buck would like to thank Malinda for letting us borrow the book, Scott for letting us know of its existence and Dave for help on the very first word.

 

Poems

By

Frank Dominguez Jr.

March 15, 1971 – January 25, 1998

 

 

 

 

 

Here wild child rest your fair hair on my shoulder bare.

People pass by us as faint with fury wandering in confusion dazed

and weary.

Show me beyond a shadow of a doubt,

there is no skepticism there is no clout

for people and fire were born as one.

touching feeling as warm as the sun

Hay lady talk to me?

What’s going through your mind.

Are you wondering if someone’s in there;

Is there any one to find?

You were Melenda when you were born will be Melenda when

you die.

Every time your hurt I here the angels sigh.

It’s hard to love someone and feel all alone; but its ok lady

It’s time to come home

Fell your soul and hurt inside.

You were always there you never died.

I know at times you sat and cried;

feeling there was nothing you could do your hands were tied.

But come to grips and hold out your hand.

reaching for an endless strain.

You’ll find there’s love hope and desire

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A heart of a man is measured by his emotions

Thrown into life but never causing a commotion.

Driven by his heart there is only devotion.

So many to choose but, only one he wants.

There in the cellar of his mind she still haunts.

 

Steel is as cold as ice, but who cares.

Death is as black as night, but who fears

A mother cries but, who hears

A room full of eyes filled with tears

The end of the eulogy must be near.

All I see is a room full of his peers.

 

Scratch against wood, head on the door waiting to be let out

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who holds the key to salvation as people drink wine.

Playing games with the enigmas in our mind.

 

How can you stand to sit in that chair;

Watching death and never care?

Watching the countless deaths as they grow.

What do you do with all that power?

Watching us in endless do war,

but your sanity must be kept just because all are minds asleep.

Hatred grows between our nations sitting there damning criticism

you love your children

you never fear you must really care ‘cause I’m still here;

so within my heart and your book close near I’ll walk the earth and never fear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The clear blue sky meets the horizon like the edge of a pendulum a

razor’s cut along the endless sea.

For when days end feels your heart and mind all prejudice is clear.

And you remember who you were.

Like shadows that pass behind your back

 

How I love you but you’ll never know

some things are best untold,

The fact remains there is no truth and chivalry is dead

just thinking [about] each scenario playing games in my head

I’m so close I’m always there but I know you don’t care as if I’m

never there but that’s okay that’s the way I want it.

It’s better to be quiet than to cause any shit because when you

throw a rock in still waters it causes a ripple and right now I don’t need my problems to triple

So for right now I say I love you and leave it at that because

-still waters run deep-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who are friends?

Friends are like islands in an endless sea;

as we travel the uncharted seas

looking for something that we don’t know.

The islands give us a place to rest;

. . . from the insanity of the sea.

 

I fell up, fell down;

only in circles can my head be deranged

the power of thought the power to move mountains the power of peace

but does anyone really know the way in or out

people walk around like power tripper angels looking for horns.

Full intersectional bodies forgoing foal like curtains on a stage

frothing beaches on a endless sea mounting crickets with silver bridles torn from a magazine.

How tension filled bombs crash on our heads like ants falling from

the sky and only will the power bring us down.

Shoving the horizon into our skulls where we lie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black & White

Black as night, but never in sight,

White as day we all must be gay?

For ignorance has found its way

 

Can you come a little closer I can’t see your face;

racism, prostitution, sodomy.

Ah I see you now, "The human race"

 

All alone no one to hear;

feeling deceit set in the no state of sleep.

Walking through life alone and aloft.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A sanctuary to put out the fire.

For love is found within and,

not loving yourself is the greatest sin.

I see you at night I see your plight

It eats you up like a parasite.

I know now you fill [like] there’s no one there

You say to yourself "this isn’t fair"

So you look for anyone who’ll care find yourself a teddy bear.

They’re all just shadows on a concrete wall;

if you don’t look back you’ll never fall.

Melenda, look toward the sun; that’s who you are

a majestic life force a shining star

So don’t worry be happy, because

that’s who you are, you’ve gone through too

much shit to come this far.

I don’t know if this makes sense I like

you for who you are; no one can

ever contend.

Sincerely yours

Just a friend

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s someone I want to write about.

Who’s close and very near.

A girl with a child’s innocence and shows no fear.

She has nothing to hide you can read her pages like a open book.

Even though her patience is a little book

She seems to be happy and she wears a big smile

 

Feverish night filled with delight,

killed by single tear

To set it right would be out of sight,

but the walls are dripping fear.

Unsettled by confusion.

My life is a desolation

so the end must be near.

I pull back the trigger because

I’m nobody’s nigger.

I cry but no buddy hears.

Now there’s no more

Me I’ve been set free.

The end of insanity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scene’s from a movie shown through the naked eye.

The power changes aloft in the vast blue sky.

Somewhere, in a cold dark alley an old man dies.

Responsibility is dropped from man to man;

Never caring because it’s not a part of his master plan.

As he flies through the sky with no feel to land. Who

Well teach our children

They’re filled with joy and hope.

But all we do is stick a needle in them

and fill them up with dope.

No one cares about my mother.

They think she’s just a joke.

But without her love and beauty we’re

All just fucking broke.

So who cares not me.

Because as long as I don’t

Look around I’ll always be free.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Help me fall I’m not a doll

Even though I may look ten feet tall

I cry at night [try with everything I got]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t understand myself

I tell myself I don’t care at all but every

Time I think of her.

It drives me up the wall. Frustration and

Confusion the power of delusion is tearing

away at my mind.

I want to fuck her.

Or maybe nip and tuck her.

Who knows which is which.

I’ll end it near before

I start to tear, like my heart on a lance

because when I look down my hands are in my pants.

[Buck: Ever the Renaissance man. Huh?]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How confusing it must be, trying to be me.

Showing every one that I’m soiled not undone.

A shrug of silence ingested by violence peers right back at me.

For fear is the immortal lamb,

then wounded I must be,

because the lion smells the blood in the air. So I’ll

Just pretend I just don’t care.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your outer beauty is astonishing

You look so cute you’re beautiful

Long black hair like strands from a horse’s mane.

Your cute little nose

Interesting tones fills my quivering...

 

Horizons filled majestic play a dawning of another day.

Laughing jester’s power trip; his cold careless cackling

drip fills me with a sea of drought;

throbbing like a human heart who understands my childhood deaden because I am a human being

 

Find fair hair and gentle wind silken black eternal beauty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey girl tell my why you won’t talk

to me say the thing you want to

Say its o.k. I think of you all

The time I love you but I know

You won’t want me you like

Different guys but I’d treat

You better than thirty

I think your the most gorgeous

Girl you’re pretty but its

more than that you like the

same things I do

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well finally I didn’t think I would

Ever write you again, but here it goes?

I don’t know why I can’t talk to you its

hard for me.

I think you’re a very special girl.

But every time I talk to you

I end up saying nothing of too much

importance

I’m not like that.

I’ve been through a lot of rough times.

The woman I married I loved very

much and it took

A long time to come to grips that it was

over.

Know whenever I get too close to

someone I push them back

I’m afraid but I can’t get you out of my

mind.

 

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