D. Muniz is a young man from Spain who attended our Poet’s Pub Night on February 24. His quote for the occasion was “I’ll make my existence into art”. The theme for the night was Love Letters.


Many times a temple has trembled
When a god wreaks havoc on it.
A shrine so beautiful,
A chapel so pure.

And when you go inside
You can’t help but see the marks
That the building is in ruins
Yearning for someone to rebuild it.

Oh, who has ever seen an angel
Walk into a temple unarmed
Because for the first time
They loved human creation?

And when the doors open
They creak and crumble,
And when I step inside
The other angels cry.

They beg for their life,
They want to save the temple,
But a deity will not always listen
No matter how faithful we are.

And I run my hands
Through the cracks in the stone,
A shrine in white and gold,
Calls for me.

And I run through the pillars
Set in polished marble
Shining as you are,
Light as you are beautiful.

And when I kneel in the shrine
I can hear the God,
Calling my name,
Calling my name.

This temple is not my home
For home is not a place I feel safe in.
In home I am vulnerable,
I am weak.

In a temple I am able to pray
And you will protect me
As much as I do.
Veneration is truly safe.

And I remember asking you
“why do you do this to your own?
Why must you hurt this way?”
Oh, how naïve of me.

You break your own temple
Because you feel trapped in it
It might be beautiful
But it does not have your beauty.

Because when I touch the gold
In the sculptured shrine,
And I hear your voice
Resonate in my mind.

I finally comprehend
The deity has more to them,
Than in here I see.
Oh how sad it becomes.

But if I could extend my wings,
If I could surround it with them.
If I could shine a light
Powerful with my halo.

I would vow to rebuild,
I would vow to venerate,
I would vow to stay the nights,
Taking care of it.

For the temple is your body
And the deity is your mind.
The angels your wishes
And the demons your fears.

For the cracks are your scars
And the marble your skin,
And gold your beauty
And the stone your will.

I will make you into the greatest deity this world has seen.
The prettiest temple you’ve become to me.



This next poem is one I created for the evening.

A Tribute to Poet’s Pub Night
(Held the last Monday of every month at the Cornerstone Taphouse)

I have been on the front lines
In this battle for my mind.
I have taken the best my enemy has to offer,
The angst, the stress, the strain,
The desire to be something I am not.

I have bonded my mind with my inner self,
And I have aligned myself with my fellow poets.
We have once again emerged victorious.
I now have the will
To be the person I am.

And the world is suddenly a better place.
I see the stars at night and the sun in the day,
And the light invades the darkness
So that the shadows are just friendly reminders
That my body is strolling down a path of ecstasy.

When the night comes the shadows disappear
And I reach out to the fellowship of poets
To share an evening of passion,
A promise we give to each other
To fill this world with hope and love.