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Friday, June 16, 2017

eagle eye

see me and see you,
we are one
we are not two
you are me and me, you

for a moment stay quiet
and listen to the silence
if you close your eyes 
you'll see the vibrations

be witness to your breath
listen to your heart, listen to mine
for in our surroundings
we are one

i am the eagle soaring
and i tilt my crown and look
down onto and atops of trees
upon the faces of mountains
and the flow of the rivers
running into the seas

the golden warm eye watches me
then turns crimson before it rests
upon the edge of my Earthly abode
pulls a blanket of darkness over it
and then flicks on pinpricks of
lights onto and upon my sky as they
twinkle around the moon, the night
watchman’s eye

i stop to rest my wings.
unfurl my talons onto my nest
and then reflect upon my flight
where my dreams are of the tops
of trees, the mountain faces
and the flow of streams

from their rest, my eyes will open
once again to revisit another day’s 
sojourn as i spread and flap sinuously
my wings to dust off the stiffness and
yet salvage the soaring memories
caught in the web of my feathered
dream catchers

i twist, to and fro my crown to
stretch and loosen, ready to soar
so that i may create more dreams
and i tickle my spine up on the hanging 
puffs of cottons from a blanket of an 
azure sky riding the heavenly wind
until another day's end 

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

love's value love's worth

hate and violence, i disdain.
love, i cherish but to what end
does its value diminish
when the object of it departs

love, when shared and reciprocated
by another's heart has great worth
but when death devours it, it leaves
the untenable toll of dearth

the sun rays kiss the flower by day
at night it hides away and the
pedals sleep in the dark and dew
as if there never was the two

when the tree sings with the wind
rustles about the notes in Spring
yet when an angry storm comes
uproots it, wherefore, their song

aesthetics captured by mine eyes and
no longer present my heart can’t find
a love once there, now dissipated
into another journey another time

so what value is love if it avails itself
to this void, filled of anguish and of pain,
does the soul truly remember its worth
when so cruelly departing of this Earth?


*a purging/catharsis; tragically lost a friend a week ago, she was way too young left behind two
  todlers: very tragically lost an aquaintance two days ago way too young, he has two young'ns:
  yesterday morning lost a good friend to cancer, I hope she left without pain

Sunday, June 4, 2017

night's onyx eyes

and so i stare into the black onyx eyes
on the face of night as i peer outside my
window. the night stares back at me,
dark and cold through my window pane,
i cannot sleep and so i do vigilance upon
the darkness of its face wondering if it
is as lonely as it seems in the cold sunless
sky out there?

a tiny light looks down upon me from
high above and i wonder if it can see
me from that distance the way i see it.
i stand here on this large earthen rock
floating amidst a black space we call a
universe and I, being but a tiny microbe, 
for does this twinkle of an eye see me
and recognize my vibration, my soul?

and when i, dressed in this incarnate temporal 
attire, no longer am i he who stares out onto this
sea of darkness for my soul has journeyed on
joining the universal spirit where all of life goes, that
which came before me and all that will come after,
and now i reside as this dark face that stares back
in through the window into the face looking out. 

will i recognize the face staring out into my onyx eyes?

Thursday, June 1, 2017

mi amor

if my legs could not walk  
the wildflowers waving in the wind
rivers and streams, the forest
mountains and seas would only from
a distance exist for me

if mine eyes could not see
the azure sky with cotton clouds,
reds, purples, yellow of foliage, 
yellow gold of mornings, crimson dusk
dark of night with twinkling stars

if mine ears could not hear
the rustling of trees squirrels wrestling in them
or the wind whistling at the short dress of spring
cardinals and sparrows, robins and starlings
the screech of hawks and eagles, howl of the wolf

if i could not smell the lovely waft
of the persimmon and rose, the sassafras
and mint, pine of conifers and the lilac
that kindly soothes in through our open
window pain as we sit in each other’s embrace

if all of this i did not have
my heart would still beat with desire
for my lips to taste the warmth of yours
and a smile would still evince upon my face
for this, the love i have runs deep within
my soul with yours till the end    



*although thirty years together, my lovely wife and i celebrate today our tenth wedding anniversary.
  i wrote this for her this morning.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

heavenly dreams

the indigo face of the sky
with its powdered cheeks of white
gives way to the gold and yellow
of the Sun’s warm smile

and the wind's breath is barely felt
for the tree will have none of it, standing 
still listening to the Cardinal and whilst 
at its rooted feet, a child sits with mommy

softly the child asks …”mommy what kind of
flower is that…”mama says “,that’s a lily”
and the child asks “Mama, and that one”
…”that’s an iris”…” how about that one, Mommy”
…”Oh, that is a purple tulip” and the child asks
“ Oh, mommy look at that one it’s beautiful, what
Is the name of that one”, mommy restlessly says
“ that’s a poppy that will help us dream” and child
says…” they look so much alike, do they know
their names”? …mama with a smile says…”I don’t
think they do my little one, we name them
so that we know which one is which but they know
we appreciate their beauty”, and the
child then asks …”does this tree know that we’re
lying here”…mama, ”oh yes”…” where did daddy go”
child looks up at mommy… and with a solemn
breath and a discreet tear, mama whispers in her
ear…” daddy had to go to Heaven and talk to
God and ask Her if we can come and visit”…
“do they have lilies and tulips and iris there, mommy”
“Oh yes my child”, mama somberly attests…” they have
beautiful ones there, my child .” when will daddy tell
us what God said, mommy”…“daddy will tell us if we
close our eyes and lay down here quietly and let him
speak through our dreams”

a soft wind begins to blow on the denuded stems of the
lily, the tulip, the iris and the poppies as they sway to
and fro and the tree looks down to witness their sleep
and the indigo sky reflects on their skin as the warmth
of the Sun’s kiss begins to cool on them as the pedals
of the flowers grow inside their bellies

the noir of the night with the twinkle in the eyes of stars
and the wink of the moon say goodnight to the resting Sun
and to mommy and child who lay at the rooted feet
of the tree watching over them as they dream their
heavenly dreams

Friday, May 5, 2017

silence cloaked in Love

my heart breaks in pieces
when she pushes me away
not physically but in silence
if I ask…how are you doing?
‘…I’m fine, leave me alone’

i know love has many faces
yet still, they reflect a common one
and when Love reaches out
and not reciprocated in the same
confusion entangles it, disheartened

she walks around in anguish
not knowing of her body’s infirmity
what it’s saying, what it’s doing
but her mind avails itself to withdraw
and silence cloaks her

in me, pain is real inside the heart
it projects of being disheartened
by her silence in an otherwise
noise filled day and so a query ensues
…why Love? you should not have 'disdain'

and as i walk away i'm filled with a vacuous feeling
feeling and a helplessness bathes me, a frustration
sets in from obfuscation where i thought
our Love is one of being; a giving and sharing
throughout our intertwined path in this sojourn

my heart tries to understand her selfless
an intent of distancing me, her partner, from 
that darkness, the anguish, the pain inside her 
but is not the very nature of these what feeds 
and nourishes the belly of Love?

…let me bleed upon you, papyrus and pen,
let my tears soak your dress in solemnity
for this purges my anguish my pain and in
this catharsis i gain as i walk beside her
in her silence yet cloaked with my Love 

Thursday, April 27, 2017

the stars last night

the stars last night rendered
melancholy, sadness, joy, a smile.
gathered nostalgia gathered dreams
and reveries assembled the souls
that share, under them, the night

a cool crisp April breeze hovered
whilst the energy left behind in the
absence of the Sun, yet, still watching
from the other side of the hem
on Earth’s horizon, awaiting

those whose eyes no longer see
this Night’s renderings for they
now sleep underneath the blanket
of eternity on the Universe’s bed
witness something grander

sooner rather than later, to join you,
the fear of my departure from this,
the mundane no longer resides within
for i have walked my path in my sojourn
and like all things, i await my leave

i thank the Stars, the Moon, the Sun
the Wind, the Seas, the Eagle and the Wolf
i thank the spirit of Earth and Nature’s breath
for sharing their wisdom, explaining  of Love
when my days seemed futile and deprived.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

entropy enmity for life

‘…suddenly, there came a rapping,
tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
t’is it was and nothing more…’

…you have come and tapped so often at my door
and I have but put my ear to it, soon I will
come and open it…

is it sadness and entropy that engenders such
enmity for life or might it be enthusiastic anticipation
upon the entering a blissful transcendence?


For Magaly Guerrero: imaginary garden with real toads/Twitter Me a Gothic Poem

sharing Spring

a Gander, mama and two goslings
stop by to visit in the mornings now,
two fortnights passing

i will hang sugar water rest stops
for the avian scurrying hummingbirds
to siphon out like fuel until next stop

at dusk, the sun waves, ‘nighty-night’,
with its crimson fingers to lie down
and rest its diurnal warm attire

then come twinkling those gleeful
diamonds of the night sky to dance
around the watchful smiling moon

the wafts of blooming buds fill the air
as the wind gently tickles them to rise
and gather onto the hem of Spring’s dress

i’m grateful for how many of these mornings 
i have witnessed that so many have not had the
privilege, so with our transcendent souls,
i share all this

Saturday, April 8, 2017

my soul to take

what did her little body do
her soul asked
taken so abruptly so violently

don’t cry, papi, daddy
i now soar with the soul
of the Universe, at peace

it is you, whose body
must witness and suffer
the pangs of war

it is you who must
run and hide from those
who wish you harm

there are no tears
where I now reside
only smiles awaiting you

for all of you who saw
my limp and lifeless body
i need it no longer

do not lament for me
speak of kindness and truth
only this can garner
Peace and love

Friday, March 24, 2017

vestige in our souls

when gray clouds entangle
the fingers of the Sun
and the wind is angered
separating the petals on flowers
the leaves on trees
birds stay perched on limbs
and critters take cover
a portentousness, amidst

my breath is shallow
the beat of my heart hastens
there’s a beading sweat on my brow
an angst derives in the silence
of my mind not by choice but by
obfuscation of morning’s quiet,
the day’s beginning

wherefore, does this come
what is this that offends my soul
that the universal spirit decries
in the dissonance of harmony
where even commonality is possible
in the flailing of chaos and an
odiousness evinces via an ominous face

i am, we are, witness to this at present by
an insidiousness of vitriol and vile hatred
having been enabled by the demons of
money and power, taking our hearts and
our souls into a cavern of dismay where
but a  morsel of hope is left that somehow
all this will go away

helplessness, though, is not our makeup
this is when we turn up our music and sing
our songs, when we paint our pictures
and write our poetry and prose to garner
and feed our creativity and not let this 
be taken from us for it is this, our
last vestige of armor, that will protect
us and defeat our foe


Saturday, February 18, 2017

My heart is broken

I post this, my voice, for those who
know me, and those who are
protesting in harms way. Although I have
been a citizen of the U.S.A. now for
forty years, I still feel a discomfort.
I still feel the angst that surrounds
our every day existence because of the  
hate and overt vitriol against my ethnicity
and people of color. The unfair distribution and
application of community standards are being
amplified with prejudice. I carry with me, in my
car a copy of my citizenship papers. Many
innocent lives will and have already been
disrupted. Does ‘America’ still have
a heart? Does Lady Liberty still welcome,
still embrace? 

In the last couple of days I’ve seen a
mother extricated from her children, in front
of them. A son removed from his home
in front of his dad and family. In both cases
they were ‘dreamers’ or at least non-criminal
individuals that had been given assurances
by our government that they would be okay if
they maintained a good citizenship. This promise
was distressingly broken by ‘our’ government

His face, the son's, is my face. Her face, the mother's,
is my sister’s face. He looks like I did at his age. 
She like my sister. In their lives there was innocence 
and joy with thoughts of a ‘dream’ being within his 
and her grasp, now not to be, never to be witnessed.
Before this interruption, disruption, his and her faces,
Reflected unquestionable characterized mannerisms
of longing to be accepted by others, by America.
Accepted by even those who would feign a smile
The smiles would come with duplicitous sneers
of rejection along with that all too evident
disdain and prejudice just because of a
bias toward a different tone in skin color,
the black hair and the misunderstood language.
The attempt to assimilate has been made problematic
and challenging brought forth by the country,
the society they, we have so wanted to be a part of, 
wanted to love and be loved. Obstacles after obstacles 
have been placed before them, before us. A no longer
welcoming, embracing society.

Now, the evil representation of this government
with the evil one at the helm dictating the fascist agenda
has come to disrupt their worlds, my world.
They have violently extracted them and my, along
with many other hearts and souls from their mundane
normal of comfort while many others around are unaffected  
by this intrusion upon of their normal daily experience and
without the moment to moment fear, day and night
of being separated from brother, and sister, father and mother,
friends, neighbors...from life.

I know that there are some who are empathetic
but they battle their own personal unresolved  
attitudes compartmentalized that have been insidiously
inculcated in them as a result of a continuum of
bombardment with misinformation and demonization
of people based on ethnicities and nationalities yet the 
Latino face seems to be the one that has been posterized
as being representative of an ‘illegal’. One who has ‘dangerously’
and supposedly come to America, ‘illegally’, to rob you
and others of their riches and jobs. This having been,
subconsciously, implanted although, ill-conceived,

Those with still some compassion understand and
feel the disruption of life that has been taking place yet
they flail about not knowing what to do, how to respond
and support a fair resolution. All the while, the Latino 
victims and their families continue shaking in fear in
unceasing exhaustion from the sleepless nights. 
They are filling churches as their only temporary reprieve
from this Hell, while others, not so lucky, lay alone in a cold,
windowless cage, where the smell of iron-raw steel bars
is ever present and wailing cries are heard coming
from other containing cells of other children and mothers,
fathers and brothers, awaiting their destiny.

Welcome to America? 

Thursday, February 9, 2017

will i remember this

if i’m not here tomorrow
no longer of this earthen bound
and i am left here wondering,
pondering

will the air i now breath,
the waft of lilac and the
vision of yellow color pedals
on a sunflower

will i in my next journey
remember the breath of this air,
recall the colors my eyes now
behold of flowers before me?

the whisperings of trees,
running of the streams,
the songs of my avian friends
and howling of crying wolves

my lips sipping on wine
sating my imbibing desire
the taste of strawberries
dipped in cream
    
and the sentience of my being as
my arms embrace my dear with love
while our hearts flutter in sync
both from smiles and from tears

i wish to remember all this
as i’m cast into this journey’s
end and my soul ascends to meet
with others onto another universe,
a transcending wind

Thursday, February 2, 2017

kindly embrace

be witness to thy gatherings
nurture and embrace their value
for it is they who make thee
whether joy or laments
both being the attire of one’s ware

for if and when the sun rises
after a dismissive moon of sleep
the garden of thy pickings
shall be where one plays
and thus one's nutriment 

be giving and be kind for this
is what provides the sweetness
of the day and gives comfort to thy
pillow where the head rests at night
and one’s dreams shall be of joy

this life is but a pathway of where
the soul shall ultimately reside
and it will remember the gatherings
of one’s embrace, the path one took
while playing in its garden

and so too, the universal spirit
shall reward thee with the infinity
of riches made only from the best
of all that came before thee
and all that will come after

Thursday, January 12, 2017

a lonely heart

i feel vulnerable
like a daffodil in the wind
a ripple in an ocean’s wave
an unrequited heart

the day begins
with the Sun’s piercing eye
and the cotton curtains
swaying, swaying
in the sky

like Bambi alone in the woods
or a single wolf’s howl
nor caws or chirps heard
amidst trees in the forest
can fill this empty space

tears have gathered
to soothe my lonely heart
although love tapped me
on my shoulder, we now
have grown apart

hear my susurrus cry
muffle the pain inside
oh please, peace and calm
embrace my aching heart
let not her soul depart