TRISTE PESADILLA

La realidad es triste pesadilla.
Se levanta con la lampara sol
Y regresa a la noche huye
No quiere saber nada de lo de hoy.
Prefiere descanso y alivio
Mientras existas yo te querre mas
que podrias imaginarte aun
aunque es muy triste, valdra penas
o Sea las matanzas costaran creer.
No las aceptariamos entre nos
Y porque porque porque los matan?
Porque sera que se hunden el poder
Y ya no alcanzan escape, pues,
Lo seguiran haciendo, brutales pues.

TREE ARBOR

The sounds of the morning are muted.

I hear what sounds like air turn to raindrops.

There is a symphony in the soundtrack.

It plays my favorite music the tree bough.

There is a world within the world, all knows,

Of many-colored rhythms in the spring

It mirrors as a forest casts shadows.

That it is aware of itself it knows

What beauty without limit would answer.

By words, “beauty, come forward” grows closer

leaf blooming palms eternally travels

the world it crosses crosses it ever

Rooted with restlessness stored in its feet

with heaven in its heart  arms of the tree.



TREE ARBOL

SOL DE SEDA

En la distancia de la ausencia

y verde el arbol se imagina

ancho y largo su oja escucha

las flores de sus ramas expone

su sincero entrego me inspira

al todo entero de su vida

el elemento de llama esculta

apaga el sol de sus consecuencias

la estrella elabora su obra

la acaricia de la mano mansa

mientras el petalo su fuerza da

estremecida en detalles

hechas de carne de luz molida

formadas su esqueleto en seda

CHILDREN OF CHE

It doesn’t help to love you Che Guevara

Look at me, dead in my twenties!, so what’s new?

Ask every generation for martyrs, then what?

Bask in the righteousness of being a critic?

OR dance with the dance with the devil himself?

WHat are the chances that No One is right?

That everyone’s Wrong for Good Reasons in fact

Yet whose are these voices that ring with such Zeal?

We are not animals yet we go Wild

With Lust Mad Adventure Forced Suicides

Then for what Purpose is Youth but to Die?

A thousand times every year in Childhood?

I don’t konw what to do with the Lawful

Whose Only Fat chance has come to be Bestial

SPIRIT OF THE WORD FORCE

Forceful for there was a Spirit within

It contained more or less everything

that ever mattered or meant what it meant

as to write within a dream of a poem

putting to words what’s not easily said

for a place of new beginnings awaits

where beauty of images and rhymes dawn

almighty was love, love was almighty

which brought out the miracles of being

such as you, here, today, my friend

you are to me what eternity time

as you appear in these words as my eyes

with your head slightly lowered and neck turned

on the words of the same force and purpose

Langston and the Law

And speaking of Langston I come to see

the sardonic absence that derisive

becomes lighthardened ascends from a vise

mutually exclusive hearts come to be

There is no love for a brother of verse

“I Can’t Breathe,” … won’t you let me go for once

Stop harassing me it’s so tedious

Get over to the sidewalk discussion

What do you have against me let’s be clear

I don’t have a Gun.  Don’t shoot. I can’t breathe

I wonder what you would have said and felt

--I come to tell you of the horror you hear

The dance of the law is a pirouette

Of Life and Death Changes don’t you forget it

ROAD MOST TRAVELED

I took the road most traveled to  the  stars

I watched through morning’s lenses over more

As sunlight from the heather’s cadence flows

To live in light is all my soul’ cares for

Of Darkness yet I know I still  have more

Perception is but half the power’s pull

To answer to its call and seek its cure

I want to live my life in nature’s care.

For Certain grains of heaven fall to shore

Beauty in an hourglass for minutes

That Spread across the speckle earth  the glow

Each and every large or small detail

I would walk the common way and go by foot

And wander never ever from its course

YOUNG EULOGY

Dead men naked they shall be one, they shall rise again! D.T.

Young in the undertow, strong and certain,

the dense earth recoils within its core

as between the present day and hour

over the soft shores rippled waves return

and power of the creation fire coursed

fused to a stem as  flowers that grow

and parted pain from sorrow when as it flowed

lit in its wick by a flame- lightning force

so gains a purpose the soul a life source

bends toward its origin goes over

to the union of a wholeness, reverts

as death brought together so ominous

love gives no escape at that departure

but honors in its passage its fervor