Wednesday, October 21, 2015

FOR ALISE: HERMANA, SISTER

For Alise  (Hermana , Sister)

A sister is a story and a song.
She sings alive as memory is strong.
Of things that only she and I would know.
For she is everything I am but more.

She is the only one I have of her.
Unlike ordinary people, my star,
A light so bright it shoots across the world.
Very much about us is as old

Though moon and sun would shine for anyone
To love as I love my sister, no one-
As the greatest and the smallest agree
She is the steadfast heartbeat within me.

The way that every person has a soul
The spirit of my sister is my own.

Monday, July 20, 2015

Marti, Dario, Arthur, Tennyson

Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.


Marti and Dario enter the poem.
Father and Child, the kite string unstrung.
Blue as the firmament on which they form
From reeds of the wind, fire from the sun
Weave the golden pestles in silk thread foam
Driving toward the precipice in its dawn
The fall that never happened withheld none.

Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.



--"Come to me Stallion Muse Hero Son,"

"I do not write from a bed of roses."

"My verses twist and ignite into flames."





sources:
L.A. Tennyson "In Memorium" 
http://www.online-literature.com/tennyson/718/

Marti, Obras

Dario, "To Roosevelt"




Thursday, July 9, 2015

Night Bows Beneath the Stars

Night returning bows beneath the starlight.
Grows to enrapture the sun’s departure.
Its journey proceeds meanwhile curtains
close by degrees of shadow retrieval.
Draped across the window veils of silk
Is the sky itself and its great power
To magnify everything by its glow
A fire within the flame’s open heart.
Platter of heaven, elaborate art,
Placed on the Temple altar of mercy
Truth is the source of all mystery
It flexes at the start of the evening.


As though a dream beginning to happen.

Monday, July 6, 2015

Deus Asterisk

Of silence in the Asterisks of Emily
or parchments sung to Wind alone
nor Audience but Echoes of a Homily.
to Bless with Love’s Outrage and its song.
disrupted from the Easements noted stars
dashes and the culminating Arches
Nebulae on the Iris of the Heavens
Tail of a dorsal Fin and Gale
Wind of every Warrior’s Greetings.
To War for every Righteous Reasoning.
To Stop the Hand that Strikes the Clock to Ruin.
The Sapphic is an Eleventh Hour
Sonnet though a Sonneteer she Wasn’t.
Though Antecedent Island baked with Love.
In Medias Rex Deus Machina Dove

Details of the Petal's Form

the details of the petal’s form
are greater than the sun’s even pattern
where in the peril of beautiful turn
the crown is of its crowning a poem
a construction over something unknown
that lives as a power achieved in a bloom
the scissors of a skill carved to blossoms
from nothing but air, seed, water, and earth
Source of a power of life over art
so art is freer and starts with constraints
or breaking from rules to whatever waits
by word a rose has no name as flowery
but that one which consists of harmony

the whole earth as a gentle sine qua non

Just Before the Morning Wakes up the Day

Just before the morning wakes up the day
I have thought of every second what to say
As dawn to which a thought can be compared
And it brings fortune sunlight to the years
Darkness will return again is certain
Wander and encroach by innate pattern
Stoked by rail failure or betrayal


To Hear what private wisdom knows to tell
Of Silence in the silence overwhelmed
Remained and as a constant came to fall
Along the ridges of experience


Creation dividing heaven and hell
The clocks of all time with their hands held still
Break through to reach for Morning’s golden wheel.


on the thread of a moment its angle
suspended over the sieve of the flow
where time takes its substance from reservoir
silent and still, the volume is equal


harmony believes a flower grows crown
from underneath the arches of the sun
and sun-like that it lives it lives to sew
hems from every petal’s face and sinew


water that is author of the stylus
eye of every violet ultra fine stems
that grow as grow invisible to time
imitating aspens for their forage.


A bird comes to mind by  power of word
a song for every sound to sing the hour


falling from the branches where the bird stands
its gentle pulsing song drums on the leaves
the branches form an auditorium
the trunk becomes a flute played on the keys
that wood and wind and delicate pestles

blend from dustless sparkles sounds of beauty.

BALCONY OF LOVE BALCON DEL AMOR FAMILIAR

the stucco wall, iron lattice, and day              la pared, el hierro cerco, el dia
concentrate at angles glowing with glaze      niden en aspectos brillo y glace
a sparkle of cement a rusty gate                    la chispa granita y puerta sellada
the way the window magnifies the light         grandeza la luz en la ventana



the presence in the mind of its full weight           su signficado y constancia peso
at once love and gravity are balanced                en que el amor y el honor balancean
shedding the shadow strained to the surface     disminuye la sombra la aurerayo
in crosshatch of ribbons  sun and its rays           tejido por el sol y su aura

as the children gather their radiance                  como al nino que se enluzea
or parents pace deliberately dry                         mientros los padres sin humor por bien
for serious as life is as sacred                            la vida es seria y sagrada
not a minute of doubt can be danced with          ni instante de duda se baila

the love on the balcony is great love                  el amor por el balcon es grande
as much to build an arch above a home.           cruce la archa la casa ante

Thursday, June 25, 2015

ISLE BELIES

The petal-shaped hand, its dichodral leaf
remembers so well that it panics to speak
and with words of upturned blossoms it says
the answering of love is beautiful
part of the hand and from the open palm
is the litmus of a flower blessed truth
to love is to love by every value worth
beauty at once is beauty forever
the world is a rose pined in the hour
when it first broke through ether to descend
from the birth of its origin’s bower
through the rose with its form as its power
circling with the eye of the crown of thorns
piercing yellow pollen horn for the world
 

SUNNY PARTIAL SHADE

I walk to the corner for aspirin
crossing the sidewalk as it bisects me
the people all occupied with being
careful and cautious afraid to be seen.

I, too, wish I were more invisible
that the plunge in the maelstrom fingers
like a violin that becomes myself
played by a sound wave along a quiver

Silent orchestra, hour of stillness,
a vessel as celestial as a star
brimming in a whole and part mystery
the sacred noon hour has passed and filled

Taking two drops from a symptom of pain
to answer the pressure of life again.

HANDSOME ROSE

The petal-shaped hand, its dichodral leaf
remembers so well that it panics to speak
and with words of upturned blossoms it says
the answering of love is beautiful
part of the hand and from the open palm
is the litmus of a flower blessed truth
to love is to love by every value worth
beauty at once is beauty forever
the world is a rose pined in the hour
when it first broke through ether to descend
from the birth of its origin’s bower
through the rose with its form as its power
circling with the eye of the crown of thorns
piercing yellow pollen horn for the world

VIOLET PURPLE BLUE

The pastel tint warmed in milk of the moon
woven from astros from oceans the loom
that it fulfills in its culmination
body to soul to everything fathom
the eggshell existence carapace home
as extends to its free freedom free form
and for that pure reason the purple blooms
like a bubble between waves of fusion
the unanswered question is an answer
absolutely anything appears One
as it nurtures a mirror opened Poem
sheer celestial heather heaven on Earth
thriving on the nutrients of Glory  

SUN BLOOM SKY PETALS

The sun blooms a petal blue elixir
seeing for itself the visible sky
looks along inside eye of the eagle
over the distance as vast it reveals


or races on the features of vision
The lens of a wing a the power pulls
and silence awakes a season of sound
past the past tense and into the lion


that crosses the mountain into its own
and roars of time eternal from hours
the flame as it venerates the fire
the living tree trunk of viscous bower


Lava that melts like the wax of the moon
distilled into starlight draped in the Sun.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

JUNE MOON PINK MOON


--for Odilia Galvan Rodriguez

 The beautiful morning awakes with love.

It glistens on the edges of the world
Where dreams are bundled in the afterglow.
Of the full and sacred moon’s pink flower.

Advancing like the stars that shine aloof
creating in the universe a home
Roof without limits, alabaster tone
Tinged with greatest mercy and hope so soon!

Purer lamp than any lights the shadow.
Darkness cast to memory where grace holds.
The grace of complete mastery of form.
Completion and awakening the hour.

A simple miracle above the clouds.
When June with its great mystery unfolds.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

EMIL EMILIANO

 --poetry

Stimming and Gasping Im having Asthma.
One Son and Another Arisen, Mom?
Are you Okay? I don't want you to Know.
Yet I can't hide the Sounds of my Breathing.

My Son comes to me takes my Pulse in His.
He stands with me in Misery's Throne.
But I dont' want you to be like me Son.
He Says LItlle to Nothing. His Lamp This.

His Wings have Encompassed my Heart and Lungs.
With all of his Strength he Calms the Thronging.
Just WIth One Look he Lifts My Whole Being.
I Surrender my Doubt. I take his Love.

While I have been Strengthened he has been Drained.
My Child, Same Mother, Same Pain Again.

Friday, May 1, 2015

M A Y D A Y

When April has passed its contents remain.
Though there is a drought golden poppies bloomed
Magnificent clouds gather foment rain
Distant as relief arrives in a storm
Necessary for the sweetness of spring
Though it has ended and May strikes its key
The first is for the People, hard-working,
Who toil as will their inheritors.
And as there is no justice for workers
There is none for the grandchildren either.
Then what does a yearning ported of fear?
Why wait while Misery never tires?
Why hold back our grievances, why conspire
Against our interests Misery tires.

CRASHLAND OF ANGELS











The hills of Los Angeles rise strata
along the same force that the city forms
parallels of their magnitude apart
intersection urban and uniform

buildings from every view, and apartments
people conducting routines and schedules
stores, buses,sidewalks within the air vents
that channel through the boulevard’s street breeze

What oh what does it want from the person,
this fortification known as the town
that haunts with dreams of importance lost
certain and cautious doubtful and faithless

yet it grows closer to its destiny
destination the crashland of angels.

Monday, April 27, 2015

Thou ShallNot Kill Baltimore.

The first commandment was born from a premise.
No equivocation for torture this.
It states it with directive force. Don’t kill.
Leave Life to its purpose deliverance

Give Life to the Living again Don’t Kill.
It’s Easy to MEmorize once You Feel
That it’s Meaning was lost on Vaults of Meal
Of human equivocation Simple

To Die twice once at Birth then Twice at Death
is More than a homicide standard Pledge
False Sets of Evidence or plagiarized.
Life is not a Copy Image or Wreath

Life is a Tree of Modicum Measure.
It won’t last Forever so don’t Help Scourge.
THou Shalt Not Thou SHalt not Kill Baltimore

Thursday, April 9, 2015

COYOTE WITHIN TWO

The Coyote in Me came to Cry Free.
You know this is why, Tonio, and you See

The Tears that I Shed as you Undress Me
Not physically metaphysically.

So, what did you see, Cowboy from the Eggs
That you Fed me when blistering cold Wind

Kissed my Lips Drier than Most like the Clerk
Said would happen when the wind blew Colder.

The mountain was humming was gurgling.
She kept me awake throughout my dreaming.

Then turning on the light as the Bids paused,
I took one last look at that Massive Oak.

For each time I looked, I averted Eyes
Eyes that had seen through me Completely Inside.