The Art of White Roses in July, Death

The bloodhound white roses stricken with fright

Like the Cyclops greet the Voyaging,
beauty driven forth to die will descend.

The loss of its Light to sparkling vines, then

 Appearing comes to my Tree, a  my Mind,
rustling green Leaves undertake sentience

Quickenig breathe the ether of Timefalls

But against its decimation, it Wields

Itself as Itself and as none other,

the life of mystery the ground endures

by eternal promise it defies death.

All at once in a bloom it expresses.

What by the Listener is wanting is heard.

But back to the rose, to its contentions:

that it is what it wanted to be

a license to lose Authority frees

a dream is a song and a song a dream

The law of poetry suffices all.

The sun takes away what a stem has lost.

Both were taken to the task to UnDo.

Finish the fiction what it did not Do.


Repetition is rhythm-forsaken rhyme

Announced an eternal introduction

De-clawing itself of its vexing scratch.

--Verdant their ventricles glowed as they Breathed.

A brain is as an imagination

a rhyme is its principle offering

though it have no other purpose the Same.

--

Are these the final qualities of art

are they the afterthoughts of yesterday?

The Desert Muse

A child sells chicle at the Border.

Williams who loved Babies was Annoyed by them.

Especially if they were asking for Pennies.

We are all Poets We all get Perturbed.

School never meant much to the Absentee

Who was once just a baby himself right?

Learned to make it by dying each night

awakening to the sunlight's Beauty

As a new memory forgets the past

puts it inside of a paper envelope

Just like a Poet is likely to do

Roll the whole Universe into a Mast.

Propel it toward the Passion's Fire

Into the form of a Child's Figure

Couldn't Did

being pariah is actually pleasing
little birds stop to color your sky pink
you play as you sleep through your Dreams they See
everything ahead of time again twice
some memos are barely being taken
no eyes see what couldn't did happen
only we knew the truth of it and then
they were blastd our roots down to nothing
Our questions so simple to answer truth
Soon there were squads of toxic negators
Hate spewed like acid into reunions
It is so weightless to be made nothing
Invisible lesions grow curious
A brief moment of joy lasts three hours

Like

La La Lady Bug

Oh what a lady bug   I saw today

bigger than dust smaller than my finger

red and black spotted-miniature beetle

What are you doing on that green grass blade?

underneath the petals in shade of leaves

my innocence returns to see your eyes

they are so beautiful you avert them

I seek your whole image I verify

You are a Lady Bug so what am I?

A type of Being so big and so wild

How can you trust me I am a human?

My weakness is my dumbfoundedness

I marvel at something mysterious

Instead of speaking straight to the Issue

I obfuscate I hum and I whistle

Union of Peace

When unity calls peace takes position
while some take advantage of the release
and surrender to failures again
Meanqhile quotes Chomsky and Schlovsky
But forgets there's nothing new in the mix
The union of all numbers is greater
than what has no meaning's triter than trite
only honor can fix what is broken
The rest keep on going Caterpilers
No reason to stand still and see  Rose
For it's lost its perfume has no more scent.
One third of it for the chivalrous fold
And two halves of the precious third portion.
The immigration agent wears his robe

SKIN WALKER

maybe I am a sensitive guera,

a person who wished they had dark brown skin

because I didn't notice the difference

between me and my people or you

when I look in the mirror I see spirit

nothing on me has much color or tone

does that make me lesser than a human

I don't have thin skin I have nerve endings

they open to the universe full strength.

Trees speak to me I hear their wilterness.

Like Funes the Memorious by Borges.

I can't watch things die off and stay silent

To speak of my color is nonsense when

I have no color cause I have no skin.

BROWN PARTY BRUISES

1. Y EL PAN QUE LES QUITEN RETRIBUYESE
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4. PRIME IS FOR YOUTH, BROWN BROWN DOES/IS
   
   Brown Brown Cow, in his No-Genius Prime Time.
   He calls out the Hipster in every Dime.
   No taxes for Anyone but East LA.
   Sendimg out the Machinery to Slay
   
   Visits on Innocence Beauty and Love.
   Helmetted Challice of ANimus Lust
   Tony no speak Mandarin or Espanol
   He smiles at every Virgen: How Nows?
   
   If my people are Cattle I'm Master
   I call up Chevron they need a few Wells.
   That keeps me in the Ballpark of Hello
   They will take my Call, I will see to That!
   
   The Environment is owned by a PAC.
   The Red and Blue Bruises leave no SCAR.

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Ayy Edith

1. 8 minutes ago
   

   THE MAQUINARIA TE PARTO LA ALMA
   
   LaTeaPartyNos go to China. Learn how to Frack
   From a Commie. Say they can't Tax Chevron.
   Come at me: Drought Propaganda.
   Technically True, Dessertification
   
   Talkin some crap bout the Dreamers.
   Cuz They don't bow down to Machinery
   Pulled down an A in Bio Chemistry
   Personally put in a Test Tubesy.
   
   Checking out that big wave of Quandaries.
   The Profs put it up its called Quantity.
   Counting the heads like Chattel Slavery.
   Send out the Squads of Civil Engagement.
   
   But where oh where is the Beauty to Go?
   Back Back to SLeep Sing Lullaby COlors

Ayy Edith

28 minutes ago · Edited

BLUER THAN BLUE: Brown on the Radio, Brown Drought Cow, More Money for Fracking

All I know I'm on a hill in El Paso.
It's late and I'm about to get uncomfortable.
I depress down the emergency break
The car goes very still after a small rumble.
I hear Gov Jerry Brown on the radio ... hawking.
Saying he met up with the Chinese gov
will bring energy into the environment.
WTF? 
Yeah, He's on the radio saying water;s no big thing.
We can use it to blast out oil and chem.
I get to have my kingdom on earth and then some.
Walks on the beach to prove I love the sand.
Yet when it comes down to me or my people.
They can always work/eat/live breathe chattel.
Release them to Walmart where they go to hell.
But grateful as ever I led them there.