Sunday, August 29, 2021

The leverage of wonder is of mercy

 The leverage of wonder is of mercy

Approximates of dawn alert as spheres

Rhapsodic of the moon and crescent drawn

Arbitration to the realms of sentry dawning

Vitality of sequence qualify

The numerous furtive allegory

There are items beached in a whale

A cropping torso severs oceans wheel

And i the anklet picture in a a lure

I ask so many questions dear to hear

Of sorrow for the pain another sense

But taken for an author I am fear


Tomorrow is together now you're near

Aboard each dot of ether in an ear

Together In a world of parting views

And toss into a fathom that reveres

O fhoepfulassignation mutineer

Or bandwagon departing for the gear

It torbesl for it augers soon to cast

And arbor for its repast what I liure

A fish into its jowls my second clasp 

Or dreary once forever is at last.

The ardor of the sunrise in my clasp


Protuberant admixture for or lore

Caps of early hovers darkened blear

Yet i behold an answer of the worm

That sauntersin the depleted urgent force

Nto substance of a reservoir and more

My life has been too early for my hour

There has no spirit wandered near the door

And heritage of glasswork buttress gore

I’ve answered with repeated heretofore

Yet peony or poppy pansy tour


The absence of another is my source

And delicate the quiet of a verse

To draw is towar quarrel and remorse

To handles of another comeuppance

And i beguile witnesses at rest

And tune to this arousal something since

Happy visions glance from wrist to wrist

I come to mantles and of existence


Establish what a harness to the mist

Fare that tokens what omnipotence

Depth of shallow gratitudinous bliss

And manuals of instruction often missed

There are as many want ads in heaven


They sanctify the garden of sch grandeur

That I belong from where unto hereafter

And want an able musichief I respond

There are as manya angels in a song


That rarely or if ever I belong

Something deep within me is a poem

Through my acknowledgement soo harpoon none

The opposite attraction I’ve become

So ist here an appointed time or deed

That absolution wishes for and need.


When against the blue ridge of sojourn

My eyes have cast again against of form

Or bening to each reach and such response

As magic is to everything of prose

My sanction wrestled over in a pin

Dropped to veer the anguish of the stir

The galloping of horse whip and instead

Reality is bitten nails mouthed.

That’s come to form a crowd of nods to wad


A hair’s breadth atrophy of butter knolled

And wings torn in their start a burro’s cross

The opening of their twin alibi

And coarse the conniption epiphany


Droused no ether here upon the sea

Ut glacier and Atlantic serm of bay

Of capsicum, ochre, abalone

Rap across the chasm alabaster

Appointed are the compass and the tune

An anergy of making strewing done


There is no explanation sooner seize

For customs circumstance or variety

Sojourn in the passage over times

And bathe in the rhetoric of limestone

But repelter of sanction si to none

More of even lateres nearer some


The following rejoinder I have seen

The gleaming fecund pasture of the knees

Treble and in charges of stampede

To brighten or to wrestling unafraid

Yet far along the way a dread and store

A bleating artifice of furnished shore

To letter is for paper often trinket

The force has been aboard an awful fold

Its ebony encroachment is and frees

The template of an hour fervency


To gain another flower than agate

The distance tardy arrival of late

Adulates the blossoms daylight rounds

Stems of oftenere appointment shade

Buttress for suppress is oftener hate

A longer grip to galloping earthquake

Unto my exile and its rebate

A flowering of towers odes or rates

Afforded of a century come late

Remiss of albatross and starlin gate

Forces for a momentary plate


Song that singing of was night and day is

Listening abysses that melts away

Or separating water bay and breach

Whale fo the first and latest searched

Causes of making earth and odyssey

And seed of thought or need to ponder

What is gardner than grandeur and graves

Than caution of these after every sea


Image came first and built an innate force

Of formlessness holography of stars 

And ends toward beginnings

Composing the origin of kinds


Visions capitulated tales of tale

Let there be pace of wonder as to it

Maintenance is free to ponder yet

The solution of mystery is absinthe


Mesopotamia and Pindar vent

And obtuse anthropic element sheer

And vanishes from spate of element

Trine figures animal mystic answer


Articles of adventitious scope

Of all is there internecine purport

To vanish is sport of game and icon

Miraculous is hope though ti languish

Fret about and replication answer

Confirm what hypotheses or mask

Temermity is audacious and sad

For what it loses is as bad as dawn

When thought up without forgotten command

For furtive grows attendance and as long

Misery or sinus of creation





Tuesday, January 12, 2021

Israel nods the indiscrete pause, mediated,

  To W.B.Yeats



Israel nods the indiscrete pause, mediated,

But what has its roots the wonderful prose

That sated for excess has horizon and guest

Adjoined three planets in orbit of fateds

To eat the mouthfuls manna indicated so

What can repair the road to oblivion so

And happily determine an aura of Zion

The disposed and reposed is harlequin

Love for the matter of which we are born

Taking to the ton what stone is refrained

Mercy and to pain whereas the redoubt

Has made no motion outwardly or torn

All holiness is born though in figure pore

The trickle of androgynous hologram 

Stunned in sight the suprising paragon


It is now, master worker, when I to thee dove

 It is now, master worker, when I to thee dove

And argue with myself have wove a poem

Its purpose is reply and replication to thou

Whose articles and lys were as valley to home

Incendiary world was as though all innocence

And temporal the stanzas that implicit vogue

You are the captain of my soul and its coarse

Antiquity has no room for its own traipses ars

That this phrase has compunction and synergy

Brings doubt to the center of futurism wham

Its lightning is as doppelganger that yuo are them

How has this measure miracle beginning or end?

Tell me to see in the stars that beautitude psalm

Show me what it’s worth to be attitude’s balm

And how must these arbors known to be seeds

Been especially sauntering warblings?


Monday, February 5, 2018

ASSANGE AND SCHMIDT

Hicks over anxious such as us, A. I.
We succor the truth or caught liyin.
Who started the rumors a-quaking
Who answered for others who saved a paycheck?

You who are watching by virtue timely
Make known who it is who disguises
Wisdom for Science and in Quotients
Engineers take a bite of the apple

Theory adjacent not subordinate
Lyric for batteries of squirrels.
Crossing the page I notice something
There are letters before me and after me.

Google from Stanford out to the Mass Bay
The druthers in bars baking window panes

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Marquez and Putin

Marquez and Putin agree to agree
where disparate factions speak compromise
absolute artists differentiate
succumbing to faulty aftermath squeezes
the cinch of heaven and earth in asides
a venture into madness despairing
as a phrase of its dominion and sighs
magic is everywhere listen with distance
provide the opportunity for tense
a long beginning and eventual rest
but how to render meaning from the quest
a cauldron aptitude for burrowing
discourse afters hour smoking habit
two long eared rabbits and an alphabet

Sunday, October 15, 2017

epistle the parchment ever arisen [autotext]


Beside the table
chair turned inward
the surfaces 
covered with books

A pen, some paper,
and a nearby
sensation of sound,
a neighboring television
the way
I wash away thoughts
in a verse, give
sustenance when I've none,
 and to relish 
 the absence 
      of time .

A subjunctive phrase

Life in the 
          aftermath of
tragedy   how

The delicate attachments, 
       finesse or habit

           Are wonderful

           examples no doubt


     Everything tempered
       by how ,  by what more


  Belong for a moment
          to moisture

painted as rose

the hour arranges
the power of life

of living of everything
as its surprise

vestige absolute
the plenitude force

but painted as rose

Thursday, October 12, 2017

wildfire

wildfire

wildflower war
in the fields
cross my room

the leaves of petals
through the middle
of before and now

travelling over
the arrow flashes
beneath the sun

where again
the petal spears
a catchy song

brush over shadows
with shadow alone
shielding love

the hour of time
a mirror of the flower
in the petal's hold

pulled by the stem
the surface
a living hour

ripening pestle
ground in the petal
abstemious stem

flower in the field
field to the flower
beheld by rain

verses of a day
bees in the leaves
shrub casting petals

hopeful as tender
the bodice and plume
vision of beauty

for watchful harness
the water itself
breaks into fuse

the water arouses
a fiery quiver
bay glistened shadow

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

SENORA

La Brigada por mares navega
Rutas que al corazon sabe a sed
Al corazon solo se pronuncia
Late al amaranta y a saber
Lo que solo el gobierna, vida
El rio de su manto florece
Las vueltas que por ellas se harta
El huerto resulto y la cosecha
Retira de su huesped sistema
Un sicronicmo adios en estar
Fruto de flor es recuerdo a mano
La creacion y el baile de ella
Encuentra creacion a volumenes
Ayer por el futuro fue su sen


ODE TO MAO

ODE TO MAO


The loveliness comes from the enlightened brow
  wellspring a power of cultural revolt
Signed in the hour of its great flower
The tumult aegis the regaling hour


Does the petal interrogate the stem
Would it rather recede or reject the rain?
I doubt were it revealed the pollen’s pain
Was lack where whereby to gather and breathe


And turning to its others to repeal
What they had all enjoined to develop
A circular jewel the necklace’s silk
Upon a road that greated over all


The flower is the order of the wall
A caterpillar climbed to be as tall

Sunday, February 26, 2017

lagrimas poeta

no quise escribir por las lagrimas
que por no saber del cielo no llore
arroyaron en un muro azul
cuadros de bellezas y de versos
fueron tapices de seda y pirul
olian de algo tan tierno y puro
que hasta ahora no se describirlo
le doy vuelta a la cabeza y veo
las huellas de la alma lloraban por mi
y yo seguia mi rutina igual
ni esperanzas ni dudas habia
la paz que siempre fue mia es mia
todo esto me sirve a explicar
el poesia no es nada de mi
que yo no busque y no ofreci

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

the tree is brushstroke and brush


the beautiful people

the trees encircle

like vines of their vision

shades of an innocence

the hourglass of the leaf

as green reply speaks

when sun pushes shadows

over the branches

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Evening Song

Watching as evening overcomes the sun
Greater than what has come before
Tomorrow is everything unknown since
Power of forever an hour
Time in time’s hands and ever merciful
Give answers to the sufferer’s hunger
Make the means available great hallow
Just as every flower has been given
To altars for the tragic mistaken,
The earth under the passions of spring
The pollen in proportionate gift
Then as redemption the day is consigned
For seasonal oblivion to live on
Destruction for beauty to overcome

Monday, February 1, 2016

Beholding Langston


Langston walks over to the gaze of the lense.

Looks out across a century and leans

Casual serendipity anxious eyes beams

Suited for laughter, the glare ever since

Joplin over rivers born in between

The flow of the letters ancient to him

Renewed by the footsteps, focus to gain.

Seriously bargained to be again.

Watching the riverbanks spelling their pain

To Seats of the desk where writers go blank

The author amused with his elegance

Attained by the gaze of the photograph

Onward their destiny beckoned to spend

Hughes in the open faced alphabet pens

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

FOR ALISE: SISTER, HERMANA

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.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Walden was a Pond a Pond and a Book

Walden was a Pond a Pond and a Book.
It was written in the Dawn of American Gold.
The Age that ccame and Went without Wit.
I think of it Now, how Whitman was It.
A Daredevil for Sheer Lust Adventure...
Harpy of National Supremacist Views.
Engraved at the Foot of the Twin Towers.
When Lilacs Last Bloomed but bloomed Instead. There.
What Walt did for Mexicans, Place a Boot.
Dario at the Talons of Eage.
America without a God or Thought.
Trascendent, my Sons, Emerson Blind Born.
He hands him the Keys to his Homestead, Go.
Get away from the Hypocrites. Take some Time Off.
There at the Banks of the Turpitude's Prose.
Tried what he Might never have Done. Goes Poof!

Balzac, Zola, and Baudelaire

Balzac, Zola, and Baudelaire look on
The scene not so vast it can’t be too grand
A violin in its case plays a song
It travels from general to specific
From language to thought back on to language
Multiple so the vein of a rubric
Parallels for each note of opinion
Higher than ever expected to cry
Tears full of melody answer the words
Beneath the parchment blue ocean and sky
The music of sound rhythm of the world
Singing of its soul to eternity
Under and between until it has freed
What it is, what it was, what it bleed.


Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Federico, Pepe, y Clotilde

Federico, Pepe y Clotilde
fuentes brotantes semilla y siembra
eso pa delante que tiene que ver
esperate es tarde no se repetir
caminaban payaseros tintan
enchinan la sombra busca su bien
la pared de la escombra
vuela conoce distincciones, fue,
cabrones cartones destruye en caer
mulen a la inocencia a reir sonreir
plasticas gestos escultos malignos
dan en la vista eco mania ruir
a los ojos de belleza escurren
este de peor poder a suficiencia

Friday, July 24, 2015

University

The Ivy in the gardens at college
growing in the planters entwined within
sway with the hems of the pedestrians
walking side by side or across the lawns
the music that it makes how when and then
my thoughts as they travel forward again
go back to the same pair of legs and arms
carrying books in the shade of time
where as before they return and assess
the rituals of education less
than the education itself and past
sacrifices that are nothing but blessed
whatever it cost or came without
wanting, it makes me who I am and Not.