Skysong Blue Roses Red

The Blue of the Sky casted in Marble

faith adorned with the power of all faith

No bit of Sadness prevails remains

the more moistearned soils of earthern loam

audience to the music it becomes

Love is alive by internal rhythm  

glowing in the light of past memory

capture as an image newed by the dawn

A rose is a principle of beauty

as the harmony of life is foreheld,

the circumference of the stars example

alive in its life alive with its life

for keeping as forms in tact while it slept

to awaken and to be awakened

Concha y Arco

Resucitame hace me de Nuevo

Aroja la Mar Placer y Deseo 

Las Nubes Tropicales Rojeo

Tinto de la Tinta Estrofaro 

La Concha de mi Destino Arroja

De los Colores de las Victorias

Que alcanzen en un porvenir haz

Hecho por Amor Hecho de La Paz

Hasta donde no se siente Uir

Y Escaparse de lo Principal 

Poema quien sabes del Misterio

Lo mas grande forma Interior

Y lo mas pequeno suma el Todo

Triste de ser Arco Triunfador         

Discontent of Youth Censorship

The Discontent of the Youth Censored
By Unions By Overlords By Judges
Who cast out the Bathwater, Babies, Tubs.
While smaller than their Voices went Unheard
The Cries of the TruthTellers and Dreamers
The spelling Nerds, the lil Princesses,
Their Toughened Exterior Smiles Drawn
The Boyz, Girlz, Teen Mamas and their Boyfriends
Each one was bemused with their Quandaries
To speak is all they wanted with Bodies.
To March and To Shout and To Be Manied,
Grown Larger Together than any Sound.
All Rhetoric tossed out the Windowds.
Metrics Engorged Rapacious Philanders.

Two Elsie

--Somehow/It seems to destroy us, WCW, 1923

Nearing the Lake as it too condenses

Two bodies surrender to the closeness

One is wholly of water in its depths

as The other is water-covered skin

As the car rolls the nearness is approached

The larger the distance the smaller grows

Up ahead it is ample and glowing

Suspended in the heat of September

Is passage of time gone to its splendor

Oh how the chances of doom and daring

have commenced as their wick its burning

Wild and roaming adventure spirit

As great and as small proportionate force

One reproduces the other allures.

June Bloom

June Bloom

For June Bloom is a time of Fruition

and when the distance draws back and reflects

it happens upon something like dense flecks

the leaves in position of remonstrance

alive were the moments of life’s questions

they neither were answered nor forsaken

but cling as as certain as always throng

they gather they cluster they diminish

before there were preceded with finish

their inertia so innocent they blend

the wild poppies with their faces flushed

there is no where there  as where as when

but beginnings are mysterious ends

without equivocation precedent

Adam Afterward

The Lament of Adam

After the nakedness what could be lost?

What was its treasure     if not a conscience?

Time started its watch of the existence.

What had been was gone of all innocence.

It permanently was removed at once

Nor could it suspect it was vulnerable

That for one simple rule it was shattered

Blasted to misrecognized after lives

Nothing original remained of use

Without mercy it shadowed suspicion

And brought forward evidence of lustre

Rather than rebellion or adventure

As soon as the Leaf fell it turned to Earth

It became what it was of the Future

jessic nccoy's code word for peaunt is lester 

the naem she says her husbs has for me and she shares

laco train floodings

black opcotpus

Sweet Song of Innocence , Dulce Cancion

She walks into the juice shop cafe

with her arms hugging around her laptop

she just keeps on moving arousing faith

glowing in her radiant atmosphere

suddenly the nervousness falls aside

a leader is a leader in essence

one among many begin to ascend

like a leaf as it turns toward the sun

there is not another option again

as a cycle moves past its descension

another awakens and imagines

there is nothing as sweet as a sweet one

a person is a song of innocence