Thursday, October 23, 2014
KNEES OF MERCY
Writing is an honor a pledge to live
a day -- past, present, or future -- of time
living is something a bit different
without a participle it does thrive
a verb in the full measure of being
a priori or was destined to be
in a manner of speaking so falsely
yet without it what is this mystery?
To rhetoric or to prophesy yields
as into its music it weaves its keys
which are to be touched in their loveliness
no single ingredient is perceived
alone but its details such are these:
harmony and mercy on their bent knees
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
The Soul is a Boat
The soul is a boat the ocean sails.
Far on its distance and deeper within
It navigates the universe, a fin,
for harbor is the universe an oar.
As the shore of an anchor moors the tide
The wind-breathing of the sky inhales
As existence a shoal of the sea spills
Beauty encircles the hour returns
The beauty of the undulant waves bring
each orbits the weeping of the ages
and with swells of the size of creation
completes its renewal begins again
The soul is an ancient such mystery
it knows is equal to the seasons.THE SOUL IS A BOAT
The soul is a boat the ocean sails.
Far on its distance and deeper within
It navigates the universe, a fin,
for harbor is the universe an oar.
As the shore of an anchor moors the tide
The wind-breathing of the sky inhales
As existence a shoal of the sea spills
Beauty encircles the hour returns
The beauty of the undulant waves bring
each orbits the weeping of the ages
and with swells of the size of creation
completes its renewal begins again
The soul is an ancient such mystery
it knows is equal to the seasons.Monday, October 20, 2014
ACUESTA LA LETRA
Acuestate letra hazte inmovil
y deja de viajar por el mundo
se oye tu sonido palpiton
dandole razon al creer sentido
Si existes no lo dudo ay vuelo
la paloma se entrega a tu cuerpo
respira tu eco como el tambor
la mano lo suena y el amor
mas tarde se unen por el patio
la sombra su atardecer su plomo
estas sus vocales se escuchan hoy
mientras los petalos perfumen color
tu son tu soneto tu sonido
escuchan de la boca el oido.
Wild Bird Cultured Roses
The flower that grows while the crow that crows
are attached to both ends of a horizon
stretched over its features introduces
a day like no other that’s come before
when the stem brings to beauty a mirror
as symbol of the sustenance of love
it perfumes with so ancient a perfume
scented stamen adheres to its color
presently across the sidewalk I pass
each speaks to me one is inaudible
cracking through the cosmos into the dirt
the other by two’s chants its messages
wild as birds and cultured as roses
fly wings of the sky, opaque and spacious Thursday, October 16, 2014
A DAY IN THE SUN
Majesty beauty the sun in bouquet
spills over surfaces of earth and drapes
painted over shadows darkened to shade
brushed across the world and cast on the clay
these are its radiant greeting flowers
for audience living creatures partakes
strings of the music the universe plays
a day is an instrument, note and key
the soul knows only by its harmony
what knows it of mysterious power
like the distance between color and sound
is the absence of faith in its presence
senses divided unite by their sense
the music is ancient ancient defense.
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