Gaia and Her Moon

Gaia and her moon

Planet and its moon

Both with a vast array of life

Large oceans

And earthquakes and volcanos

Gaia and her moon

Stuck on a universal love afire

Around small yellow star

Both planet and moon

With walking people who travel in rockets back and forward

Sending politics, sickness, arts, culture, fears, and dreams

Always exchanging and talking taking every advantage of both planet and moon

Resources shared between the two

And history as well

Both knowing well that they’re not alone in the universe

Both feeling content with the answer and not wanting to go looking for life anywhere else in the big scary and wonderful glittering universe

Happy two worlds are as they can be

Gaia and her moon spinning around a start wandering around the universe forever more

A planet and its moon

Gaia and her moon 

La Plaza

 The night has come and the moon is as shinning pearl in a sea of shining stars

Families walk out there iron doors laced with hears and veins like little atoms sticking tightly walking en la calle until they reach la plaza cobblestone  marking bounding the of the streets tile of marvel reflects soft beams of light shining from the lamp post in the night

The atoms come apart now and walk around looking for tacos, pambazos, tostadas, buñuelos y atole caliente and afterward to walk around la plaza under the umbrellas of green lively leaves from trees with that white pain on their stumps as los devotos march to that gray stone church crossing their finger across their face and chest rezando as the families gather around a water fountain to hear la banda tocar una ranchera and the night goes on until the dove come back and the little children go to bed

I want nieve

I want nieve de elote

Creamy and smooth texture

Dirty cream white hue a thick taste of corn in my mouth

I want nieve de mamey

Dark orange hue  

Smooth texture sticky

Residue on my lips

Cold to the throat

And sticky all the way a mis manos

I want nieve de guayaba           

Rose-pink-neon hue

Saying I am that

Sweet flavor you

Boca wants and smooth shine your eyes want to see

I want nieve de mango

Light orange hue creamy smooth texture that says

Sprinkle some red picante pecks on my sweet flavor                   

The face in there is looking back and up and down

Soup and Night

Hello to the morning it is brand new and old

Good night to the night I might never see it again

The stars are always there

The moon and sun are the same as always

Like rain droplets falling from the clouds of gray and dark hues

Each of us is unique

Each tree is tall each seed is small

The flowers see what wonder we don’t spy the nigh awakens of all the tired facing trees we see many and many aloof                                                                                                         

Spring and fall

Summer and winter

Hot and cold

Dry and wet

We all dance on the same globe

Love us or hate us

We are all unique

Ever changing

Ever stable

Hair, nails, scales, fur, fins, tales, feet and toes we got some flappers maybe hands as well

Under one roof

Under no house

We eat of we are eaten

Like some draw and some see drawing through eyes of wonder or eyes of damnation

We all feel or feel we feel

Mars also glows as it retracts from the spot as fair as a brush stroke as she blends the soups of life dinner’s all clunked up with the good and the bad mixing and clashing everlasting like atoms colliding and smashing against invisible brick walls 

Old Man Blues

Now a man in New Orleans was drinking coffee at a the cafe bar one morning he was feeling a little he was feeling a little blue, though the day was warm and the breeze as soft as an angles wings passing by..
now he always sipped his cafe slowly from Monday to early Sunday 
never missed a day 
what was it that made him so blue? 
was it his job? or his family?
no only those sad and lonely blues the sound no cared for no more 
the songs of the 50s those sad days when the world was new 
since those days the world has grown and changed and old man can not feel the same with today he's just so blue with the blues

One day the Old man shell die but today he lives on a living fossil from a time when blues was the in and rock the new thing, and for now we have new music every day  

¿Cuántas horas pasaría con el uno con que no puede estar?? Si usted lo sabía que una persona se ha ido para siempre?? Sería veses les les abrazan y nunca toman su tela y hacer que el más sagrado para robar jamás?? Y el nombre de cada flor después de un amante?? ¿Qué distancia sería suficiente para hacerle olvidar?? Sería por - hacer tiempo ansiado olvida?? No haría fluyen entre los ríos que desembocan en el océano Blow, con el viento que toca cada hoja y convertirse en el sol para tocar incluso le corazón

Faceless Man

I woke up in the midnight hour 
I went to the restroom 
Opened the door 
it went rerre 

the wind was dancing a waltz 
with the leaves 
the  window 
was swinging back and forward
the moon was lit like a candle in the air   

I opened  the door tried to turn on the light but nothing 
I looked in the mirror... and there I saw it a head without a face looking back at me.......

"K"

If I ever see his face again I shell turn blue inside

the clouds that cover up the sun will blow away 

my heart will unfreeze and my skin shell become whiter then the cold winters snow

I would kiss him

hug him

love him 



the stars would shine more then all the moon does 



he would make me feel safe some how....... and I would complete him some way........ 

Burning Sky

Never have I seen the sky so orange at night fall

it was as if the sky was scorched by the sun before going to its unseen bed  
under the sea


the peace like radiant sky touched and mingled with the soon to be dead black of the night 

the stars must have been shy or invisible at that moment and the moon getting ready to resurrect for one more darn night..... and try as not to un-dim the sky as it would be without her friend the sun........ but that peach orange sky was the god of the moment to mine eyes 

How Many hours would you spend with the one you can not be with??

If you knew that one person would be gone forever??

 Would you kiss them hug them and never take your cloth and make the most holy rob ever??

And name every flower after that one lover??

What would distance be enough to make you forget??

Would por -longed time make you forget??

No I would flow among the rivers that flow into the ocean

Blow with the wind that touches every leaf

And become the sun to touch even you heart

.. ..

Hoy es un día de lluvia

Hoy es un día de lluvia las nubes lentamente se mueven con la pereza del viento yyo estoy mirándolas desde el sofá café con patrones de flor y hojas de otoño mientras que un aire suave anda por toda la casa desde el cuatro de mama y papa hasta el cuatro de la hermana menor- hoy me he quedo en este día de lluvia esperando por a un extraño mientras que miro el agua del cielo bajando como si cada paso fuera un segundo menos de vida en la tarria y mi caigo hacia el sofá muy cómodo y esponjoso se sume la impresión de mi cuerpo desaduánalo que mi extraño venga como un rayo del cielo a llavéame con su viento a su brazos de acero y ojos de miel dulce que me hace desearlo mas cada vez más, mas sin pensar que es lo que piense la lluvia la luna el sol y las nubes quizás el viento tenga razón pero mi corazón me lo pide dilo ya o nunca mas