Intoxication

What can intoxicate the brain faster than a gulp of beer?

And make the soul sink to the deepest abyss in the ocean?

What would I give to live in a different version of reality?

One in which you and I are in each other’s arms –kissing and loving

Kissing and loving our hours away

Wasting our hours away every second

Wasting every second of the night in the company of the long and dreadful night

But instead I miss you as the cold and dreadful night devours my dreams

I miss you as my thoughts take ride on a train that run into a wall of misery

I miss you as you; yet I know you might not even thing of me, let alone miss me

I’d wait upon a dock; only if I knew the truth.

If knew that you miss me too and want to put an end to darkness of the night

But it might be in the darkness of the night

That you make love to her and not me; and she consumes me with the coldness

And takes my heart away; beat after beat

She won’t let me go

Because it is you; who can intoxicate my brain faster than a gulp of beer, make my heart stop beating, and make my eyes dilate as you smile and kill me with a one glance of those deep blue eyes.

She came to our house and talked about many things that were written upon paper

She talked about happiness; her discourse came from a piece of paper

She conversed about God’s Law; and that too came from the same piece of paper

She insulted the beauty of the World

She suggested that Hawaii is a showcase of God’s beauty and hand about!

But I've seen the wonderful Monarchs in the forest of Mexico

As they flutter about

Shading green pines with their orange wings  

Taking over every leaf that was colored green

Fluttering a ballet of life and dance in the light of the sun that came through a concealed forest

They were the best thing I have ever seen; yet this woman put it all upon paper along with Hawaii; a beauty that I’ll dream about and one that’s only on paper

And erased a moment so precious that must be restored from ashes of burnt paper

For why should beauty and happiness be found only upon paper?

And also why should we follow laws given by God and Government,as she said we must?

Are both laws not naturally edged upon paper and not stone?

I imagine she hasn't noticed that her sons hate each other,or that they are getting old, or that they have gone nowhere at all.

And lastly why would any human find an end to their light just because of a debt?

I though most of us just jump of a bridge when there we have not had fulfillment in life.

Thereby losing our light and shrinking in all proportions.

Falling to the ground, an everlasting life of a lie?

But I guess that she as an old lady

Has yet to see herself glow

And be crowned as a queen.

Until it’s all on written upon paper. 

Bus

I've wanted to write a poem about my bus rides

But I can’t stand still enough to seat all the way through this ride

Zeus! - This ride has been rare to say the least.

I see the bus driver and his heart warming smile

I see brothers who oppose each other.

Sometimes as the wheels roll

I get a good dose of sunlight

Other days the sky is dull and humid and depressed

As the bus rocks sometimes I see other people like me

Yet they’re not like me. And old Mexican woman from Oaxaca

Some Mexican men who are brunt from working in the under the reign of Helios

And they probably seek for Guadalupe’s help from day to day.

I've also seen homeless people with no God to call theirs.

Who roam from town to town, seeking friends and strangers, and they are always reproached by family.

I think once I also saw a transgender individual with her supportive brother or lover…. Seating next to her, meanwhile I thought that sight was sweet and heartwarming.

Though a most peculiar sight that captured my sight and stole my imagination

Was a barnyard with the letters painted, BFL, on it?

I wondered what the acronym store for.

Maybe Big Fat Lard, couldn't slow my mind down, as the bus passed by

And to think that there’s more that I've missed

Apart from those mundane scenes

Of solar panels  

Schools and day-cares

Houses and apartments

The rain that I imagine drops gently sometimes

Or violently upon the windows

But of course my ride always comes to an end

As the bus crawls up to community hospital

And I climb down the steps of the bus   

And depart from the everlasting ride

Until night does part her from the rode

And the sun boat brings her back

For another round of passengers

Who’ll boarder her

Until they reach their destinations.

I've reached mine today.   

The American Dream Is a Lie

The American Dream is a lie

A creation crafted by Rich Men

I order to keep…….  The poor dreaming

To keep the poor dreaming, about the rich, and to distract them

To distract the poor from asking their unhumble Politicians

From…. Improving human condition

The American Dream is a bed time story

That is told to poor children

So that they may envy Rich children

And forget about poverty and hunger

The American Dream allows us to deny that the country is astray

That our Republic is slipping down the pipe lines

That the Capitalist Harlots are molesting this Nation

They are molesting this Nation under one God

That one God is green

And has promised diamonds and happiness to his cult members

And has promised an illusion that is more false then Disney’s promise of love

That God is The American Dream

And his High Priest seats in the White House, the church of that almighty God!

No matter what banner hangs behind the high alter

No matter the color of the banner

Stained with blood or cleansed with water

The American Dream rules unmoved by human condition

The American Dream is more honest than God

For he is unchanging

And heeds not to human woes

And really makes no judgments against the poor

We all suffer the same

And the molestation goes on

As The American Dream is dreamt about  

Dreamt like a prayer offered to a God of Ancient times

Dreamt about like a commandment from the Ten Commandments

Dreamt about in the same way bulls were sacrificed to Poseidon the Lord of Earthquakes

Dreamt about, as a child, hopes to find everlasting life every morning  

And the Dreamer dies unhappy

Unhealthy and manipulated

And most of all poor

The Dreamer in the end joins –

Joins a mountain of null bodies

Of the gay, the black, the Jews, the foreigners, the virgins, the harlots, the skinny, and the fat; all on top of one another, heaping lifeless and creating an Olympus of human pain, shame, and misery

An Olympus

That grows long after every party

Long after every stage of life

And long after Death enteral-claims our souls

And the religion of the American Dream is all the meanwhile

Exalted and sold around the world

For the a high profit and a low gain. 

Black King

Wouldn't it be nice to be erased from history? Like an ugly scribble is erased from paper?

Wouldn't it be nice to hit the end button and be deleted from living memory? Like an English essay from a college student?

Imagine, just to, wake up one morning without breath, without light, without life; and to be free from pain and suffering.  

To be like a rose that reawakens every spring to a new sun.

Or to be washed upon a different shore; like seed ready to germinate on different island from whence it came?

O Black King, will you not, come for me tonight? And take me; take me away onto your Kingdom?

O, take this worthless soul with you, O Black King, this useless and stupid mortal that I am, away from the land of living and into the land of ease.

For there is no future; for the stupid and useless mortal, that is me. There is nothing that makes this worthless soul worth a dime at all.

Drag me away in sweet sleep, my dear Black King. Never to be returned again.   Take my worthless life with you, take this stupid and useless mortal, and make of me chopped liver or just simple worms, but don’t leave another night alone in the painful world of the light. Take me to painless world of the dark, O, Black King.  

The Sun and Moon and More.

I know this is different from what I normally post but this all I could think of making.

Bones

               

Bones are everywhere

bones heaped upon bones

a mountain of bones

bones of men,women and 

children

The poor and the wealthy 

their skeletons climb

this mountain of bones

and as they climb

the fall apart

Fall apart by the height of this mountain

and on top of the mountain of bone

s

three men: dine on pork and goose

As they drink from golden cups

and sit on thrones of marble

they wear crowns of silver

and have green ties

They declare themselves

Kings of the mountain of bones    

and add to their collection of bones

after every skeleton reaches the top

they crush him like candy;

and send the parts of ex-skeleton;

to the bottom of the mountain!

And they grow old and powerful

upon our bones and drink our blood 

and eat our flesh. 

Unloved

Not even the blood of a million saints

Will make something that’s right, wrong

A thousand stars could fall

And still the moon would shine

They can threaten us

And scare us to death

But in the end the river always flows down

And they would be filled with guilt

And shame

Like a smudge of dirt

On a white shirt

A thousand dollar bills may be wasted

A million minds dived

And loving ones

Will be unloved

Unloved for their love

Unloved for their ways

Unloved by the saints

Unloved by their house

Unloved like a bug

Unloved for love

And what would be the cause of content

And dis-content

If loved ones could be loved

And loved ones could utter their love

And vows of joy to their home and saints 

Four Eyes

           Women have four eyes

but only two are allowed to be seen

by men

The other two must remain covered

at all times

Men will have you believe it’s for  a good reason

to preserve society from two big odd eyes

but never mind that

Men only have two eyes

and can see very little with them

Even worse they feel nothing at all

While women hide their third and fourth eye

as if they were a cursed ......

true they should be covered

for reasonable conventions

but what about at the beach

don’t eyes deserve to see

And if men can show off six abbs

why can’t women show off their

third and fourth eyes

It’s not a free world

if two eyes must be hidden

it only makes women

unequal to men

and hides nature!

My Eden

  I was graced by his gaze today  

I was baptized by the sins of shame

I love that man like cows love bulls

and doves love doves  

Streams of salt water rushed

down my forehead

washing away all innocence

with them

and exposing only

faint ghosts

that wail I love you

in the air...........

and the wailing goes on

and is carried by the wind

to my God and my Devil

and he stops looking at me

disgraces me

and the winds of comfort

blow towards my face  

this is my Eden

and my fall

no blood will rescue me

only his lips upon mine

this is my Eden and my fall

and this is my dream

a dream sent by Venus

and Eros

Only his lips can make

take away my dream

Eden is gone

and I've already fallen

Digital kisses

Digital kisses

that’s all I've got from you

along with a digital heart

and smiley face  

our relationship is virtual

real and fake

no talk about money, friends, passions, or homes

just I love  you and emoticons

could there be more to this?

yes!

but it needs time and trust and most of all work.....

will it end

maybe

but for now all I have to say

ciao mio amore   

buona notte 

Money

Money, it’s green, it’s paper, and it’s mighty

Money can buy sex, food, toys, and money

Money can buy an election

it can also buy a family

and it can buy things that make you happy

Money can buy land

and destroy it as well

it can buy false friends

and true enemies  

Money can buy corruption

greedy politicians

and lying spokesperson

it can silence the speaker of truth

and can slay a million dragons

Money can save someone else' s live

Money there are people who are born with it

and other who are not

some marry into Money

and others just work for it

under the sun, in rain, in a death-hole

Money it moves greedy around

and stops love and equality right in its track

Money buys lies, Money sales lies, Money can create lies

that bury necessary truths

If Money were hosting a party

it’s guest would include more Money

the Pope

the richest Presidents

a few Dictators

a few more Religious Leaders  

actors, actress, singers, and their boss

Money would also invite politicians

from the left, right, and center

Money would offer as a party favor; guns, drugs, and sex

and Scandal would be the guest of honor

Yet even Money must bend before Death and Time

Time will end the party and Death will end the guest

Death and Time are both equal of each other

and the opposite of Money

Death and Time will host a party

and everyone is welcomed   

poor and rich

virgins and hoes  

atheists and agnostics

the Pope and his money

all the politicians of the world

the dictator and the queen    

young and old

men and women

All run out of Time

and all run into Death

leaving Money to rot in hell

  

Mother's Day and Father's Day.

Mother’s day is here and gone

and mom got a washing machine

new pots and forks

dishes and spoons

She got roses that’ll dry

and cards she’ll throw away

she got hugs in the morning

and maybe the only hugs

she gets for a few months

She gets things that are pink

things to make housekeeping

easier

like vacuums and aprons

But don’t worry mothers'

Fathers' have it worse

They get lawn mowers

and tool-boxes

T-shirts and wallets

they also get cards

but no roses

they may get boxers

or undies

but they don’t get hugs

and always a day after

Father’s day

Both days

are like disposable love songs

just as great

and just as forgettable

To all the hard working mothers make it your day everyday

and.......................

To all those fathers..................just keep doing what you do.........

flirtationship

we’re not friends

and we’re not lovers

we talk

and chat up a fire

yet we’re both cold on each other

we’re somewhere in between;

the friend zone

forever alone

and that’s great

and confusing

It’s great, at least I’m somewhere

But confusing because ; I’m still without a lover

is there are word for it?

Maybe they call it a flirtationship

not flirtationships are for people who can’t find love

some just want to be friends

and others  want to pass the time

But I really want more then friendship

or to pass the time

I want this seed we’re tending

to grow down into the south

to water it with lust

and shade it with passion

Mirror

That mirror is mocking me

it shows a round figure

a fatso not; not a sexy macho

a fatso that’s what it shows  

too many tacos and pizza

maybe!? Not enough activity

….possibly!?  Not sexy, yes!

that mirror shows no model

it shows my unwanted death

What the television damns

What doctors worry about

What lovers despite

What superheros are not

not even the bad guy is fat

it’s just a nightmare looking

looking, looking, looking,

and looking at the mirror

they were made to torture

the common folk  

not help us …..

I must break this mirror

screw the blood on my hands

and the my seven year of bad luck

already broke the scale

Men have twenty one digits

Men have twenty one digits 
I've counted them all 
and let me tell you how to
find them 

The first ten digits 
can be found on the hands 
five for each hand 

The second ten digits 
are of course on the feet 
again five for each feet 

The last digit is by itself 
hanging from balls 
in between hips 

It does not help 
with holding things 
like the ones on the hands 

It does not help with walking 
like the one on the feet 

It only hangs 
from two oddballs 
and does nothing 

It has no reason to exist 
other than to be a marker 
to give men a reason to be 
men 

So don’t ever wonder 
why most men have 
an ego 

they only have an extra digit

Moon Beams

she found her 
and offered her 
her cup to drink from 
and filled it with 
her love 

He found him 
and offered him his wine 
distilled by his love 
and brewed basement 
and they both 
drink out of love 
on a bed 

they found each other 
they paint each other’s 
sun 
on gray days 
they cover each other 
from the cruel night 
and count the stars 
in the sky at midnight 
and kiss with each 
shooting stars 

and the moon blesses 
them with his 
beams of light 
for the world 
the moon does not judge 
but he loves the world 
just as well as they love 
each other