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

The Corn Maid

There once was a Mother and her son 
they lived next to some red ants 
in really small village 
that was dusty 
and green 

The Mother and her son 
had a farm that yielded 
corn, beans, squash 
and chiles 

The ants also had a farm 
that yielded the same plants 
Really what do you expect  
people without a local 
Wal Mart to buy food 
and Facebook to surf 
and find out rumors 
about the Gods 

One summer 
The Gods got bored with the small 
villages and sent a drought 
the stopped the rain from pouring 
the ground being fertile
and plants from growing food 
the plants instead turned brown and died 

Now having no Wal Mart 
most people either traded what 
they saved 
or starved to death 

But the red ants that lived next to the Mother and her son 
still had plenty of corn 
each morning the had more corn the last 

One day the Mother asked the ants 
for help, for her and her son, were dying 
of hunger 

and the ants answered her woe by exclaiming 
that they knew of a farm that had fertile corn stalks 
that they got corn from everyday 
they told her to send her son with them 
and they’d lead him to the farm 

On the following morning 
when the it was the first light of the dawn 
The Mother sent her son with the ants 
to travel to the farm with corn 

It took all day long and when they got there 
to the farm 
the son saw lots of corn stalks 
but no farmer or any signs human life 
but surely the ants knew better 
than to still 

The boy wandered off into the cornfield 
and went about here and about there 
and found red brick house 

After seeing the house the boy 
went back to the ants and told them about 
the house and asked them to stop stealing the corn 

The ants were stubborn and kept one 
with their criminality 
the boy started to attack them 
and they being red ants started to bite him 
and from that day on red ants bite people when 
they’re angry 

The boy had never been bitten 
and screamed in pain 
and the scream brought 
the Goddess of the red brick house 
out to inspect what was happening 


At the sight of the Goddess the ants left the corn and 
headed back to their anthill next to The Mother 

The boy explained to The Goddess what had happened
and about the drought, starving people, and the ants. 


The Goddess took pity on the boy 
and she took him into her red brick house 
and introduced him to her daughters 
one was dressed in red, one in green, and the third one in white 
The Goddess asked him to take one as a bride 
and promised him that his family farm would never 
ever suffer from drought 
as long her daughter never worked 
there would be plenty of corn on his farm 


And so the boy stayed the night 
and chose the third sister in white 
and when the sun rose 
the two young boy and maid 
walked home with a basket of corn 

Within weeks from the arrival of the 
Son to his Mother’s house 
their corn stalks grew nonstop 
giving up so much corn 
that Mother and Son 
worked all day long 
from sunrise to moon fall 

While the white bride 
never lifted a finger 
around the house 
she did not cook 
she did not wash clothe 
she did not sweep the dust 
around the house 
and least of all 
she did not harvest the corn 

The mother was aching all over her bones 
her back was sore 
and feet tired and worst of all 
her hands were bruised and red 

her son likewise 
was tired 
he never slept 
and went from his house to 
the town square to sale 
off the corn 

They had so much yellow 
corn they became so rich 
the could make tortillas 
and chepos 
tamales and toqueres 
all with the corn dough 
that only son and mother made 


And meanwhile the ants next door 
grew resentful 
they steal and get punished for it 
and he tells on them 
gets a bride and lots of corn 

The ants one fine morning talked to the Mother 
and told her that her daughter in law was lazy 
and a brat 
and that she did not have to suffer 
they told her to to make the bride 
clean the house
dust the floor 
to make some food and 
to work in the fields 


And for some time the ants 
and the mother talked 
and the same topic came up 

It did not help 
when the mother went around town 
the people would bring up her daughter in law
and tell her to put her to work 

those red ants only know how to spread rumors and steal 

but ever since those days Mothers and Daughters in law 
have been sworn enemies 

The Mother tired of hearing complains about her daughter in law
made her work one fine summer day 
while her son was out about town 

The Wife ....the son’s bride 
worked in the field 
under the sun 
and she did not stop till the moon and stars 
covered the sky 

When the Son came back to his wife 
she showed him bleeding hands and 
crying wife told him she would abandon 
him and his mother 
and the farm 
and return back home 
to her mother 

And the next day the corn died 
and there was no more them to eat 
or bake into food 

That is what happens 
when your best friends are red ants 
never listen to them...they only know how 
to make your life hell