Monday, June 27, 2016

A cold piece of work

Hillary Clenton -go fuck yourselfkisses and hugsan orchersted  smile, hand clapping,finger-popping

 lips without smear. living a lie.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Thus Said the Lord: I AM THAT I AM

OMnipotent, OMniscient, OMnipresent -
Without equal  and unblemished
as are snowflakes  and solar flares, 
fire and smoke.
Aumnipotent, Aumniscient, Aumnipresent,
Perfect, without kind and likeness,
as with cobwebs and shadows
auras and raindrops.
Aum-Ah, Aum-Ah, Aum-Ah:
Ah-life, Ah-joy, Ah-pain, Ah-death
Om-Ah, Om-Ah, Om-Ah,
Ah-triumph, Ah-surprise, Ah-pleasure.
Sure as lightening and grains of sands,
 Above and beyond comprehension,
Spotless and sacred:
yAHveh, brAHma, allAH.
Thus said the Lord:  I AM THAT I AM

Saturday, September 15, 2012

To Kevin Christopher Navarro (Little Horse) (Ode)

When the bugle sounds
and leaves abandon trees
and the passage of time
traipse beyond finite reality,
REJOICE. Possibly,the barrier
separating life from death
is not so bad, but a blessing
in disguise.
You have hurtled this illusive sphere
of physical nakedness, shape and form,
where judgmental shadows
do a danse macabre in the background on
phantasmagorical spider webs.
Your wholeness and knowledge remain
in unknowable and undeniable dimensions
free of weighty and backlash baggage
amassed over time by thoughts and deeds.

You are alive forevermore  

in the system of my pulsations,
vibrations and inhalations.
our destiny is renewed and begins
because a pow wow never ends.

Friday, October 14, 2011


She's not that pretty
She's far from being ugly.
She's kinda in between,
She's not that chubby,
She's far from being skinny,
She's kinda in between,
She's not that smart
She's far from being dumb
She's kinda in between.
O, how I love her,
Can't do without her,
She's my love supreme.

She's not that rich,
She's far from being poor,
She's kinda in between,
She's not that bossy,
She's not passive,
She's kinda in between
Oh, how I love her,
truly adore her
She's my peaches and cream,
She's my love supreme.

She's my angel
She's my heaven
She's my earthly queen
She's so insightful,
She's delightful
She's my love supreme,
She's my love supreme

Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Rape (Poem )

The night was drenched in blackness,
only fireflies and cat eyes witnessed
the life and death struggle taking place
in a garbage littered alley. A purse emptied
of contents: lipstick, mascara and money
evidenced splattered blood. High-heeled shoes,
seemingly, toed each other. A scuffle accompanied
by pants and moans, punctuated
a deafening silence.

The woman's eyes, bruised and blank,
lips smeared with the corpuscle of victory
tasted bits of flesh along ridges of her gums.
and between her biting teeth.
The stickiness of blood stained her palm and fingers
She dared not engage the dead man's face

who had tried to rape her
as she pulled the knife from his chest.