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los ojos no ven el pasado, pero van a revelarlo (the eyes don't see the past, but they will reveal it)
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30th Sep 2019 7:50pm
(after T. S. Eliot)
In temple’s dust forgotten,
Constrained by eyeless thought,
With crowns of sand,
We stand in reddened sun,
The ancient columns, the iron rust,
Mantles, where the ancients sought.
Our glass towers now catch the light but not
The answers found in walls of temple’s eyes.
On dark stained oak,
In crystal braziers, sacrifices smoke.
The crimson stains of lips
That older tributes’ stain implies,
The choke of olive’s slip,
2nd Aug 2019 2:56pm
In Honey Gold, a Calm that Clings Unfelt -Sonnet Eighty
In honey gold, a calm that clings unfelt,
The points and twists, the curls and subtle clefts,
Begins in quiet breaths, in darkness melts,
The East burns bright like ancient sunrise left.
How in this canyons’ valley, Godly formed,
The day seems in its start and end reversed.
For last of daily grace, the East conforms,
While sunrise seems, the Western rocks converse.
And in this place where God still daily fares,
Saved from the vice of greed and our disgrace,
So, we can with this God release our cares,
And gain perhaps a...
#nature #God #sonnet
2nd Aug 2019 2:07pm
What if your God Became the Who You Are? – Sonnet Seventy-Nine
What if your God became the “who” you are?
Became the God who hates creations’ grace,
The God condemning those mighty Caesar,
In castigations, holds in caged debase?
The God who sent the Jews to Babylon,
Who only holds Judea in His love,
The God who all Samaritans upon
His curse should fall, his chosen rise above?
Did you forget that Jesus was a Jew?
And Hebrew Lawyers put him to his fate,
And Pilot tried to reason, but their few
Ensured his death, again to make “them” great.
Redeemed? But are you...
30th Jul 2019 2:12pm
The Gurus of my Youth in Junk-Shop Myths – Sonnet Seventy-Eight
The gurus of my youth in junk-shop myths,
In mid-night robes of thrift-store overcoats,
In quart beer vulgate prophesies consist
The mirror of their billboard soapbox hopes.
Like Whitman’s ghost on D.C. streets ignores
The calls of poets hungry 3 A.M.,
The chill of Fall in Summer’s night deplores,
That even he, our modern words condemn.
Our journals filled with cursive runic prose,
Expose our nature of mind’s deconstruct,
Foucault and Derrida, their damned suppose
That subtext held the...
28th Jul 2019 3:31pm
As Moon Converses Slow Its Path Through Night – Sonnet Seventy-Seven
As Moon converses slow its path through night
To charm the stars to form their pictured frames
With songs traverse in brilliant movement’s light
Once sung with grace in godly verses claimed.
Though Sun may gain its sky with slanted dawn,
And seek to quiet Moon’s more subtle songs,
Its orange deranging heat brings frenzy on,
That leaves no quiet place for calm’s belong.
But Moon, in pirouettes of ancient rhyme,
Let’s fractious Sun in spot lit tumult rave.
As heathens will destroy themselves in time,
So vac’ous Sun...
25th Jul 2019 2:58pm
Let Morning’s Rise Paint Red Against the Sky – Sonnet Sevety-Six
Let morning’s rise paint red against the sky,
Betray the coming storm like lightning strikes.
Let businessmen play kings in hatred’s ply,
Incite their rage and feign to build their Reichs.
A time, we stopped the sin of slavery,
A time, we stopped the Native genocide,
A time, we fought, that people should be free,
A time, we sought for Liberty’s reside.
But now the time of hatred has returned,
As histories forgotten soon repeat.
It’s through these blighted thoughts that hatred burns
And claims: the “Neuen Juden” will defeat. ...
23rd Jul 2019 3:59pm
Consider, If You Will, Our Mortal Sin – Sonnet Seventy-Five
Consider, if you will, our mortal sin,
Our blood-stained mouths that harbor blood-stained minds.
How simply parted lips, wet words begin
To shape their creeping natures' thought designs.
The lines so small, the fractures never seen,
In pentacles and swastikas described,
The numbers of the dead leave pages clean
With every voice and cutting pen subscribed.
We few, we happy few, we band of brutes,
With hearts that spray from sleeves so easy sewn,
Cut-throats would better serve to constitute
The truth than syllables...
21st Jul 2019 4:20am
Scott Jennings was a Sleazy Second-Rate - Sonnet Seventy-Four
14th Jul 2019 4:52pm
As Rain Begins to Fall on Angel’s Reach – Sonnet Seventy-Three
13th Jul 2019 2:47pm
In Red and Blue on Rocks of Acton Dawn – Sonnet Seventy-Two
In red and blue on rocks of Acton dawn
The bloody splash, the skin in deathly shade.
The slash across the inner thigh brought on
A letting that no sand or rock betrayed.
The body dumped below the 14’s lights,
A wash off Escondido Canyon Rd.
The killer leaving nothing at the sight,
With head and hands removed so nothing showed.
“It’s not the first, I’ve seen this work before,
This fucker really has his method down.
He knows the ones that everyone ignores,
The hungry ones, the girls ‘just got to town.”
12th Jul 2019 4:00pm
In Dry Arroyo’s Scrub and Desert Night – Sonnet Seventy-One
In dry arroyo’s scrub and desert night,
That oceans kiss in blanket glowing fog.
The streams of raucous, high-speed gunning light,
The blurt and gush of LALA’s glut and clog.
You Angel Queen, you princess donned in hope,
Discovery by agent, not by cops,
In coffee shop and bar, not off-road slope,
Arroyo’s starlet cast as lifeless prop.
Oh sing! you Angel made, you glamoured train,
That pulled the night like Vegas’ girl raging.
That never slept but woke in crusty stains,
The measure of success in crust's gauging.
11th Jul 2019 4:27pm
The Pinkish Lick that Moves in Clefts Austere – Sonnet Seventy
The pinkish lick that moves in clefts austere,
And wakens cock to stretch its neck erect,
To raise its head, in open mouth appear,
That tongue that flicks the space where gift collects.
The morning’s rise that daily brings to life
The spread that soon reveals the valley whole.
Will bring the morning cock compelling’s rife
With instinct tipping mouth’s expel extol.
As slightest slit is graced with honey's hint,
The cock, in call that heaven waits to catch
Exclaims what nature thrills in cries emit,
And in its spread,...
#sun #morning #sonnet
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