The problem with me II
As you now
May know
The problem
With me
Is the same
Of mother ocean
That will never resist
A full moon pull
Of all of her truths
And convictions
Over a golden sunset
Flooded
With black birds
Flying back home
Life’s Time Dimes
I’ve spent today’s
Life’s time dimes
Cautiously
With rubber checks
As flexible as
The wings
Of the parrot’s couples
That crosses
The bronze sunsets
At my home
Now
The things I’ve been
I have been
A lot of things
During my small,
In Space & Time, life:
The warm meat
At Diablo’s pass
A love call
Echoing between mountains
The one poisoned
Of stupidity’s potion
Claiming for
Illumination
Underneath
Rose cotton clouds
One of three mice
Drowned on a chocolate bowl
That was instead
Depilatory wax
And a lot of things
I’m ashamed to confess now
The day I declared love
Another one of master Zhon:
One day sunrays were drilling
Oriented light wells
Through a threadbare cloud’s rag
From 183 to 357 degrees
Across sunset
One day a cutie black dog
Crossed unpunished the highway
After committed one or two mistakes
On both channels
That day I declared love
Against: Minerals, veggies, animals,
Humans, machines, drones, cyborgs and robots
And over all: You
December offering
This year best grain
The seeds of the next year fruits
Tangerines
Cinnamon
And honey
Are burning too
They are yours
Soil and sun twins
Another December have come
And we must to thank you
Color equations II
Some day’s ends
Are just red
Some have the full specter:
Green, blue, yellow, pink and red
Gray at the begin
Dark at the end
Some life’s ends
Are just pain
Some life’s begins
Are deep green
The cumulative effect
Of all of the day’s ends
And lives´ starts
I’ve witnessed
In my soul
It’s what I’ve tried
To write
At this place
Energy
It is the year of the lord
Two thousand
And no more
The stars were
Just the continuation
Of mountain lights
DNA kept propagating and diverging
As usual
On beds
Even on dry river beds
And master zhon wrote:
“Energy Itself
Does not exist
Except as a God
In my imagination”
Under Canis minor
I am a dog
But I always walk
With my tail raised up
Because you:
“The owner of the link
Where the truth pass through”
In a cloudless sky night
Inhabits a dirty spot
Under canis minor
And you’ll never know why
About bush and wildfire:
Green + Wind = Brown
Brown + Fire = Black
Black + Rain = Green
Boreas
North wind has arrived
Shivering this decrepit year
Makeup its wrinkles
Paint black its gray
Promising us merrymaking
Spring love battles
Autumn’s relaxation
Summer fruits of passion
Are now inside icicles
Snow dust covered
May the earth next year
Pass through another space region
Under more benefic constellations
May the cosmos give us
Better times
Santa’s place
I guess this is the appropriate time
To confess I’ve searching my whole life
The multicolor and intermittent lights
That illuminate the world’s top
At yearend at a place where cold
Cannot go deeper inside bones
Without passing to the other side
So absorbing is my searching
That I haven´t found time
To accumulate nothing
While I’m writing this
I’m surprised how easy
I’ve denied myself my love share
While searching for Santa’s place
Inside city’s guts & marrow bone
Maybe I didn’t love her enough
