Sometimes ...
you have to get old
to be young
Sometimes ...
you have to step back
to then run
Sometimes ...
intention is more
than it seems
Sometimes ...
what’s real only comes
— in a dream
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Por Que Pig asked why Jews do not pigs buy
Petunia answered him with a deep sigh
It’s because we aren’t kosher
Then, losing her composure
If Jesus Christ were only a rabbi...
This is the poem,
I will be bestowing,
As attached to the hip,
With a little bit,
Of some lipstick smeared ,
Ridiculously spit,
In the middle of a fit,
Dug out of a pit,
Smitten and bitten by one made to stick,
Not only the little but also big hitting kits,
Of the middle-of-the road slick Tick-Tok shivs,
Al son
qué te toquen, baila.
Solía vivir
dando consejos--
mi amada abuela,
santa vieja,
madre
de mamá.
Al son
qué te toquen, ríe.
Con fe, pídele al cielo--
Sí la esperanza está
puesta sólo en Dios--
enfrentarás los desafíos
e vencerás
toda maldad.
Al son
qué te toquen, brilla.
Quel esplendor
de esa sonrisa
pura, amistosa
y tierna--
aullentara
la soledad.
Al son
qué te toquen, reza.
En los festines,
darle gracias por Su bendición.
O juntó a mí tumba--
qué humedecida quedará,
con tú lamento en duelo
y gritos de dolor.
Alaba igual al Señor,
porqué El--
contigo estará.
In the sub jove frigido land of fire’s
bellezza mångata, the mysteriarch’s
mamihlapinatapai wrapped around
his wonderwall much in the way
wrabbed cats pr-ove their ataraxia by
wrapping their oneiric atara
around foilsick ailurophiles as nepenthe
for their companion’s bereaved love,
henotic ambrosia for the sonder of star-
eyed lovers with silent soliloquies
Mas que nada
I just want to live
My life for God
God is my Father people
Please people
Don't put ideas on my head
That I am doing a bad thing
Living For God
People I want to make my Father happy
And that is what he is expecting from me
I guess I'm just a dreamer
Outside reality
I'm on a path that stretches on
The end I can't now see
But I've determination
That's one aspect of me
Plus endless dedication
Though what will be, will be
4/12/2025
let us remember that we are spiritual beings,
and see God’s design and plan in everything.
with eternal gratitude at each golden dawning,
find you not fretful, complaining and moaning.
you add nothing to this day with your complaining,
playing a ‘victim in life’ is a waste and is dismaying.
mutiple rainbows for us, are in the very making.
do not destroy poet souls, just to enjoy the breaking!
Para discernir Herir intencionalmente que sin intención duele
Envolver estas vasijas espirituales para discernir
provocado y desenterrado
aprovechando especiales
Herida intencionalmente que sin intención duele
heridas abiertas filtran valor
en pedales somnolientos
que determinan moral y ética.
Para discernir
Reflexiones confirman
Velos armonizan lucha con lo inestable
Herida intencionalmente que sin intención duele
Práctica y ensayo de discernimiento
Para llevar el equilibrio al nivel.
Para discernir.
Quizás solo ocurrió alguna vez.
Luchas espirituales y emocionales
Herida intencionalmente que sin intención duele. Para discernir.
Siempre tendré que competir
Siempre tendré que competir.
Sufrimos una pérdida porque te sorprendieron.
Llevaba lentes de color rosa.
Eso cortó la conexión.
Cuanto más me ponía al día, más se desgarraban mis sentimientos.
Siempre tendré que competir.
Esa no soy yo.
Puedo irme.
Es una manía.
Solo quiero ser el principal obstáculo.
Por decir lo menos
En conclusión, ¿dónde estábamos destinados a estar?
Si siempre tengo que competir.
Podría mostrarte mi derrota.
Y lo que significa para mí.
Esc Que Vous Avez,
Le Pensez de Prend?!
Le Portrait, .... Vivaldi,
De Louvre, .... In Song?!
Que hablo Diablo?
I missed that metaphor;
All the smoke and mirrors,
crazy like Dead Man’s Curve;
Head on crash, it figures;
Que hablo Diablo?
Your tongue sounds so foreign;
It’s way too seductive,
listeners lose control;
Is chaos the motive?
Que hablo Diablo?
Why’d you break your silence?
Is it my fire you want?
That righteous part of me
described as termagant?
Que hablo Diablo?
You’ll never be granted
the key to full access;
I have an armored shield
built of poet’s madness.
I am a fancy cat with patterns on my back.
My tail is pretty, I am sharp as a tack.
Better clear away, stand away, Mo and Mack.
Up close you might see my beauty and have a heart attack.
Mo and Mack were not amused in the least.
The conceitedness that comes off of this little beast!
Don’t forget we are your parents, they told fancy cat.
Better speak to us with respect. If not, there’s the mat.
Don't sublet your heart
across the sea
I feel the ease
of the incoming breeze
midnight Hollywood
Unvain your heart
play your favourite song
its telling me
we are getting closer
feeders filled with seed
each bird waiting for their turn
squirrels have the floor
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