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Unveiling

In the golden gleam of fire a dream occurred in me;

my greatest desire in a vision of my future.

Your delicate face was there in the grey gathering mist;

Our two children were dressed in different traditions.

Sakura fell from heaven as angels kissed our faces.

Love was our only weapon,

The darkness was defenseless.

 

The clouds of my elation grew in the rushing wind

while the Sun filled the sky with wondrous light.

Split between primal knowledge and ascension

in the midst of spectral tunnels I wore a laurel crown,

peering through half-haloed rainbows bending like happy frowns.

God’s blood smeared my cheeks with love

and I bathed in that Salvation.

 

My pitiful tears turned to crystals as they fell,

each one shattering with the sound of laughter.

My voice rose around me;

“Dear God, you found me!”

And there was silence in heaven

Just before our eternal One said… 

Chess is the only good game.

Chess is the only good game.

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Ashita to ashita no tame no tanka (tanka for tomorrow, and tomorrow)

A fog-covered pond

Blinking for just a moment

Blessed swan alighted

Subtle motions of heaven

The slow rising sun breaks through

watashino jinsei ni ko wo egaku

shoshite watashi wa kumo kara kiita “Oute!” toiu koe wo

ima wa watashi no bandesu…

I drew a circle around my life

from the cloud I heard a voice say “Check!”

now it’s my turn

A Summer Storm

I said, “Young man this is your mountain top.”
Weather rough, it stills and stops the heart.
To breathe and face our new fears, “let’s climb.”
One foot up and then the next; the climb starts,
goal in mind, eyes set on the peak above,

I know you’re young and not my son to guide
But up we climb against the tide of time

The threat of a thunderous sky surrounds,
the branches break with similar cracks.
A foot above, a foot toward the daylight.
Away you went into the thickest brush
I thought you might in need of help return
(As I slipped over wet stones, struggling with
the heavy weight imposed upon my back:
some books, some clothes, to make the road longer)
but you flew ahead without faltering.

We approached the crest several times
As each new height revealed another new height
Across white stone, through a golden valley,
we climbed again; and atop the last peak
a house, a camp, a lonely stick, alone.
Into the ground buried in rock, it stood.
A monument to some forgotten myths,
as if, the world was better left behind

We looked back over the valley seeing home,
and then descended down a new road.

*This was an assignment for my poetry class. I had to do a Blank Verse Monologue so I wrote this for my nephew Erik Michel Jaimes about a hike we did during a freak thunderstorm this Summer in Big Bear.

I know the standards are pretty high on Tumblr but I took this with my phone. That plus Picasa made this turn out… alright.

I know the standards are pretty high on Tumblr but I took this with my phone. That plus Picasa made this turn out… alright.

The Impenetrable Light (A Holy Dove) 

Released from your freedom you enter me

Corporeal prison, life of the spirit

See the madness of love in the shallows

Frenzied fish gasping for breath and for bread

To become a part of what their Master says

The madness of love still in the shallows

Protect the decay, it breaks and it fades.

Corruption is always nearest the heart

The beauty of God so deep in the shallows

The Sky Reflected Summer (unfinished)

1

If I had the strength to prove my love is true

To protect you from the one who shares his greedy value

The one who said “Baby, my love is you.”

He will go and come back like echoes across the valley

never staying,

to put out his hand,

to reach for the stars in heaven above him

(Like a lost man who writes his thoughts on a porch)

The one who ran away and loved you more.

Can you tell me who loved you more?

2

I know betrayal.

It comes like a steady stream from my hands

My fingers are rivers of hatred pouring over your back

Caressing your laugh with a smile, my own awkward denial.

Am I the foolish step on a wise man’s ladder

Braced against the wall of your fortress?

Stepping on me now but your name is invisible

Without this pressure

I wouldn’t know you’re here at all

To study the Anthropologist Pt. 1

I felt like a miner tearing into the soft soil but hidden under the break away surface was granite. Hard stone and crude tools, I readied my hands with a pick and smile. Swinging hard and fast, hoping to excavate the secrets of an expressionless landscape, my body jolting as the earth blocks my desire. “Surely, she keeps wonderful secrets from me”. 

Today I had to write a sonnet for class…

To pluck the vine and smash the sweet produce,

The warmth of the sun shines upon my habit.

Like a madman, I sip the nectar reduced.

Defrocked nature, heaven’s honey, I grab it,

Smash it, blend it, until no dregs remain.

Discarded skins under the press of my sole.

The sweet residual pulp of my veins

Soaking the spaces of memory holes.

Shiraz, Chianti, valleys of Merlot,

All bred to beat my chest against the wind.

To cry “My moon, tonight you wear your halo!”

Her face shines down says “O boy, have you sinned?”

Laughing in fear but not grasping for breath

Grapes from the vine, wine in my glass resoundeth.

On Going Home

                               rising                  mountains 

The haunting moon           out of the                   of my youth;

Golden in the low of night as I approach the foothills of San Bernardino.

I travel quickly.

The                                                 helium-balloon

        valley                              lone                           half-emptied,

                   opens and like a                                

lightly adrift and slowly ascending she is far beyond my reach.

I drive faster.

Untitled.

You withered the fruitless tree

“Discordia!” The vinedresser sings

An untimely harvest, sweet patience my plea

-

My soil-bed unkempt, You can see

Roots buried deep in loose soil I cling

You the withered the fruitless tree

-

With death in this moment from sin I am free

Yet this drying, pulling, uprooting does sting

An untimely harvest, sweet patience my plea

-

Command me now and I’ll fall to my knee

Chrysanthemums, poetic lexicon, what can I bring?

You withered the fruitless tree

-

I hear there is still a crown by the lee

Worn by a lamb, shepherd, servant and King

An untimely harvest, sweet patience my plea

-

Shadows lengthen, diffused light covers me

Respirations deepen in this my awakening

You withered the fruitless tree

An untimely harvest, sweet patience my plea

The common progression

A sea of gyration

Hands outstretched

Heart outstretched

The world is expanding

With love and understanding

Hands moving; vibrant

Alive, swaying violent

Knees bowed down to worship

Lifting the veil like a loose slip

Kneeling, praying, surrender

Arms aloft in spiritual splendor

Sweet ecstatic loss of self-distinction

One in the crowd, on the brink of extinction

He moves to bow his head to the floor

Like a reverential prayer to the east

But, the Lord understands social demands

In his heart he has become the least

Recoiling there, still close to the floor

And somehow, just a little, further from the Lord.