The Silence of Words

April 30th, last day of
Poetry Month, arrives
with showers, grey skies,
and sadness. Fitting I
suppose referring to
the old saying, ‘April showers,
May flowers’, those Springtime
colors designed to bring joy,
happiness, and the feeling of
self-worth, of being whole
and seen, alive in wonder.
Instead, this day…Read More

Love Sonnet LXXXVI

For some reason April 29th
hung in the air like a full
moon, its beams finding you
through the open window, and

tickled your skin as you
slept. I watched you
breathing, breasts rising and
falling as the moon beams

frolicked their enthusiasm,
causing you to awaken slightly,
roll on your side,

And settle…Read More

Endings and Beginnings

It was April 28th, a Tuesday, situated
two days closer to May. Something
unclear, vague, shifted just beyond
my sight.

Perhaps it was my over worked
imagination, a mind focused
entirely on the abstraction of
reality, or the discord of a
symphony that was playing
in my head.

Perhaps it was due to…Read More

A KISS #4

“Let’s not speak falsely now
the hour is getting late.”
(Song/poem ‘Along The Watch Tower’, written and sung
by Bob Dylan. But in this case think/imagine this song
sung/played by Jimi Hendrix, the Live Version)

“Excuse me while I kiss the sky”
-Jimi Hendrix, ‘Purple Haze’

Th…Read More

Rainbow Dreams

Today, April 26th, has arrived
with a promise of color,
of something that plays in
our mind like a whisper,
like a dream.

Some dreams
are like candy apples,
sweetly coated
and soft inside;
or, like rainbows,
that rise
and fade into the sky.
And then,
there are the dreams
made of you.

Those dreams,
where your…Read More

Once: No Going Back

It’s the 25th day of Poetry Month,
and this must be said
with the honesty of reality.

There was hope once,
it flowed easily
from Summer’s green fields
strewn with wildflowers,
to Winter’s white,
with snowflakes of individuality.
But, it was a false hope,
one seen through illusion’s eye.
A lie,
told over and ove…Read More

MaryJane’s Last Dance

It was day 23 of Poetry Month
when you walked through the door,
And I said,
“Oh my, my. Oh hell yes”
as my eyes landed on
that party dress;
thigh high red with
a side slit stare, and
I was pulled into your sway.
MaryJane delights
played in my mind,
like how smoke and fog
swirled in kaleidoscope air,
and we be…Read More

Love Sonnet LXXXV

Yaraa, as the stars echo your
name, I give you my heart
(te doy mi corazon).
There is no other way to

say this, as time passes and
you stare at my smile,
see into my nature and
intentions, that you have

given me hope, have given
me love, you have given
me life. Yaraa, you are

my peace (tu eras mi paz),
and…Read More

Love Sonnet LXXXIV

You grab my hand, lead
me onto the floor, spin me
into your embrace, and sway
us into the music.

The music slows, you pull me
closer, our bodies feel the warmth
of the rhythm and the natural passion
of bump and grind. It’s an

older tune we are dancing
to, one that held us in our
youth, and you look at m…Read More

Apache Moon

As I spread out my bedroll
atop the high mesa,
the aroma of pine and pinon
surround the air
and sear the rabbit
roasting over the open flame.

As I settle into the bedroll,
and looking skyward, I
am greeted by the infinity
of glittering stars,
and the rising Apache Moon.

As the legend goes,
if you make a true…Read More

Morning Coffee Thoughts

As the sun rose
on a calm summer morning,
and I faced the four directions,
asking for balance,
understanding,
and grandmother’s wisdom,
the Hawk circled
then landed on the Elm
down by Willow Creek.

I thought at first
it was looking for its morning meal,
but it turned in my direction,
catching my e…Read More

Poetry Day #10

I get so lost sometimes
watching as the world burns,
as centuries of Culture and
Heritage, human lives, are destroyed
for no reason other than who
will be number one among
the billions.

Our world burns,
it cries for our help, our decision
to act and honor what remains
of humanity’s decency, to cast
out the i…Read More

Love Sonnet LXXXIII

Yaraa, my love for you is
radioactive, holding a life
line of ten thousand years.
Its glow shines a path only

you can find, and follow. My
touch can ignite the desire
that pulsates in your blood,
and frees your heart.

The world may end, civilizations
crumble, oceans dry up, the sun
go nova, and space-time…Read More

CRAVING DESTINY

“…… Our hearts and our minds
they’re one and the same
cause you are my kind.”
~~ Santana, featuring Seal (from the album “Shaman”)

Long ago I came to see
how I needed you so;
how the gate and flow
of your textured red legs
would bend and go
on forever filling my mind
with world conquering adventure.
Y…Read More

CONQUERING THESE STORMS

“Everyone wants to go to heaven
but no one wants to die.”
**Peter Tosh

Today is so Spring-like,
the air, smooth with freshness,
the grass seems greener
stretching to reach your touch.
And the sky, so azure
it tastes like mountain running water.
Today it is difficult to realize
winter’s hold…Read More

Diversity

Being a city boy
with Native roots,
I have always loved the feel
of cool, dew-laden grass
licking my toes;
the scent of pine needles
on the forest floor;
the way a blue butterfly
will sometimes land
on your outstretched hand.
As I wrap all these thoughts
inside my heart,
I begin to see the balance of life.
We are, all of…Read More

April Poetry #5

April 5 is just another day
in a year already a fourth
of its life gone. But this day
has no song, unless you want
to count the rhythm and noise
of imperial bombs sent by
the “shining light on top of
the hill”, who has always promised
the grave and the slave. April 5,
just another day where they
say all this hor…Read More

Love Sonnet LXXIX

As I glide smoothly across
the ice, as the cold air assails
my face, I feel like I am
flying. Your face

appears under the ice, staring
up at me. You are smiling,
your hands, upturned, reach
toward me, inviting me to

join you in the cold, wet
waters of this dream. I
fly faster, skates moving

like a blur,…Read More

Steely Dan song meaning theories explained: Aja’s one of my favorites….the “dude ranch above the sea” is a rehab facility, the song’s narrative is about someone getting off the junk (all his “dime-dancing is through”)…In verse two the “hardware” he’s “throwing…Read More

IN SEARCH OF CONSCIOUSNESS

I want to hear the sky speak
of birds flying,
of being blue.
Hear of the Sun’s solar flares
and its encompassing heat.
I want to hear the sky mention
the Earth’s crying rivers
sing the songs of understanding.
So why do they want me
Comatose?
Insane?
Confused about where
we have come from?
~~~
I want to…Read More

POEM #1– Poetry Month

As I step off the back porch,
into the freshly fallen snow,
I look in all four directions
seeking balance in a new day.

As I walk through the snow,
Grandmother speaks to me:

“Aztec, see how the snow
covers and quenches the Crocuses’ thirst;
how their purple or yellow petals
reach for t…Read More

when that doctor asked me “son, how’d ya get in this condition?”
I said “hey sawbones, I’m just carryin’ on an old family tradition”

Just received news of Phil Campbell’s passing at the tender age of 64. He and Wurzel were a driving force behind what I like to call the “Orgasmatron sound”, when Lemmy brought another guitarist on board and made it a 4 piece. Motorhead best album imo

Hope you poets enjoyed a little luck on your Friday 13th! Now time for the Ides of March!! Then a little more luck on St, Patty’s Day!!! All at the tail end of a nasty Mercury retrograde that ends on March 20th!!!! It’s made for a wild month so far. Hey Damian, I heard Eddie Van Halen say in an interview the boys would crank this one before they…Read More

Friday 13th, perfect time to stare at the wall and contemplate existence in unwholesome ways.