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Friday, January 18, 2019

Mary Oliver


Nature’s whispers is the silence i choose,

the fuel for my solitude



the song of the wolf inspires the verve within,

the rustling whispers of the trees educate me



and the wild flowers that ornament the earth,

dress the verdant skirt of all that walks upon it



the wind brings messages from the rivers and streams

of all whose poems lyrics have borrowed from



so i lie here drinking the Sun as the sky dangles it

and the mountains tickle its belly



soon the Eagle flies o’er and let’s me know

the Moon will soon be visiting with all its children



and i shall close mine eyes and pray like you

Mary Oliver (may you rest gently on your bed)

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

immortality called Love


let us dance, so to distract

our wanting to live versus to die,

to consume life with the heart

and not just to rationalize



it is this that will inspire the desire

to be free as a man of ‘flesh and bone’

in a world despicable of words misused

to attain false-hoods through lies



we are in the midst of a transitioning

from the long standing of simplistic

primordial existence, one of blind selfishness

yielding only darkness, into a world of light



we must open our minds to the spirit that

surrounds us, the intrinsic fiber sewed in

the universe, that which is the verve of Life,

the epiphany of Unamuno’s, Gasset’s, Paz’s

life, the desire for immortality; Love

Saturday, November 24, 2018

footsteps left behind

i hope, at minimum, the flower and tree
that i've sat before and underneath,
the wind whose whispers of wisdom 
has kept me company in my solitude, 
the running spring and its residents 

hoping the aves that observe me from above
while i reside in this mundane space on this 
sojourn, they will have witnessed a spirit
sated with the verve of life

for i cherish the air that i breathe,
footsteps that i am leaving behind,
songs that i am singing and words
both spoken and written from a heart
never full but always giving


Monday, November 19, 2018

fire and storms

devastation of storms and floods appear 
then come the hell of fires and words are
said from a tongue of sharpen blades not for 
the sake of pain for loss or sorrow but for the sake
of their own tomorrow 

the flower does not blame the wind
for its loss of petals, the rain for
their wilting, the sun for being parched
with too much heat or for the night
stealing the day

in selfishness and greed there is
no good that comes but a sadness
and lament avails for the souls departed
and all who is left are the lonely and  
the cold hearted






Wednesday, November 14, 2018

foot pritnts

walking along in a slight powder of snow
i look behind and notice no foot prints
is it the brisk cold wind that has blown
away my steps or is it that i may not 
be leaving my foot prints behind?

will my existence in this short sojourn
be remembered let alone noticed or will
the million tiny breaths i've taken, the million
words  i've spoken or written, the many hands
i've touched, will anyone recall that i was here? 

if nothing else, my hope and wish is that
someone will reflect upon my sharing of
the tiniest, if not insignificant, moments
spent sharing tears and joys, my giving of
the pieces of my heart, the love



Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Nature's transition

yellow and russet leaves blanket the still verdant blades of grass
they dance with a shimmy and sparkle from the dew as the morning
sun rises now farther away than in a Summer's day

the large stoma and petals once yellow now a dark brown lay down at
a once vibrant sunflower's feet to recycle with nutrimental loam not to die but to garner Winter's sleep

soon a cold northern Winter wind shall blow and all will be covered
with a blanket of snow whilst houses align in the dawning of a spewing from chimneys a dark grey and white smoke  


Monday, October 22, 2018

be here, now

…so i sit here quiet and still and
in a soft and gentle whisper of my mind
i say to my yesterday 'be gone for i am
you, now' and to my tomorrow i say
'i await you but not now'

for i am the breath of which i breathe, now
i hear the silence and feel the presence
of all that is present around me which allows
me to become my surroundings and escape
the self, becoming selfless

Saturday, October 20, 2018

at this moment

i wish to be a flower or a tree
feel the sun braze my petals and 
the wind ripple through my leaves

to be the mountain kissing the sky
the water that reflects Nature's attire
without care and still to dare

if i could escape but for a moment
the angst of life's travails without
the death of my soul

wander into a euphoric nothingness
and still maintain love's heart and soul
in a moment, i would do so


Monday, October 1, 2018

Reflection of a smile

i saw a smile on a daisy and on
a sunflower, today, when then the
sun touched them with its fingertips
their smiles were cast upon their feet

and i watched the sparkle of water on a
running stream as silhouettes danced
from the maple and oak standing on its
banks admiring their reflection unabashedly

a curious robin flies o’er and rests
on a limb of the oak to see what they’re
admiring and it too sees its reflection
and begins to whistle with glee

as i sat down i heard the whisper of
the wind say to me…’if you look into the
stream your reflection will be carried to
the river’s end  onto the sea when then the
moon at night will share its smile in perpetuity’


Thursday, September 20, 2018

asking, of Love

do you come from my heart
or do you reside in my soul,
for sometimes i feel you in
the depths of my gut and
inside every teardrop trickling
down my cheeks to my toes

if you are omnipresent do you  
feel pain, angst and sadness,
understand the hurtful absence
in the departure of love ones
and do you battle with the
evilness that is called hate

my ‘being’ senses that the
spirit of the universe is much
grander than even my imaginings,
that it encompasses that which i
know and that which i don’t, a
balance of all

and so if i can ask a favor, Love;
will you be my friend, my mentor,
be the conduit to understanding
from whence i came and from
whilst my journey will take me,

will you hold my hand?

Sunday, September 16, 2018

remember my song

when i depart from this Earthly sojourn
will you remember me for the words i wrote
those which i spoke and that which i did,
for those who i chose to walk beside that
shared a common tone and some that didn’t,
the hugs and embraces, the gift of friendship?

shall my legacy withstand the scrutiny of your
memory of me whilst we became disheartened
with each other’s unfulfilled expectations, then
yielding angered words flung at each other
or will you remember the hearty laughs we
shared, the quiet tears and subtle smiles?

will you remember the music that i played on
my guitar, the songs i sang for me and for you,
the dances we danced, the holding of hands when
we walked along the river’s bend and sandy beeches
between our toes until the crimson Sun laid down 
to rest in the horizon, the Moon then smiled at us?

i know that wherever my soul resides in its next
abode and if by chance it maintains the mundane
spirit of memory, it will remember all this but
most of all it will recall that we bathed each other
in Love. soon our souls will be as one, again


marellano

thought i was healing

for a moment i thought i was healing
healing from the vitriol spewed by haters
i thought mine eyes would be given a respite
from the impoverishment they have witnessed
not just by the homeless and the hungry, but also
children left alone by heartless humans not just by
separation like caged animals but so too from bombs

though my tears have waned my heart still wanders
about lonely and in pain from continued uncaring
humans who only want more of this and that,
caring little for those who have much less
if anything at all and most unfortunate
that their souls are sad and lonely

and hearts are empty of Love

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

my flower friend

there’s this flower that stares at me
when i walk outside to greet the day
Its golden pedals and a crimson smile
stands at attention in its Spring attire

i sit in front of it without words spoken,
quiet and still, we both stare at each other
in reflection until dusk veils o’er our faces
and then the moon, at us, glances

when summer warms our dress and we
awaken, one glistening in dew the other
in sweat, both still awaken with aspirations
to praise the day under the sun’s array

so then when the cool of Autumn arrives
it asks of us to change into our Fall display
we embrace its request and welcome the
season and change into the color of russet

soon the cool winds will blow and in the
cold, my friend’s golden pedals will drop
to lay down and sleep and so too my soul
will take a reprieve in the Winter’s gray  

and i shall, in the quiet of my room, sit
before the mirror in reflection with arms
folded like golden pedals, cheeks on my
face turned crimson from Winter’s cold,
will become, within, my friend the flower



heart versus soul

sometimes i feel the strife within
as too much of a struggle
theirs an anguish of disconcerting
and of disenchantment

i try to see good but mine eyes at this
moment can only see a fog or of nebulous
at best squelching my inspiration and
desire to find joy

not self pity but a recognition of my
occasional descending state of mind
into a space without light, unable to feel
my way even with arms stretched out

so empty is that sense when wanting love’s
presence and it seems to be beyond my grasp
when once i thought I saw its glow, my heart
followed the light only to find a void

i think the soul, not being of this world,
does not understand this heart’s mundane
grief and pain and asks the question……….
‘you wish for me to leave or stay another day?’


Tuesday, September 4, 2018

my flower friend

there’s this flower that stares at me
when i walk outside to greet the day
Its golden pedals and a crimson smile
stands at attention in its Spring attire

i sit in front of it without words spoken,
quiet and still, we both stare at each other
in reflection until dusk veils o’er our faces
and then the moon, at us, glances

when summer warms our dress and we
awaken, one glistening in dew the other
in sweat, both still awaken with aspirations
to praise the day under the sun’s array

so then when the cool of Autumn arrives
it asks of us to change into our Fall display
we embrace its request and welcome the
season and change into the color of russet

soon the cool winds will blow and in the
cold, my friend’s golden pedals will drop
to lay down and sleep and so too my soul
will take a reprieve in the Winter’s gray  

and i shall, in the quiet of my room, sit
before the mirror in reflection with arms
folded like golden pedals, cheeks on my
face turned crimson from Winter’s cold,
will become, within, my friend the flower

Thursday, April 5, 2018

'if forever is tomorrow'

if forever comes to mean…just until tomorrow
then let us hold each other tight under night’s
light, not to sleep but to Love until the last
minute of our last hour, 

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

the visit of forever sleep

oh sleep, you have abandoned me
you only visit on occasion and when
you do, it’s but for a moment or two

i realize that i make little room for you
with thoughts of abandoned children
whose life on earth is hell, scared of
waking to explosions that have already
taken brothers, sisters, mom and dad

oh sleep, come and visit just for a while
so that my body will regain its strength
and my heart and soul its rest

soon the ache in my heart for the hungry
who feel abandoned by humankind
shall subside and the pain of sorrow
for those discarded to the wayside because
they’ve been deemed a burden shall wane

i wish to dream of oceans and streams, of
Mountains and trees, of fauna skirting about
joyfully amidst the waft of flora in a gentle breeze

i shall cease from allowing the words of a tyrant
engulfing my mindset, affronting my every step of
my waking hours with the oppression of his imposing
dictates that have duped a flock of followers who
care little about the hearts and minds of others

oh sleep, i shall make room for you to visit soon
once the love of my life feels comforted in that
her health will be rejuvenated to where she
and i shall walk hand in hand along the sandy
beach, morning to dusk, where we’ll then lay down

together for that long forever restful sleep

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

love, you left my heart

i ask my heart
…why comes your pain
…you make mine eyes tear
…my breath is quicken
…my soul despair?

…pangs from waning love
…seeing lonely and uncaring
…the air is poisoned not of soot
…the chime of hope disappeared?

i ask from Love
…where have you gone
…is there no one to share
…has your spirit left my heart
…are you no longer one?

in the reveries of days
   the wind blows briskly by
       i watch the blackbirds fly
          the white cottons kiss the sky
             my dreams ask the question why

and so, bathed in sadness, i wait


Wednesday, November 22, 2017

letter of gratitude

to all you wonderful artists, writers, etc.
i have not written or shared my words in this
venue for some time because i was beginning to
get the feeling that my heart, my soul, the spirit
of my words were maybe not garnering the eyes of
the diversity of readers in a more common place.  

many of you are so much more talented than myself
in this writing format of communication both coming
from an academic side as well as possibly in the artistic
realm with words in general and sometimes i would get
the impression that my contribution was viewed in such.

my words come directly as i think them and directly from
my heart and soul. they speak of what my eyes see, what
my ears hear, what i sense, all in the realm of that common
theme called ‘Love’. i enjoy expressing my love of this life
through my words, my music and enjoy all of your works
and words for they touch me and fulfill my sense of being

i now, utilize a more general social media conduit for the
purpose of possibly connecting in some small way with
those people not necessarily in the coterie of artist, writers,
authors. i have witnessed that there are consumers of my
words in this venue who are touched without the predis-
position of academic or artistic judgment but just ‘touched’.

i guess this is my way of expanding my wings to experience
the wind that had not flowed underneath them for sometime.
selfishly, i herald this experience in the open environment
that so needs some creative injection with a sense of kind
energy that may, but for a moment, distract from a less
than kind and loving environment.

i wish to let you all know that many if not most of you
have inspired my words, my heart and soul, my being.
gracias for sharing yourselves with us who are in need
of continuous creative stimulation and inspiration. Enjoy
whatever celebrations you all participate at this time
of the year

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

sadness of hate

sometimes the tears come
and they fall unceasingly unbeknownst
of their cause, of their pain

there are wailing cries and moans
of deep hurtful pangs and shards of
distress piercing a heart in chains

seeing life’s descent with mournful
loneliness in the souls discontent when
in love’s absence a void filled with portent

eyes watching in horror, heart racing in angst
is this life’s ending sorrow with no more
Sunrises to witness, no more of love’s embrace