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

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?’

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

'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, 

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

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

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

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

sleepless

cicadas and crickets charm me in the night

when my eyes can’t seem to close to sleep

as my thoughts race through and about

with no cares of my body’s need for gentle rest

their cadence is not so dissonant

in the dark and cooling breath of night

as the solitary darkness provides the score

for this nocturnal ensemble

i do so wish to sleep and dream of my laying

on a dandelion, daisy and sunflower pasture

while hummingbirds drink of their nectar

and miracle ‘mariposas’ don their dance

with this reverie of a restful playground

i close my eyes to nocturnal aviary sounds

and through my open window, feel the titillation

of the cool night air as it sooths me finally to sleep

sweet dreams

wings on timeless space

the feather-winged ones manifest

of what our souls are and do in a

world of earthbound tethered beings

they fly and soar in the space where

clouds reside and trees and mountains

hover high to touch the sky

the wind knows of their wings and lets

them ride and play in its breath of air

and look upon the setting sun eye to eye

a lunar face smiles watching them cavort

amidst its darken veil and lights the night

to shine upon their fancy beauty in display 

oh Luna, in my heart at night

…oh Luna in my heart at night

i hear your face is sometimes small

and round sometimes large and cloudy

and sometimeswith a smile and bright

sometimes you change your colors

with the makeup on your face

you go sometimes without it

and then you dress up in

orange-yellow in the dusk of night

there have been songs i’ve heard

written for you and about you, some

melancholy though many are of love,

when two walk hand in hand on grassy

knolls and watch you smile at them

i’ve read, in brail, poems written of you

by Shakespeare, Keats and Shelley, of how 

you make ebb and rise the ocean’s tides,

how you touch the mountain tops by day

and light the sky, at night your beams kiss

the sea and silhouette flights of osprey

i wish that maybe just once i could see the

beauty you bestow upon those eyes that can

see, your breathtaking reflection you mirror

upon the beds of Sea

in my next journey, i need no longer imagine

but actually see you kissing the Universe’s sea

and in that light what mundane heart is left in me,

love poems and songs written, will set me free

marellano

wherefore are thee, love

Love is a vagabond

it is transient and a drifter

may be present one moment

then journeys elsewhere

but always present somewhere

the bounds of its presence

can be intense and blinding

but by its absence, so too,

can it be scathingly brutal

in Life, Love must be present

if not, Life will not thrive for in 

the absence of Love, its warmth

and nurturing, it's giving and sharing,   

it is the nutriment of Life

sometimes Love is seen from afar,

can be heard, its scent smelled but may

not be felt because of its distant vicinity,

too far from the reaches of the heart

and not accessible to its embrace

Love need not have words, unlike

hate which must be learned, Love’s

essence is of universal vibrations

that is manifest in the sunflower that

raises its petals to feel the morning Sun,

the river flowing into the arms of the sea,

the rain when it bathes the Earth, the Tree

then wanting to grow like the Mountain

that kisses the sky and the Wolf when it

howls at the Moon, the Eagle’s screech

whilst soaring in the face of the Sun

all this is of Love without words

when love finds you

when love finds you, the

heart flutters, breath quickens,

eyes glisten under stars

tiny beads of sweat fill the

palms of hands

an unexpected smile evinces

walks on river banks

become memories of

purple blossoms and the waft

of lavender filing the air as

tiny ripples underneath the

river’s water sparkles like

diamonds falling from

the Sun’s rays

                        

the verve of youth

resides within again

and the angst of aging dissipates

into the cool night’s breath

as the lightning bugs

dance in the air

the song and the poem that

the spirit of the Universe recites

… be still my heart

let mine eyes capture the

moon beams kissing the sea by night

and let me feel the warm fingers

of the Sun as it lays them upon

Nature’s breast, by day

so when mine eyes shall close

to rest onto that eternal nocturne

sleep, let me dream these life made

memories that sated my soul,

with my partner’s hand in tow

you know, the one who filled

my heart with Love

i observe the night

supine against the foot of a tree, i peer

upward to the black canvas sky of night

watching the stars hazy light moving in

and out, breathing the night’s cool air

cicadas have decided to chide the quiet

and stillness of darkened sleep reminding

there are some who are nocturnal and

stay up to watch the Moon’s display

i hearken in a stream of thoughts and

memories of the day that’s passed with

wide eyed reverie, not of dreams, while

my heart palpitates slow, fast, slow again

i wander into a euphoria where the cool

air titillates my skin and the waft of night

fills my lungs and mine eyes behold the

darkness and my heart dances with my soul

i feel in touch with the spirit of Earth

as the feet of the tree supports the chakras

in my spine while parsing its stillness and

quiet in its wisdom, sharing it with me

wisdom gentle and free

…i

wish

to see,

hope to

touch and

 smell, hear,

to taste and to

learn about life, to

.…. become its verve

..someone once said to me

you seemingly are a wise man

quickly, i stepped back and said

..i am but a student in his infancy

wisdom, it cannot be explained, but,

..if one observes the tree stand sturdy

then sway in the wind and the eagle fly

overhead watching us and the mountain

stand grand, quiet and still, there, one will

then observe, witness where wisdom resides

so then if i cease to wish, to be, and escape my

‘self’ to become the tree, standing sturdy and free

to let my ‘self’ fly above to observe the mountain top

 just maybe, what is called ‘Wisdom’, will then find me

                     what is gently without gentle

                        or softly without soft and

                          heartfelt without heart

                           or lovely without love

                                the day does not

                                  begin without

                                     the night

awaken with wonder

open my eyes from my ‘querencia’ of sleep

feeling crisp cool shards of night air seeping

through a slightly cracked window that separates

me and the restful cove of my abode from the twilight

and the dangling of night stars and their goings on

so now the rapid movements of my eyes underneath

their blankets closed begin to adjust, to cease from the

dreams that sought shelter from the skirmishes of Life’s

awaken and chaotic restless of the day as i hear the

canorous voices of my feathered friends perched on

trees and bushes just outside my window pane

i peer outside and notice yellow daisies stretching

their yellow petals up, up to touch the fingers of the

morning Sun and so too, the white daisies doing the

same, for it seems there will be enough warmth

and sprinkle of golden rays for all

and the poppies flaunt their purple and maroon

bulbous derbies they wear atop their long sinuous

stems while they also show the daisies that they too

can play amidst the gold and orange canvas being

painted by the Sun’s hand

a hummingbird shutters in to drink the nectar beads

sparkling like rainbow prisms from dew left by the

edges of the night’s eyes on petals of tiny white and

crimson bells tolling their scent and sweetness alongside

the lilies and tulips also dancing with a blowing changing

breeze from an awakened Nature’s breath and sleep

the day begins of this, sharing a new beginning to the human

spirit, allowing it to witness the aesthetic of life’s assay and

to be embraced so to assist in its wanderings through the day

with a smile of wonderment as the soul captures the joy of

what may mitigate the toils of the mundane travails, today