Shadow

Reaching in the mirror 

Perception getting clearer

Reaching into the heart

of darkness as the other 

                                        half

my shadow revealed to me

I'm still full of 

               good intentions

Did I forget to mention

I put the light before 

                    the thunder?

Now I see what my enemies have done for me. 

Cataclysm does not phase

Shadow casts the change 

the face to something 

that is not only part of me but  the place of my beginnings 

The remainder of my memory

My only daughter is the joker

My daughter is her father 

who's no longer with us

A shadow of a memory

Who's light and dark were 

were close to Godliness 

A holy man covered in ants

Taking on the plagues 

Our daughter trying to save

until her passion for God 

                               is ablaze

Pleas for Palestine

Who will pick the poppies now that so many children are gone?

Who will give the poppies to the dads and the moms? 

Seeds are smashed below the rubble. 

All the blossoms will not be found. 

The children that are left to cry over burial mounds. 

Where are all the fathers?

Where are all the mothers? 

The Mother of all bombs sent to collectively smother 

all the living beauties

including poppies in Springtime.

The world must watch in horror as the cops of the world commit genocidal crimes. 

The Zionists size up their new beachfront property

Ethnic cleansing, then a selfie sporting a bikini.

The backdrop of corpses and refugee camps, 

hospitals and UN schools, collapsed buildings, to them irrelevant.

All the souls of martyrs, I lay poppies upon your graves.

When will the world rise up against the complicit? 

When will Palestine be saved? 

Your Protection

It's the poetry of pain, suffering the slings and arrows of a long ago outrageous fortune
Crowned high priestess of soft power. I sacrificed myself every morning for God's mercy. 
All with the sun blinding my eyes but finally blowing my mind. 

But misery and pain  becomes a hardened diamond heart. A repetitious head under water. The chatter of normalcy goes on around me until I must slip into some escape dream to quietly suppress the scream. 

There is no power for me now but the highest One. This life is one big rejection. Your protection is knowing that it's really illusion. 

Absinthe of You

It took you 60 years to find out that you were a shaman
They come in twos which is why I was with you. Our esteemed spiritual parents emphasized that we must forever remain tethered. I am the one who keeps us grounded. You, with I as muse, served the mother, the defender from evil and wickedness. We made morning glory liqueur and absinthe too in our beginning years. It was long before we knew the real power of our purpose. The warmth returns to me now in a Christmas tree memory. It was actually snowing.  The Green Faerie tickled our inimical hearts. We were blessed. Blessed beyond comprehension. Our love became our bible and evolution. We embraced belief, and it became knowing. Through my veins your light will be forever flowing. But there is always a gloom in June when my Gemini twin was born to lift the lives of all whom he knew. Wishing that I could celebrate with you my heart.  I wasn't finished. I thought it was just the beginning. I hate to say it but at times it all feels worthless without you. 

Beyond Knowing

I've known such a depth so brave and so grave that the hole just kept on going--

'Til there was no such thing as knowing.

Gracias Las Abejas

Gracias las abejas
You fly between the Springs remembering to attend to the precious things
A feral moment not
                    claimed or taxed
A winter's glove to hide inside
A song to sing for the Queen
You bless with works
                     within the hive
You are a corona to the
continuation of life and time
Besame abeja, y gracias
A drink to you and the vine
The Creator's mensajes
dispel a random harvest
We are one in the sublime.

Felipe En Rosarito

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