Manita de Plata

We always called you
Manita de Plata
Little Hands of Silver
Manna--the truest gift
there ever was.
We knew you
before I delivered.
Today you have never been so tired.
More has been handed to you of hardship
than a crew shipwrecked.
But you are stronger for it
though it doesn't feel like it.
Since 5 years old
you had a silver streak
in your golden hair.
Your green eyes could
speak volumes to me.
This last week has
been a nightmare
of misdiagnosis and surgery.
I feared for your life.
I begged to trade mine
as I saw you fade.
What is my life without you?
To see you sleep now
gives me such peace.
Your hands of silver were never handed a
silver spoon.
But you have wealth of heart, mind, and spirit
few have ever known.
You are my hero
and my home.

Martyrs Toast

What can I say politicized me?
Navigating heaps of tragedy.
Watching people bleed to get attention for the masses of dissension.
Tightening belt buckles from second hand stores.
Passing on the sidewalk
children, mothers poor.
Too tired to try
Too humble to cry
Wondering what it's like
When the last speck of will will die.
Clinging to questions about equality
Not prayers to win the lottery
Not just in words but deeds
With every plant began a seed.
Ideas are planted deep
in children when the road is steep.
I was that child who felt the struggle of those abroad and close.
Alive is the cry.
Our blood in the street
is the proof that they need.
Mobilized, immortalized 

To martyrs a toast

 and forever remain close

to our hearts until the end.

We will feel the beat

and march for peace

once you are avenged. 

Dedicated to Q.S.

To Make Every Moment Holy

You have taken up your yoke as a teacher and behind the scenes preacher. You may not fully understand but don't profess to either. Waiting for a sign post. Make holy for the heavenly host. Calling out to Hussain and James the Just. Knowing there are few to trust. Adding to the pillar of a true, new collective. Carry the load and create perspective. Tell me how it is to make a difference. Tell me how to extinguish other's indifference. Over three years of deepest mourning while carrying the light through constant storming. The cradle of civilization will rock. The clock goes slow, goes fast, tick tock. Be satisfied with every moment we've got to push back the rot.

Hand In Glove

Do you know how much I love and miss you darling? Like I can't breathe. I know that we're never really apart, but that doesn't change my broken heart. I adopt your fierce eyes of love. I embrace our forever. We are like an eternal hand in glove. What can I do? What can I sing but La Llorona? I feel your presence around me as radiant as the sun's corona. But I hurt persistently. I am plagued by these gifts. I want to cross the dimension of our rift. I'll find you everywhere in every moment. Perhaps someday God will ease my torment.

River Of Light

What does it say about you

that you won my heart without trying? 

That we simultaneously surrendered to a flood of love that we couldn't see coming? 

What does it say about us 

that with just a touch, a kiss

we become a river of light

a brook of bliss? 

Transported this way and that, careening with no boundaries

towards that star once so

hard to imagine getting to, let alone to hold.