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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Love and Youth on the Border, 1,2,3


1. Where Love and Thought are Woven

One day as I woke up in a Thumbdrive
a 16 plus 2 Sonnet (  Line count Foot)
permeated the space of a moment
that lasted forever in my own mind.

I never thought of leaving left not once
I  sustained what I wrought was replenished
Insubtrusive, oh IDK, a verb
that I now call a Noun "why?" just because

I go to the line where I lost my love
I lament it no doubt as I must, though,
I let it go and return to my thoughts
what thought had woven in and driven out

My love is gone and will never return
And like a willow tree back in Beaumont.
which dripped down its vines as a tribute
proportions of beauty tumultuous


2. The Will of the Wall, Otay Bridge


so sad to see the grated wall supine
like a worm that persists in stone cut dry
as it no longer serves any purpose
but to be an inert object to life
though it is an arc it suffers the strain
though it be of metal is still a brain
it is alive with its substances
of its fabric it is conscience as well
it is not what it never was that makes
a difference to its or even to us
we persevere uncaring of ritual
we live as we do for our survival
and none who lives wants to sample of death
but what about the bridge itself? Its shell
that alone makes it worth more than nothing
it’s as if it has a will of its own


3. Tunnel to my Youth, Wilshire Blvd.

The tunnel is an arcade through it pass
the largest networks for transit of goods
teeming with destinations like wild
just to imagine it blurs the message

you once loved to eat certains foods when young
when every new taste was so delicious
you wanted to go to each restaurant
you never found so many reasons

staying at home was boring and squalid
better to live off Wilshire Boulevard
wake up and head straight to the bakery
then take out a pen and write a few words

you'd sit there and stare out the window
whether or not it sounded beautiful
you wouldn't throw out the bit of paper
to save what could have been lost forever


it's as though it had a will of its own

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

El Flaco a Cantar Llora y Llora, Deportacion


--no me mata la vida no me mata la muerte, D. Agustini

Cada dia que deportan pasan
De un lado al otro el fenomeno
Mientras el escamado pide pan
las muchachas empiezan con miedos
la madre le platica, “no hay paz
mientras las mentiras valen igual.”
La noche de la luna porvenir
No alcanza tan hondo o profundo
porque en este mundo hay que sufrirlo
palabra sincera momento azul.
No hay duda ni falta en amar
Ni A lo que nunca nadie jamas
Habia visto en pesadilla


el flaco a cantar llora llora


http://digitropolos.blogspot.com/2014/03/el-flaco-cantar-llora-y-llora.html This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Momentous Morning

Now while time is light and sighs with moment

when the down of the leaves is expectant

their silver velvet glistens a filament

flames that were retardant becoming green

harken of the day when spring has arrived

leaving everything behind to surmount

the present with its gifts bound to wonder

opening challices open further

forward on its feet the line endures more

disappears to reappear by its force

then the holy answer held to the ear

as silence roars forever more to spare

the quiet of the morning hour here

straddles day and night tomorrow ever.


This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Friday, March 21, 2014

Cilensed Sound

I watch, I wonder who else watches, too?
I perceive I am someone in despair
as suited to poetic purposes
as boring as tuning an instrument

what is obsessive and manic and whole
alphabet assures with one caveat
a fire lights the human within it
the nose, throat, guttural, tongue without vowel

breath-seeking expanding the diaphram
for as falling forward prepares a turn
toward truthful expression urges
the forest between speaking and hearing

the diffrenses between S and C cound
as touched by it the word of a found



This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

A Rose is a Rose Forever Perfume

Peril of rhyme forever perfume is

what has passed makes no difference in it

why it adheres to its music is this

not a reverence for the past gone to bits

but for eternal withdrawal eclipsed

brought to a line to existence within

observed, studied, attached to an instant

though in the earth lies molten its essence

frozen beneath the icicles as mist

seared to stone by a tremendous cinder

and forced to explode for its subsistence

grows from the precipice ancient and course

by becoming itself to unearth its fruit

flourishes against the destructive force

that drives against itself into a rose



This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

She Joined the Crowd and she Went home Later, Tijuana Ba Ca No

http://digitropolos.blogspot.com/2014/03/she-joined-crowd-and-she-went-home.htmlhttp://digitropolos.blogspot.com/2014/03/she-joined-crowd-and-she-went-home.htmlThis Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

The Flower of Verse as a Weaponry

If my verses are weapons so be it.

Did I ask them to come here unheeded?

When they knocked on my temples I ignored them.

But as water seeks its level their grandeur

Would not disappear with their afterwards

"Don't bother me now.  I'm preoccupied."

Doubly their insistence would continue.

"We are not done with you yet said the Muses,"

One seemed a bit shier than the others

who though they were kind were also abstruse

while she merely handed me a wheel.

It spun from my hand a flower in bloom

Silken and green as it grew changed its hue

and in the palm of my hand it was woven











This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Ode to the Epithet

Few words are more powerful, Epithet,
than you, your attitude antiatic,
(a word Marti coined for his verses,
syncretic but postulates of a timber
its roots, leaves, branches, bough and petal,
combines a reflection in candle light
Phosphorous greening a wick in time
brightens fulminating an existence
a je ne sais quo, what do you call it?
In shorthand a Human spirit sandalled
wearing a weave of deciduous silk
alive in the dust powder crystal sands
impressed on the surface's hallowed veil
as it is lifted betrays history
sings into its profoundly heared beating
the pulse of an incubus cautioned yellow
for fear of forgetting, remembered rail..


 This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Lloro un Rio


Las Malas se arman con sus pretextos

buscan manera de hacernos fosos

el anonimo suspiracion del horror

seca el viento sus lagrimas oh no!

polvo regresa ser polvo y carbon

vale la vida un pedazo del sol

la llama mas verde esclarecio

que cada  vez que muere mi hermano

yo tambien lo acompano testigo

salen por de abajo del milagro

que por ser tan brillante al odio

ressonando acrimonio y furor

el Amor que suficiente amplio

llega a la orilla y lloro un rio

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

I love my Father and Mother, a Verse

I love my mother I love my father 
 
each gave everything to make me myself 
 
no andes en la calles estudia
 
there is no better time than forever 
 
my love is more ancient than theatre
 
hay mas tiempo que vida, hijita,
 
on earth were the angels brought together 
 
by mercy its restlessness or passion
 
belief in unbelievability
 
what is beautiful is also precious
 
that Bobby Burn’s built a house in the field
 
with made best plan and dimensioner small
 
to shatter be it all would offend love
 
of a master for a smaller creature
 
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

La Vida Original, Madre

Los cambiazos que saben saber, ay,
 
sale saliendo igual, hijita,
 
no hay nadie en la vida mas triste
 
de tal palo salta la astilla
 
empieza y va creciendo cada vez le arranco un pedazo y le doy
 
despues va salir la luna ay vela
 
hijole esperate quiero decir 
 
lo quise ser shake n bake, sabes como?
 
mira te ensciendio la mente, vealo
 
there’s never going to be another one
 
es special original not 1 more
 
look, showing with the hands, it will ( rupture )
 
no habls asi que pensarian?
 
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

El Pocho Chicano y El Gacho Maniobra

El Pocho Chicano y El Gacho Maniobra
(hay los que luchan toda la vida, Brecht)

At times the only chance you have--it's not easy
so you go becoming a part of it (oh well)
who else gonna go down to the trenches of hell?

the price of a purchase, the petty disasters
imagine how they are in the bedroom, the best?

I doubt it. Have you heard his Spanglish, it's rehearsed.
It has neither the eagerness of a Pocho

nor the chance Chicanos could recognize Ocho
because counting past 1 is atrocious again...

Oh how unsatisfying to know a Gacho
El tipo who'd sell the last dress off of Glamour

SPitting on a martyr a compromised regret
like these old Putos who eat cake with the Monster
and ask for their honor on a silver platter

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Friday, February 28, 2014

El Hueco Cascaron


El Hueco Cascaron es pintado

sea de color azul o rojo

siempre se vende por la docena

rapidos corren a hecharse al carton

“vendame vendame, aqui estoy!”

por su rondez y su delicadez

alzan sus manos, “llevenme otra vez!”

por todo el ambiente no se encuentran

ni con el cria ni con el joven

(si no es para ganarse el cen,

y chupenle la leche al inocente)

Luego cuando hacen fiestas lucen

“yo fui el que me arriesgue por la paz,

sufrenme mi honor regalenme mas!”







This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

El Verso y el Caos

Una cosa que yo veo en el caos
es su similaridad al verso
turba, quita, arrebata el cielo
y un hombre encuentra la solucion
se hace un zero en su nacion
no tiene con quien le cuente al amor
ni es del terciopelo el sueno
todavia sigue siendo ilusion
hechas las mas presas corazones
tiradas y hechas de un ondo
como si fueran animalitos
que con la cara bella del hombre
surge a pensar sobre el alivio
si no para el para sus huesos



This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

El Tigre VoladorThis Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.