Peace, Women, Bliss, Clouds

Beautiful daybreak written in cloudpuffs,

If I speak to you through the trees, will you

Respond? Will you tell of where you’ve come from

and how are things over that way padam

padam padam Will you tell me of it

and when I grow, I’ll remember my youth,

spent chasing rainbows through anchored

down hallways, over staircases, and cruel

mockeries. And now that I return in a spiral

engraved with reverse quantities of bliss

bliss that springs from every tip of Life count

of unlimited numerals, Love, Pride, Peace,

Dignity for my People, women, girls,

in the Borderlands States and POET’S RIGHTS.

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It's A Tough Job Blowing Bubbles of Freedom!

It’s a Tough job blowing Bubbles. I’m done

With smalling the sweat and want my Freedom.

Everyday is for Freedom, an Idea

Bubble you can see grow grow Weeeeeee!

Like a Merry-Go-Round of Liberty!

Pride against Papers! Papers which to make

a Cuss Word built of Four Letters. When the Old

Boy with Axes in his Mad Gaze retorts:

“I’ll show you what to do with Four More

useful letters. Suck on my Sagging fronds

of Power.” Three Long hairs where hangs Glamour

of pushers, of mobbers, and lynchers. These

are Heroes? Only as long as Hate succumbs

ultimately to Love Fecund no Justice no Peace!




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SHADRACH VERSES MACHISMO:INTERCULTURAL DISCSPINS

SHADRACH VERSES MACHISMO:INTERCULTURAL DISCSPINS

--after Joan Jett

Machismo doesn’t want to know
macho macho macho macho…
Joan Jett: I’m Vibing your Macho
Song. “It ain’t about your Ego! Noise?
That ain’t nothing New! If you could
only see yourself.” As I do shamed
by your actions too late to be Human
again. Lawyers and Muses? Who
is who? What Fun has this Mousie
your Tractor mowed Over. Over
goes Verse to make Fruits
with its Knowledge and Winter Chill.
To Speak as Browning did to MAKE
REAL the False Philosophies
Of “If there is Sound No one Hears…”
Shadrach, Shadrach, I am that Man.


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OedithOvercomesOppression

Faith where can I find you?
You appeal to my Eyes
I see you Peeking Through me.
The Goblin is waiting.
What can be done?
What is the Fate
of the Hopeless by Design
who Profess and then Digress
without Conscience, permit
violence and Abet it.

Goodness, no wonder
you are only Pretending
to entertain this Crowd
of malcreídos, Self-Idols
are Heroes? Truths
of Similar Fragrance,
euphemisms 911.

I need some Air.
I begin again.
Oxygen
02
Original
Oedith
Overcomes
Oppression



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AnthropollyWog Domain Asseyed: CLICK TITLE

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Queer Freedom for Love Rages

In Less Words
than that last
Hurricane...

You got the East
and I got the West
Let's take it

Down in Fine Letters.

I love Odilia
so it is Best
I remain
in Califas

in Califas
but also with her
in a Drama
of Love Rages
Queer Freedom!






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a Salvageself-made, sir Jones and the Entire of Mirth, Ni Una Mas.

Museprints, Embossed in Solid Gold Diamond
Sterling Mint Words. The UN-suicide Verse.
Humans please hear me. It is your LifeLine,
Why, why, why Else would we be Hear if Words
were not Meant to Stop Wars? With Justice Stressed
into Realizations for Mercy.
Undo that Crime on Jara, Neruda--
Break Not the Hearts of America NO
don't do That. I can see that its Designs
pass through your Mind for I am Different, I
speak a Rhythm you don't think you Know. Let
Go of your Distaste of your Memory.
You will need it to come to Your Senses.
Verses for Yourself, a Salvage self-made:
Jones and the Entire of Mirth, Ni Una Mas.






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Ceaseless Pauses and Pearls of Deep Oysters Imagined and Consumed with Love.

When Justice comes to Dance with Dreams, I will
not Ask, "Why so Long in Arrival?" Yet,
I grow Restless to Throw it Too Hell
in the Aftermath of Crimes and Misdeeds
Passed Over and then Remembered Again
in Alphabetic Dramas. A Sin Fin
that SLows Not nor Rests for a Minute. Dang!
I am so Obsessed with Freedom's Verses, Poems
now and Then, who can Say it? Who can Judge?
Is that the Muse who Wants Sweet, Hot, Salt, Strong
CounterTastes all Combined in a Big Nothing
at All? A Food to a Goddess who Pains
my Head with her Ceaseless Pauses and Pearls
of Deep Oysters Imagined and Love Consumed.



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Made in the Manners with which Histories are Told.

Persons of Personhood and not Haterage:
this Building with Plus de Mal awful Bane,
Misuse, Greed, Lust, Avarice. Now what What?
Your Entrails I will Needs must Re-Arrange?
I see there has arrived the Marauders.
Did they not take Cautions from Doormen's Sighs?
How many Omens and Assignations did they Spurn
as Improbable and Impossible
Cautiously Optimistic Diatribes
on Whores in Disguise as Professors? Where
do such Ilks find a Reason to Subsist.

Those Cooks Maids Lessers Sex Slaves and Servants
have Balls where most Men don't, to Speak Out Pride
has no Language it will not Master Made
in the Manners with which Histories are Told.








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No Woman No Cry: Pain of the Slave's Body

Oooooo
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
I remember when we Used
To sit in the Classrooms
Unwanted Mexicans, Poor
Kinds on Financial Aid.

Dry your tears
No woman no cry
Little darling don’t shed Tears
Strength is the Way
Trouble just Happens
No woman no cry
No woman no cry

That’s not good
Don’t talk about it
Anymore. I have no
Words to say, sister.
The Grief is too large
To subside. “I- I- I
Will Speak of it,
As Williams said:

“If I see ruin for myself and all that I hold dear…
I see also through the lips and tongue and mouth
The Power to Speak of IT!”

The Pain of the Slave’s Torture.





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Why I love Mz Frizzle Versus Sexual Harassment

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An Authentic Life in the Fringes: A Philosophical PriceTag and a Gun

An Authentic Life in the Fringes,
Oh La La La I'm a Modern among
Primitives Pesky Mental Monsters,
their Supreme Reasons, Rationales,
and Investments of False Dogmas
in Sound Alpbabetique! A CrapLoad
of Viliterate Venereal Vices
in Suppression of Purpose and Reason
Imagination is Prone to Sovereign
Souls whose Internal Worth has no Price
Tag that's not Paid in Currency
based on Morals Actions. Silence A Gun?
You're wearing some Floods from Crotchedy
Squalors of 20 Cent Pipe Streams.
Defiendennse en la Frontera donde
el Permiso fue Violado por el Femicidio
Mounstro Malicioso Sin Caridad. Ya Estufas







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Now?! Dos Cuatro Seis Ocho Diez que Marchen!

What are the Demands we are asking For?
Why are all the Smart People getting Worried?
Is it the Revenge of the Nerds of all Time?
Here come the Women bearing Flowers, Xochipili is Here


Xochipili is Here

His sister is Love Goddess XOCHIQUETZAL .
He carries a pointy stick and pokes it
around. If the tip penetrates your heart
you'll fall in love. Tattoo on my Heart, Prince

Nezahuaycoyotl, a flower in Bloom
such as Yours is Pure Art and Aesthetics
A Philosophical quest, and the End
of the Line....Where? Where do we Turn It? Now?!
Dos Cuatro Seis Ocho Diez que Marchen!








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C/S what can they Say? That I'm not Edithic? I'm not Alive, I'm not Human? Straight Up.Poetique Antiki --Una Sombrita de Copales--Lesbique

Out of the Classroom, Let's Walk Out. I Need
Accomodations. And I Know the Stuff You're
saying about Me, my Coutoure Lesbique
my Alrededor (Un Bosque Una Emboscada)
I Hold the Lantern of Youth in my Hands:
It Illuminates a Righteous Path. Doubt
You again about the Location, RHyme,
and the Demands we've Demanded Stick It
where the SUN Don't Shine or Metetelo Donde
no Hay Sol. (Y donde no habra Un
Hombre para taparle su crimen, Bro)
So this is It A Lesbian in Glow:
A Fully Formed Woman's Authority
C/S what can they Say? That I'm not Edithic?
I'm not Alive, I'm not Human? Straight Up.








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Despair, Terror, and Mental Violence. What you Inlaid in my Thoughts Back at You!

Manifiesto Anthropoliwogolo: What you Have Back at You! c/s

Good ol Reginald Horseman gave it Straight
Up: Eugenicists have always enjoyed Tenure
more than Many Poets, Natives, or Nerds,
Blacks, Single Moms, Autistic, or Impaired.

A Vain Oppressor , Academy Oh!
You have pushed one too Many Times Mobbers!
And made a Professor into a Mime
that Recovers and Reverses Each Word

of Hate for the Shame of your RedNecks So
Sublime is My inspiration. Let’s see
if you Have A Spine After all Woggy
Wog who Found it so Swell to Foment Inks

of Despair, Terror, and Mental Violence.
What you Inlaid in my Thoughts Back at You!



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An Endangered Person Poetics: Ana Castillo, Lorna Dee Cervantes, Gloria AnzalduaChicana Poetry 011

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Peace Fights just as Hard as Hate: Maximum Heat NT’s! Disabled? WTF!

EMPTY NT’s

I salute you. You are as Perfect as You
Can Be…Not like a Poem once Grown Up
That can never be Straightened, Editors
There’s no Correction to your Hate Rage

For the Pole of your Normalism seems
more a Pole for Extremism than Dance
And without that Glamour and Radiance
(anAtomically Speaking This is True)

I must Live and Living Endure NT's!
No Worse Distortion than your PreJudice
And Bias that you don't trouble to shade.
This is why my Blissful Freedom I Won

Blissful Freedom with no Sickos or Perves!
In my BaUhaus my Bohemia...Edie!
De todas Maneras Vino de Roja Tinta,
El Color de las COmunistas que se Yo!

No soy MarXista,,,hay OdioS que Ellos
Me Dejan Sufrir por ser su Iconografia.
Ya Estufas Liberales Falsos Machistas
y sin Suficiente para una Yegua Ya Basta!

Y por la ultima Vez, que se Callen
para Dormir bien un Futuro con
Conciencia Limpia. Porque yo Cobro!
Y en pagar esa Deuda, te Salvas.


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IDEAS Ring Students:CLAMOR A LA CONCIENCIA DE LOS VIOLADOS DERECHOS

The race doesn’t end until the Turtle
Wins. Joven que Amo con todo el Ser
De una Violada de Derechos Humanos
Censurada y Discriminada de Manera
Que ya siendo Una Martir me hize otra
Cosa…Rueda de Harmonia Hadense,
Un Poetica Madre Hijos Alumnos y
Ninos todavia Espiritu. Estare contigo
En tus suspiros y tu Mal Humor con todos
Que si te dicen algo sabes que te encojes..
Sin que me pidan les Ofrezco el Pie
De Edith, una Poca mas Lenta que Sigue
El Camino del Sueno Muy Atrasado
Desde el Padre Doctor Martin, Rey
Del Humano como lo dice Nina Simone.
Por que lo mataron? Como que si?
The race doesn’t end until the Turtle Wins.

The race doesn’t end until the Turtle Wins.
Abondonada por su Pueblo, sus Mas
Queridas Mascaras se caen para abajo
Sin Levantar y en Sufrido tan Alegre
Es el Saber que hay Jovenes que Pueden
Mejorar este Mundo el que Tiene que Ser
Suficiente y Mas Mas que Eso un Vehiculo
De Curar la Tristeza de una Lira que Fue
Quemads con su Misma Llama, Bohemia
De Doctora hecha Esclava Sexual de Idea:
De Idea que es Bastante Pensar possible.
Siga Caminante declamo N.Guillen. Siga
Camina y no te Pare Sigue. Camina y no Te
Pare SIgue. Camina y no Te Pare SIgue
Una que se ha HEcho Vieja te Pide.The race
doesn’t end until the Turtle Wins.

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Wins.

We Must Remember How to be Humane (again)

Francisco and I went out to the Church

to register Voters Yesterday.

Yeah Latinos can be  Republican

if they Choose. Mercy, Help Us when they Do.

The Priest quoted Karl Marx and Richard

Hugo.  The heat was over 100.

It was a Miracle I didn’t Fall Over

and the Children were playing with Ants, yes

the children were playing with Ants. The Plight

of our People…they are Your People Too!

For these are our Workers and they bring You

Food, Business, Education, Humor, Love,

Kindness, Presence, and Comprehension. Which

Is Why I’m Telling You:  Anyone There?

We need to learn how to be HUMan agAiN.