Arizona When Last I was There: Repeal the Laws of Hatred

Arizona! When last I was There, I
was with my Brother Mr. Gomez, Wife
and Child, and made Promise that no Strife
would be Made by my Pen or my Memory.

I abide by my Oaths to the Spirit
but request Permission to Break Silence
on certain Things that will harm none. Evil
was burned in Ceremonial fires.

Peace we Kept for Our History was Written
in the Stars. Let us Flower from the Grains
that were Planted within us, in our Brains
and the Gift of a Heart we've been Given.

Repeal the Laws of Hatred. Ground we've Stood
and withstood the Bane of an Angry Mood.

What has become Salty used to be Sweet. Pluto is no Longer a Planet

Verse, take me Higher, I've seen the Lowside
far and near, it has grown by Dimensions
beyond the Horizon. All of my Season
in Hell has been Brutal. For each seed I'd
eaten of which there were Seven, I've cried
Countless times in Regret at my Hunger.
Por que? Por que? Por que? me toko hacer
poeta y sincera sin Remedio ay
de Mi y de Ti. I pity you, Me,
and the At-risk Imagination said
its Goodbye at last. What was it I Said
to You? When last we spoke you Forbade Me
to Talk of your Crimes. I held back my Tweets.
What has become Salty used to be Sweet.

Ay de mi America, hasta donde llegara Aquella Sombra?

Ay de mi America, hasta donde llegara esta Sombra,
la que hasta un momento pasado pareceria ser
de otra Gramatica, se ha Oscurecido cuantico mas
que antes que mis lineas se me caen sin melodia,
Dire describirlas en Caida, Merced de Harmonia,
Cantenos de otra Cancion.... hasta tenga Piedad
y Prestenos un Nuevo Ritmo, antes que no haiga
corazon con sentido. Se mueren Ideales sin Huellas.
Y Illumine si por Cha ChaCha or Facebook, como
Fuera.  Mientras que no hay Luces, nos Guardamos
nuestro Azucar, el reInfinimiento de Amor al Pueblo
querido el que nos Rechaza sin Caridad. Tristeza Palabra
tan enormes son tus Hilos de la Costura, Somos tejidos
en Busqueda de la Paz y Aun la Paz de la Conciencia.
Parece ser que la Sombra se ha Ensombrado mas,
asi que hagamos nuevo el Verso, por lo menos, esoh.

Dactylic America I begin with You and Introduce you to a Poet Father

C N N...A B C..Rythms of Truth
with no Measure or Modicum Surplass
Ups and Downs, USA, a Three Beat Foot
begins with accented Verse, what Asses
Are..A Burro, always wears a Cross on its Spine.
And even with dignified and Humble
viejitos. "Otra ya te hubiera dejado!"
She's charging her Engine.  She'll keep them alive
And he who believes.Our Rhyming should seek Kind
Truths of Good conduct one to ANother, all
People we must SHelter whether Immigrant,
and Indian. The government has decided  in your Speak you Call
them by Categories, we are all made by Someone,
Someone who works by infinitesimal equality
of Design..Divine Touch on our Universe,
Imagination of Light. Poetry is a lantern in the Windows of Time,
Hour our our Hour we belong together, Cousin.

you strike like Pluto whose Planet is Not.

I recreate what You say by no Choice
of mine. Wouldn't I rather be Free as Birds
of all Stripes and Colors? See my Feathers:
They were burned in Attacks that forced my Voice.
Violeta, Sylvia, Delmira, Julia,
mis Hembras soy de su tribu AmorSer
Libre de la Tristeza Oscura ser martir
del Mundo en que mi Madre fue Esclava
So, here I am, my window half-Blinded
to endure the truths of Burning Energy
that Incinerates the humble Refuge-
seekers. That is my Trouble with you, Crude
Insensitive World, by your Mighty Shots
you strike like Pluto whose Planet is Not.

The Token as Sex Worker as Defied: I Said I am Versed by Association C/S

Not likely, what do you mean? Who are you
to speak of Ideas? How dare you! You
believe you are my Equal? Bend over,
use proper procedure, stay silent where
it concerns the Gentlehuman  Males
who want Some ASS. (THAT--that? that's not even
what Nietzsche said! NO, NO, I don't want
the Job. I hate this situation and
you, you posed as a Friend, you knew my sons....)
"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" he Stared at my Groin.
SEX or Else." Who is in Authority?
but Heathens and culture Vultures. Ethick
ewwwllll Knowledge. There are Liberties, but those
were Concessions as we know and won't be
practiced by me croaked the Frog in a Coat
with his cagey green eyes and his Ah Sighs
at his guilty Charity and self Agg
ranDisement all Designed by Social Justice
Ink that is empty of responsible Trustees.
What does that pill do Alice? I'm not Sure
I think its a Surprised Corruption Scam,
Pow Wow to the left, Pow Wow to the Right,
Right, Right....Get out Indians and Whores but leave
your Ideas, Essence, Tokens we Bought.
We are the Museum of Indolence.
This is Highly Confidential) "How dare
you?  A Person of Color with Rights? Fuck
You, Jose, Fuck You Fuck You FUck You Fuck You Fuck!"

Mitoterita Palabra: grito y canto mi Inocencia.

Mitoterita Palabra

de momentos y suspiros

Anda Luz! !zuL adnA illumina

A esta Onda de un Encantador

Mitotero Ritmo que se  

Consta de perlas susur

ientes. Lengua comprobante

de las Verdades y del amor 

en su dulzuRa, rara  Umbra,
canto en Honor a la inocencia.

And then there are the Gentlemen of Letters like Francisco y Zeta

And then there are the Gentlemen of Letters like Francisco y Zeta

In them you hear a brother not exactly

like your own, but Similar, is that

not my language too? Yes, said 

the Hermanos de poesîa, Welcome,

sister. Whateva I have, its Yours

if you want it--Consensual

Affections, I'm down with That,

I don't use Force in Seduction.

He's Gay, Lyrical, Dead or Alive:

a Gentleman of Letters is known

by his Conduct and Imagination.

So False is the Scholar who is a

sexual harasser or Rapist. 

A Poet works in Truths,

imitated, evoked, or Impossible.

a Las Hermanas de Poesia Con Safos

Tristeza Amable: Kind Sadness to My Literary Sisterhood

Tristeza Amable: Kind Sadness
Your merciful Graces I've known
many Nights of Torrents
those Waters of the Brain,
Angustia in her Countenance,
heroine Madre de las Sirenillas
menores a la Altura Suya.
Nos soN canciones pero Algo
Aparte, la Arte de una Pestana Palabra
llena de Luto por su Estilo, su Ser.
Protegenla mientras que esta Ausente.
Las Jaulas tienen un Tipo de Alegria,
I have my Poets, Emily and Her Heirs,
Sor Juana, Lorna Dee Cervanntes.

Art to Dignify a Wart:I will Rhyme my Way to Freedom's Beauty C/S

Lipstick in Candy flavors, tasteful to the Tongue
and Eye, wearing silk Stockings or Nude
inside the Bath....I can Rhyme with Beauty
though Crudely and with muCous in my Lung.

By my Muse (if I have one) every Vowel
will Chime in Line. The Whooosh of Piquant Words,
of A, E, I, O, U, subjects, objects, Verbs
form a sure spine from which to build a Tail
every Time. The ending sounds will Observe
the Style Petrarch used to Paint his Sweet Love

While others plainly gazed her Cloven Hooves,
Laura was the mold he used to Improve
the Craft of sonnets to change Horrors into Arts
so Fine they're able to Dignify a Wart!