Freedom is Love of Beauty

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ANdroid CALAFIA Curses GREED Quotient Dumbth Degrees

It is the Long Short Road to the Future.

We’ve lost so much time on Disasters—Minds!

Stand up on your Toes and Look in the Mirror.

You must admit you are so Beautiful.

I admire your Choice of Fabric:  SILK….

Your Soft Tissues are so Elegant.  Wow.

Might I get a look at those Manuscripts?-

Those you Entrusted so Wonderously?

Poetry, Muse, all of your Company:

You are a Diva, In fact you’re Divine.

A many-handed Android. Sh  She Came,

And when she left she Smiled, Dignified

As she came so did she go FORTH  Un-touched

By the Mediocrity of Masters

Who suppress Humanity by Fracasos –

It’s not that they’re Evil. They’re just this MUCH!     

000 000 000.00

Since they can’t read literature I use MATH.

Incompetent Lunatics without CASH

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I a Boricua Versus Naipul: These are Nobles?

Naipul                  Twin towers               Litmacho Sequence        

And in that combination of evil

Which only a Litmacho would further

So stalk his Wealth and Fame on uncivil,

incredible, untranscendent, impure

art     literal dalliance     Misogyny

Blistering against Heads, Eyes, and Love

Noble Prize Jackal selects his next Neck

and with it arrives just before Dawn Come

inserting stones, soda caps, what is Best

to ensure their Male Dominant ART

These are Heroes who Trip the Ballast      :    DEATH

don’t we have so much SPACE and TIME Chaucer

himself joins up with us Maypole Dancer.

PART II.  ()Puerto Rican Writers and Wrighters and Righters and Riders

I remember Jack slugging it NY

Bit by bit back to an Island: Iron

With which his Style Seared Finely Wrought Ores

Wrestled and Lost Lost Wrestled…Riqueños…

What were you to me Odilia? Tommy

And Dr. Lisa, but each a Clear Stone

Of Thought, a droplet of your Isla     Mine

If it is an Island and I Autist

Turned to Slant at another Latitude,

I mistake myself for One of You,     Why?

Why would I deny I wish were Boricua?

If that’s where a Mulata who lacks Rhyme

Would most Pursue her  Models in Gusto

Williamettes, Williamsburg, and my William

Carlos Williams, BernardoPomona, Victor R.

And my Maestra who gave me her Honor:

(and whose name I will instead spell to Her,

Privately) Alphabetically Yours, I

A Sappho made with your O and ReSpelled

Flew to the Island that Grows within Us,

Death : Only Death can take it from me…. THEN

I am reborn in a Song One of Love

For what Else and who Elsie writes this Song?

And NOT to the One Touted on High.  These

Are Heroes?  And those are Nobles?

I take to my Anonymity      FORCED

And FORCED again until Zero Remained

An Oracle….Perhaps that’s why I fore

Saw  I would be Oppressed and yet Denied

I denied that I too was Vendida

But at least though it is true that I WAS

A NEVER-Become not A  HAS-BEEN

I decided at the age of 18

That Literature was owned by Men, English

English…this is where I could get it Straight.

Starting at ZERO, I become a TEN.

With her O and without it I’m worthless

Either way Life has no Value…..Or DO

It?      That’s what we’re here about, medicines

Off Doctor Williams or their Betrayals

Beats?  Go on and Become Rock Stars go ON

What does it matter to a Stonewall Fire?

That sears with its own Oils and Scents.  SINGED

The Fire of Prometheus contained

in EPImetheus….Fused without Quests

BECAME a Union of Twins….Pandora:

Pandora?  Open IT WIDE WIDER THAN

THAT.  A preview of HOPE Renewed in TIME

For Love my Lady Santos Rivera

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Falling into Infinity: Who am I Rhyme?

What can’t be learned in School is how to mend

the ragged-edges and their carnage, Peace

that has no Precedent is worth War’s Cease.

Why else would we be born if not amend

one Stripe of Matter buoyant, a faucet

Which dispenses what it compenses:  Ruth,

for manifestness, a benevolence,

kinder Measure for a Poem that must 

desist from its Same Self Stimulation

effervesced across Expansive Canvas,

a Hot Air Balloon arisen at last

forwardly frosted Ad Infinitum

who am I that I have no Sentience

and Yet I rhyme and yet I omniscient?

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sustancias ajenas a su sopla: Abuela

Grande Señora Paula, my Madre,

Yo le escribo a Ústed estas lineas

que es como faltarle el respeto

Gloriosa Ojos llenos de Horizontes,

espero justificar un Poem y pedirle

una Prueba de que todo hubo para

algo, algo inesperado

de haberla Vista unas Veces Más

para llenar muchos libros con su Ser,

su imágen, su dulzura. Sonriente,

y con toda la litanía del sufrir

por ser India sin tierra menos

es la pérdida que siente el VientoAire

por sustancias ajenas a su Sopla.

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Mother

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APache and Our Fencelessness

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No don't raise the Veil on Death

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Somehow Across a Velvet Window

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A Thought, Vogue, Style: Odilia's Harlem

As I listen to Aretha Franklin,

“Spanish Harlem,” and remember those days

in La Habana when Odilia called

and woke me up before I’d left the dais.

“Be here in half an hour. Room 19”

We could sense a different way of doing

things with confidence for lover’s nothings.

Did I have like my Lady Oh, a way

to describe a Thought, a Vogue, a Style,

she’d know its weakest point and errors. IF

there could be a way to rid ourselves more

and more of the degradation of Slaves.

“I refuse to work where I can’t be WHO

I am, Spanish Harlem Reprised.” GENIUS.

Las CHicas in Harlem true are Steady.

I recall it well when I was there, LOW,

A Lowrider White as a wedding Dress.

I’d like to get married once (twice) a Day,

and linger in chosen childlessness.

And for all the little girls out there grown

Smarter with each complication, and prone.

She’s making something so incredible

of me.  She is the muse of the Sacred

Art of Woman helping Woman. “Edith,

you are so ….I see why you’re a writer.

And how being the way you are is bad

for you but works in literature.” AGAIN,

if it weren’t for Odilia now, Pains

Pains como los de Vallejo, ay de mí.

When I complained, she knew what knowing was.

A retort to stop the downward plunge of THOUGHT.

“I’m surprised when my friends have these nervous

Breakdowns…If it were cancer, she’d fight it.”

Finer points of being Ghetto-untouched,

Un-squandered, un-colonized, with Odilia.

No sentiment belongs to the gutters.

“I jogged past the dead, the cracked-out, BRUTAL.

Still, there is a part of Harlem in every layer:

As justice grows in its elusiveness,

It also becomes more attainable.

My thesis to Odilia and her Verse:

She knows all of the answers by her ART.

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