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!








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

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!



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

Let's laugh our way through the Pain of Verses. I can show you How! I have heard Pan Play The Beautiful Letters (Blessed Lettres) Students wrote Me

The Beautiful Letters (Blessed Lettres) Students
wrote me when we conducted our Courses--
they are of the Worth of Petrarch to me,
and like the Stitches of a Thread, Sew Hems
of all of my Loose Seams. I'm a Poet
My students Poets too are on Their Way
in Training. I take them by the Hand. Oh,
you have ADD, depression? I hear
You. I understand for how can we be 
Well when our Thoughts are so Large to Manage
while Peeps play at Supreme Races? The Mind
can get a Little or Very Rattled.
Let's laugh our way through the Pain of Verses.
I can show you How! I have heard Pan Play.

Educational Industrial Complex Mandates Boredom Officially

Ugh, how boring is Anger. It's so Hard
to Withstand or Outrun (so Spin It-
Turn it Over, reverse it ti esrever start
New. My 2nd grade Teacher had Wit
that I needed. She says, "let's learn ABC's
Backwards as well as Forward." Bless
her for that Big Clue at 7 Years Old.
Turning things over, Spinning them, What
grace of Nature we are Able to Be
without a Social Agenda. Out Political
Economy, Lobbyists, Perverse
Agents of Officialized Boredom! Pat--
a-Degree (Dude, I'm earning 100k plus
perks, Stationery that says I'm a Doctor.)

Dream Act in Heroic Metrical Dream-A-Lines

Vivi dentro del monstro y conozco sus entranas
I dreamt of wild and oceanic vistas, swam
the beach of Santa Monica and my memory
of your cliffs formed a pedestal for those young dreams.
The seaward facade of my spiritual joy,
sentinel guardian of the imagination,
steward of infinite meaning. I'm your Sister
dear Sappho if but through my exaggeration,
Joan d'Arc, Lucha Reyes, Juana Inez,
and Federico hear me. If not for Sustained
Metaphor I would conceal these Obscure Ruses.
Hello olleH La Conciencia es Urgir
que nos Unamos al Sueno Dream Act.
Mi Sueno se cumplio. Ahora el de Ellos.

Teachers, Profs, Principals for the Dream Act

Intellectuals get the message written
on the E-mails errr Walls in large Bold
print letters? You miss the tree for Forests.
Senores, a la Barra que hay que
Platicar, tomarnos unas Copas
Retoricas...No queda Mas...Menos
la vanidad grotesca sin lavar
las Manos. WTF? I see you-you
Teachers, you seem to be Reticently
withstanding your Irrelevant Woesdom.
When did the Social Workers become all of us?
Wake Up Then! Have a dose of Surreality.
The teacher, scholar, principal you've been
Set-Up? Let's goen unite as a DreamTeam.

Anthony Soltero, My Son was just a Child When he Died

This is a true and tragic song

in decima structure, 8 sounds

across like in Jose Marti’s  

Versos sencillos; count with me.

There was a boy named Anthony,

"--I knew he was special, my First

child. We grew up together.

so we did everything together.

The VicePrincipal just told him

that he was the Dumbest of All

because he "Walked-Out" of school.
He was only a teenager.

He had so many plans and Oh

he had so much Passion. Don’t know

where he got it. Everybody

loved Anthony. He cared about
everyone. He was like that.
He knew that law would hurt his friends.
But we are not immigrants.

His grandparents are but not Us.

I'm from Long Beach and his dad
and I were young but so in love."

Post Script: Anthony Soltero,

Ontario California,

the son of Louise Corrales,

gifted and talented, who died
after he was threatened at school
for expressing his civil rights.

Mr. Samuel Paz, Attorney

for the Soltero family.

Generation X: Those Culture Wars were Scarey. We made it, Now let's Activate

Don’t take it Wrong.  Student Activists Ask

only our consideration.  But being

Young comes with its Inspirations. Recall,

When we were that way?And what were we Told?

Get busy!  Don’t Entertain Liberties.

Join the Crowd or Dare to be Ostracized.

Weve Made our Necessary Compromise.

Let’s carry our Cross and not make it Their’s.

Besides we’ll Earn double Seniority

in the Social Justice Academy.

Maybe our Sexlives will Improve, who Knows?

So we’re Generation X but Let’s update

Our Reputation Now.  We’ve been careful

Too Long, Yuppies are Gone. Let's Activate!

Chicana/o Poet's Tree: Free the Dream Act So Our Young Trees Can Grow

You keep your money; I work for my meals,
but let our arts and languages go free.
Don't ban our Studies by Cruel Decree.
We are self-sustaining. Chicana/o
Poetry grows from its own History
and asks you for nothing. It has Students,
Professors, critics and the Tweeters want
It too! A Trunk of Democracy.
Its leaves of Social Change are Flowering.
Ecology’s no question. We must
care for this Tree to keep strong the struggle
for our Liberty! Its Canopy will shade
You, Locos, Inutiles, Viejos, All!
Yes our Poetic Roots still hold us Tall.

DREAM ACT AND SOCIAL JUSTICE THROUGH EDUCATION AND LEGALIZATION

Our educational system is bridled with reins of the 20th Centry which was bridled with the reins of the 19th Century.   There are still those who believe that there is one right and better way to do everything. While many agree that Universalism is outdated, there seems to have been no successful replacement.   

Today the public has been apprised of the Dream Act movement,  a movement for civic relief of students who are alien minors.  Those for whom the legislation matters most personally have originated and spurred a phenomenal political event, the time for a socially just America to begin.  But the true benefactors of the Dream Act are Americans. America will prosper by incorporation of justice. 

Social injustice serves no one.  For the wealthy and the rest share in the same society.  Everyone is on the dollar system.  Even if they hold assets or credit, the dollar has to continue to not only be a monetary value but it must also grow more civil in order to retain its value and image. Humanity itself is a far richer treasure for it is the basis of meaning. Money represents the exchange of value among people.  Its value grows by circulation.  This truth can be seen on the internet where a new economy is growing—the E-Economy. Though those who do not mind industrializing poverty have an interest in privatizing the E-Economy. 

Food, Education, and Dignity for all people is the law of all just societies.  

Race as a social construction must change.  Direct evidence from the Dream Act Movement indicates that the most juridically disenfranchised, are propelling the project that is America.  That is not a social program nor is it funded by any government or organization.  What the Dream Act has proven is that all people by birth possess inalienable rights.  Yet the poor, the persecuted, and the excluded are dispossessed of their rights by the law itself.  To suggest that they do not deserve to recuperate that right is not only unconstitutional but it is detrimental to the economy.

In a moment of contemplation, I considered the plight of migrant who must set out to cross the desert by foot.  I shuddered with the thought.  For the decision to cross the desert is the decision to accept death.  For even when the traveler arrives here alive, she has carried her death in her arms the entire way. The bodies of the dead have grown too large in number.  How is this decision an illegal one?  If laws are intended to govern the living, they cannot be applied to the dead. 

Yet what makes them dead but the law? 

Cataclysmology

We as a country, yes a country, must as a whole people all-inclusive, begin to look at the earth as our host.  We must stop, reverse, and repair the catastrophicization of our natural environment.  Ecology is outdated.

We need a new term.  Cataclysmology--the study of catastrophic damage to the natural world.  Let it be a new science, for it needs a new definition.  We must study it.  We must apply great energy and we must train all those willing to be trained in the University, without permitting racism to endure.  

Race originally comes from a science that is known as eugenics.  Today, in our institutions of higher learning, this legacy persists.  It does not persist in the people but in their ideas.  Ideas are not meant to out-survive the people who create them. So ideas must be discarded over the course of history.  A snake sheds its skin and has a new one that is better.