Winter Wind

blow my hair so softly winter wind,
alas! my dear friend "winter cold",
i can feel your touch from the western sky,
that slows the movement of thought and a shivering soul...

you bring stillness,  silence, a chill in the air,
a season of hibernation, laziness,
a season where everything dies a little,
oh a season so bleak and lifeless you wear...

the days are short and fill with such delight,
oh today  i  lack the light of sunlight,
you manage to take away the sun,
that only hangs so thin between night and night...

i will bundle my soul, in the calmness,
in the winter wind of the falling snow,
and i will ascend into the wilderness,
and embrace the beauty you posses!

i have so comely departed the joys of summer,
now i must celebrate the warmth amidst chilly weather!

The Flute

 The Flute

oh so hollow, so empty, with this precisely you lure,
the purified human voice cries an expression of longing,
through the hollow reed your emptiness gives a sound so pure...

oh the spiritual breath flows through the hollow reed,
parallel with the spine the human being is a living flute,
a soft hum, a quiet ringing, a endless bliss of living music is heard...

oh whisper in my ear the soothing tune of a wooden flute,
without conflict, so soft, so gentle,  i embrace your divine sound,
and now throughout the body the sound of the enchanted flute is felt...

the birds will sit in silence at the mouth of the living flute,
and silently the moon will arrive in the reflection of still water,
and the divine sound of love, life, dreams will flow through the hollow reed.

Hidden on the Moon (in shades of gray)

When full,  she is a beacon in the night
And at half she is yet a guiding light...

When eclipsed,  she is a whole in the sky
A blindness inflicted on the poet's eye...

For it truly is the Moonlight's Presence
That inflames romances very essences...

She turns the darkness of night into day
Blending black and white for shades of gray...

A shining sphere to light the pathway to your dreams
I see a touch of love upon your face,
and the Moonlight in your eyes filled with impossible dreams.

A glimps of our fading traditions, culture, and language.

Some things that i read, noticed, in today's generation, our advancing technology, capitalism, consumerism, has a deep impact on our traditions, culture, our language as the Dine', it is fading. Not only just in my culture, but all cultures around the world. I think that rituals and traditions are very important for every culture. They’re how we pass down our culture’s heritage and history. Without them, we loose something. That’s why it’s so important that we, as a society, take measures to preserve dying languages and cultures. It’s valuable to everyone to learn about all sorts of cultures, but I believe it’s especially important for people to have a connection with their own heritage. There’s a real value to be gained from knowing the history and traditions of one’s own people—it lets you feel connected to your ancestors. A sense of cultural pride can be very empowering to young people. I think that the people living in Navajo Nation who work to preserve the Navajo language and traditions have the right idea. People should be able to succeed in the modern world without assimilating to the point that they lose their identity. Be proud of who you are, and teach your kids, all children the importance of who they truly are.

I am the Night Watcher

Our horizon sinks and pinhole lights
of stars begin to gleam
languidly i stand waiting for the moon
I smile a fragile smile and think
now this must be my time
A perfect balance between worlds
between lightness and the darkness.

the hour of choice...

 Al Gore-
One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears
In midnight sun
Vapors rise as
Fever settles on an acid sea
Neptune's bones dissolve
Snow glides from the mountain
Ice fathers floods for a season
A hard rain comes quickly
Then dirt is parched
Kindling is placed in the forest
For the lightning's celebration
Unknown creatures
Take their leave, unmourned
Horsemen ready their stirrups
Passion seeks heroes and friends
The bell of the city
On the hill is rung
The shepherd cries
The hour of choosing has arrived

What my soul intends

a whisper from the wind its never to far,
its never to late to blend in with nature,
the serene colors awaits your deep existence,
the mountain whispered on the edge of forever....

the endless linings of withered trees,
the chilling sounds of autumn breeze,
the resounding birds from down below,
so limitless and free with awing joy,
oh i embrace you at the birth of dawn,
what beauty you posses yet to spawn,
i am just a creature bound to the ground,
but on this  mountain i feel a sacred bond.

i want to be far in the mountain wilderness,
and i will travel far as my soul intends,
i want to be in the depths of the darkest forest,
where the sun will slip a warmth of light on my shadowy face.

My Sacred Mirror

how deep is my mirror, the mystery it holds,
bestowing all truth i hold inside...
the beams of truth to shine on Earth at night,
my worthy mirror hangs on a wall out of sight...

beckoning for the reflection of an autumn tree,
deep in a forest it hangs from the wide blue sky...
reflecting the setting sun on a faceless soul,
my secret mirror reveals lifes colors on natures soul...

upon reflecting a gentle storm, from which water will flow,
cleansing my soul to be renewed...
life will spring again from the murky ground,
my sacred mirror is reborn on the walls of the unknown...

within the sacred mirror is where my life resides,
it holds the truth and all the love i hold inside...
like natures way it holds lifes colors, all joy and woe,
my sacred mirror reveals life and death....
and all the mysteries from which i must grow.

The change of season...autumn.

We sit beside the autumn river
    in which the sunlight shimmers...
I embrace the most beautiful one of all
    she shares with me a fair smile...
We surrender our thoughts as we sit
    and adore the most beautiful scene...
The autumn wind brings shivering
    colors of a comely scene...

Silent echo of the northern wind...
Summer insects from which they run...
Glistening leaves on the tips of tree...
Flowers swaying in a chilling breeze...
    Which brings the change of season,
    to our eyes with a lofty ease.

Awakening Voice

so alone i lay in a bed of grey clouds,
in a dreamy room of forgotten sounds...
i lay my head on the pillow of dreams,
waiting and waiting for the sounds of sparkling streams.

so afraid what does this night intend,
so truly deep, i cannot feel or see the end...
i remember drifting deeper, and deeper into this safe place,
into this new dimension oh forgive me now my eternal vise.

the luxuriant transition is pure, lurid, and deep,
filled with silence and unclouded scenes of thought...
surrounded by a brilliant moonlight,
i only imagine a silver moon floating on a starry night...

it is 3 a.m., life has embraced complete nothingness,
and the ghostly moon has appeared at the end of night...
oh is it a dream beneath my skin begging for escape, who is it i hear
an awakening voice calling my name, again, and again, so far but yet so near...

...the room is empty, the house is empty, the world is empty,
yet  the voice is heard with no one there.

Life

Life...

rare,

precious,

mysterious,

constant motion only silence, silenced.....by death.

Loose Orbit

This day saw beyond our weakness
in the realm of weightlessness,
objects tend to drift and swim in reverse,
and the river will flow into the midnight sky...

oh the black sky filled with delicate bright stars
the lust, the romance of star clusters and night,
through the loose orbit of a dividing line,
this transition into the dark is gradual and lovely...

This day saw the surrounding of the earths sphere.

Lost

hollow footsteps, cloaked by night
of sadness known through tortured sight
the willow weeps for solitude
as an owl moans a gloomy interlude.
reflection in the glossy lake
if i should die before i wake...
a tear shatters the silent face
that seeks solace in this deserted place
wind whispers through the willows leaves,
and the owl, perched high silently grieves.
forever lost, each journey taken
plagues the mind, the nights awaken
troubled visions, thoughts of yesterdays
that seems like beacons, silently lives away....
random comforts cannot ease this soul,
for knowledge takes its weary toll
the one who suffers with each breath,
shall remain lost haunted by death.

Birth

Look into our
Western hemisphere
Through the eyes of sky
Beyond the outermost star
The moon
The clouds
Into our child
Beyond their dreams of infancy.

A sudden feel
For something to see
Through all sacred beings
Beyond the massive sea
The desert
The mountains
Into our child
Beyond their birth is legacy.

City of copulation

The raw streets are filled with love
Naked lights, filthy minds, sheer virgins
That lick and spread for exotic sins
The veins have harden for the city of love

The oral sound of intercourse ends at dawn
Penetrating cars and a evening whore
Amid the odor of lust and a cry for more
And the city moans on and on till dawn.

Silvery dreams in the crystal castle

Palace of silver dreams shelter me now
From the chilling words of winter
And the winds that speak darker
Hide me now from the ghostly shadow

Where life fades into another realm
Of soft flesh and silver candles
Now we are free inside the castle
So warm I cannot flee this dream

The crystal image of a burning candle
Appears at the dawn of infancy
Embracing the dream of luxury
And I lay at your side an infant child

So faithful and pure like a distant star
We run, dance aimlessly without fright
What could be evermore grandeur tonight
Than a silvery dream of endless pleasure

This is the sanctuary that I seek
Ever thing is so near just a dream away
I wish I could find another way to stay
But for now I must flee for soon I will awake.

The journey of words

Words, devour my mind
Everything remains within
Within the universal tongue
So comely they argue
Of books and ancient brains
And the passage of thought trains
Oh the language I suffer
Push the words a little deeper
In all mystic colors and sound
Are the words that devour my mind.

Forbidden scenes

I awake another day and all the kids are horrified
Seems yesterdays tears remain the same
So short it seems another child left to blame
And I embrace my mother for she has fallen terrified.

The worst of me has become so alive and wild
As we feast on the finest of all wine
Everything appears to be so numb and divine
Now let me tell you about blackouts and the lost of a child

Dire needs and on and on into the bliss
Without conscience we fall into another blackout
In fascination of, perhaps another naked cunt
Or maybe death which we always seem to insist.

Driven by madness we wonder hopeless
Only to fall back into yesterdays forbidden scene
Kids so sad to see you like this again
Inebriated by noon everything feels so lifeless.

In our fainting hour all that’s impossible has become
Undying divisions and quadrants of living colors
One more for the drunken sailors and mid-night lovers
And then the whole world comes to an end for some.

To the bros, foes and the most beautiful one of all
I embrace another bottle of forbidden scenes
For we shall never know what the night brings
And its always hard to imagine death awaits us all.

Spanish church

Oh the stunning Latina girls of azure
Welcome me inside your Spanish church
How foolish of me but twice I look
At the flawless curve in your flank.

A look into the unknown

It should not be hard for you
To stop sometimes and look into
The stains of walls, or ashes of fire,
Or stormy nights of mid summer clouds,
Or like places in which you may find really marvelous ideas.

Valley of Elysium

How beauteous we lay in the midst of time
Among the swaying forest of summer rain
So peaceful and calm the earth is reborn
And the valley has regained sunset and dawn
Now we must remain till the end of time.

Musing in the mire

And again here I muse in the mire
Chasing the western dream of desire
In the unbearable season of azure
Lies the European candles of pleasure.

How foolish of me to wander endless
Through dark channels boundless by death
In hopeless nights for those yet to dream
Of roman candles waiting to scream.

Wandering, wandering, so limitless for all
In the darkest hour of a liquid funeral
Comes our undying sun shifting a new shadow
Upon all birth conquering death I follow.

The most prolific age of time is yet to become
In the nearest dream all flowers shall bloom
And the desire for more will conspire
At the mouth of breast I shall devour.

And again here in the loose orbit of once upon a time
I follow the winds of chimes in the western dream
And I find myself in the eternal season of winter
With shivering candles musing in the mire……

Now and forever

Today stands between yesterday and tomorrow
And forms a link between past and future
All of life truly exists only at this instant,
For it has no other meaning.
The present now is a process of transition
So live now forever, like it’s the last day of your life……..

A place call home

I have never seen such a place
So comely in its own quiet hour
The hour of divine light on a dreamy face
In the mere appearance of silence I devour

A moment before the sun and the hidden moon
Lies our ancient ruin in a monumental stance
How beatific visions become so alone
At the moment of grace in our lasting truce.

Undying smiles at the entrance of summer green
In wondrous colors of flowers forever bloom
On this side of nature is the most beautiful scene
In all dreamy colors of moments before a gentle rain.

At the final destination of the setting sun
Within the driving forest I embrace home
Such a place of warmth has all become
Your heart is your home from which you’ve grown.

You

Is that you
Your gentle voice I hear
The winds that carry
The chimes of time
Is that you
Your girlish colors I see
The mysterious smile shivers
Inside like mid autumn chills
Is that you
Your beauteous face I feel
Like the soft touch of rain
On your Indian summer hair.

Lifeline

Pity the planet, all joy gone
From this sweet volcanic cone
Peace to the children when they fall
On the heels of all small war
Until the end of time
In search of the earth
A ghost orbiting forever lost
In our quiet sublime lifeline
Blackouts crawling back inside
Nosing the impossible
Stone and bone of crushing hate
Unclean hours of weak flesh
Lustful thoughts of a roaring dress
Now we must breathe on our last try
Alive enough to spawn and die
Here in the impossible lifeline.

Comsume me

Sound of lost love
Brings unique meaning
To ears silent sometimes deaf
Exotic voyage through
Dark channels in strange hours
Brings soft flesh sometimes death
So I hear your voice
Dancing, free me, please me
Consume me before earth.

Angelic eyes

My feathered wings touches the sky
I’m much alive
My flight towards exit
An angel appears before my eye
Stare of excitement as it gently rains
In your eye of penetrating rain
Let it rain as we dance before I die
My angelic eye softly penetrates the
Beauty you posses I’m much alive.

Artificial paradise

In all delight of wine and attained delusion
The reflection you seek resides  in the mirror
Where the mind renders an image of you
Inside the enchanted forest of the lost season

I am the ambience of what you desire
And all the lurid thoughts of a raging fire
Paradise is attained at the mouth of wine
Now consume, devour the last remaining hour

Strangely they talk and monk the clouds
That drift so aimlessly through our loose orbit
Softly you look  from afar so astound
By the shapes and colors of unfamiliar sounds

Languidly you feel the sensation of warmth
Inside the square circle of your intoxication
Everything here will change at your own accord
For the evening is young and waiting for death

The velvet mooon

My velvet sun
My velvet moon
My velvet star
My velvet sky
And everything beneath
Save me from this place
Save me from this violent death………

City and nights

The city is filled with faces, mask in opalescent hue
Mulatto women with flawless flanks, giving reality its due

Night conspires illuminations, and dark places to escape
Partial visions of men, women, and a shadow in luxuriant shape

Ghostly scenes at the corner of an empty street
Strangers crawling for life beneath the unfolding night

The wisest of men wander, in the homeless realm they hide
With lofty minds they penetrate our failed suicide

Avenues, freeways, push the thought a little deeper
Glossy lakes, gravestone statue of a fading flower

Our city filled with freaks, desire, visions of peril thoughts
Mysterious nights, blackouts, exotic tattoos, city and nights.

The ode

For the day has arrived, the final sound
Never to speak, never to be heard
Again and again forever remains unsound

I promise my words, my life in poetic form
Death smiles, in the absence of life they mourn
Deeper expressions from the blackest of storm

Patterns, signs, symbols of a poetic call
Our sky in reverse upon us they fall
Written words, reptiles crawl, my words, my soul

Follow in sequence, like the moon, the stars, the sun
They speak the eloquent words beneath my skin
And Then creative thoughts rise from a abstract sin

Paradigm mirrors

Here we are reflections of the preludes
Paradigm mirrors, secret interludes
Rest your soul where the shadows creep
Chrome memories, and dreams that bleed.

Now deeper into the mirror you sink
Drowning images,  unnatural instinct
A little closer to the final sound
Darker screams of a lost cloud.

The departing sun through black rain
Hopeless memories, soft liquid pain
Now crawl from the paradigm of mirrors
Ghostly reflections, and dark vivid doors.

Symbols and patterns gather inside
Polished souls, faces that hide
Unbroken sound of glass with no surrender
Here we are a reflection in a paradigm mirror……

Lasting Fate

From the deepest of forest you fall
Your suspicious eyes both infernal and divine
Overflowing with goodness and crime
And for that I compare you to wine.
The unbearable beauty you posses through all hours
You contain in your eyes dawn and sunset
You make me happy on a stormy night
Which makes me not coward, but a courageous child.

From the highest of star you fall
Charmed destiny follows your swaying skirt
At random you sow joy and with disaster you flirt
And you govern all, even our peaceful flight.
You posses all Satan or god, angel or siren
And at the most crucial times you tend to smile
Beyond the infinity of love, you are my queen
You’re the universe I never known and  my lasting fate.

Undead

Proletarian souls, downcast child
Divided dreams and clouds from below
Livid scenes in a world that’s hollow
Probe the needle with a luxuriant sound.

Unfamiliar stings, rain drop pattern
Decadence of life beneath our ageless sky
Deeper thoughts of how one must die
Unholy season of loss in our child.

Inferior clans, deceiving youth
Pale faces and shades of undying words
Exhale another life in bluish clouds
Inside the pipe, than on into the mouth.

A walk in the rain

Distant views of darker clouds
Moving side ways on a mountain side,
As our thoughts drift out of sight
Oh the sweet smell of rain on a afternoon delight…

A tree swaying in the breeze in its own surrender
Awaiting the gentle rain from a view so tender,
Among the silence of  rock we sit in a dream like sense
In the chilling breeze of a rain without defense…

Clouds on clouds gathering above with nowhere to hide
We shrug, smile in silence with a quiet mind,
The thunder has warn with the sound of distant pain
Our gentle rain has arrived, now we must walk in the rain…

We’ve seen the beauty of what the mountain intends,
And we walk with our wine and a afternoon smile.

Retreat

Today, like every other day, i surrender and retreat deep in a forest...
where i find the swaying pines, all movement so perfectly timed...
where the birds flee there nest, where they descend for an evening dream...
so calm and peaceful in my daily plight,
i sit on this mountain and watch the clouds speak there poetic forms...
...i cannot imagine myself in another place where i will sit and listen

The Fallen Season

Before the azure of time I kneel before you
Embrace the soul for which I’m due…
Dead winter dead I see the sun
The unfolding season is yet to come…
Seasonal colors of silence is finally here
Tender clouds at the dawn of year…

Now I say winter dead ever things red
The govern rays of the sun I surrender in dread…
My thoughts bleed like the melting snow
And now I intend to embrace your red soul…
What have they done to our sons, our season
Flowers of spring I embrace you at the mouth of reason…

Spring persuades the slow colors of birth
Silver streams, distant scenes of romance and death…
Rain drop patterns in reverse of a drowning pain
I cradle the winds that carry the smell of rain…
The wings of youth tend to drift afar
As I embrace the youth of your Indian summer hair…

Summer brings growth, grace at the mouth of dawn
Now beyond the earths reach we must spawn…
The muse in our soft dreams tend to stray out of sight
I adore the child that lays in the fields of a starry night…
Oh to the unclouded sky I unclose my eye
And I endure the autumn scent that every thing must die…

Autumn brings the slow movement of life
The silence, the fading colors in all hope and faith…
In the shadows they dance to the sound of our fallen season
And the clouds move sideways as I embrace the dead sun…
Now push death a little deeper for I’m not ready this year
For our flawless winter is ready and our season shall not fear… 

So Alone

so alone i venture there,
through the darken bliss,
a painful path...
my tears they flow,
upon the rugged stones,
deeper down, drowning thoughts...
my heart is pounding why,
why, why my soul aches to try...
so alone i only fear,
will the dream also die?...
or will it bloom from this defeat?...
all i know, for now its only me,
and these lonely tears.