Presidential Politics

Campaign MMVIII/MMXVI

Voices begin with;

vituperative

and vulgar slogans

that are

virulent and

vindictive.

Vacillating

towards

violence

and

venomous viewpoints...

Were they virtually invalid?

Vexing?

WE - The people know

vacuous

and voracious

stares glinting at

vomitous

vile

villainy

will never become the

norm

nor

standard of the

victorious

vehement

human-spirit

Vitreous are their ways;

Villainous,

Rovian,

vulpinisms,

are their politics...

No...

Voices heard through a pen

may be drowned in a rally

a

vasectomy

that violates the

virtue

of vigorous ancient

virtuosos...

But I decree

"vi veri veniversum vivus vici"

Ohh,

voluminous

voluptuous

veraciousness

of Voting

Voluntarism

I lay my faith at your alter...

One Year

It's been a year Oldman
A year to the day
so to commemorate
I went to the mountains
I watched an eagle soar
above a vast valley
and I could swear 
I was with you.
With me as always...

Your son,
Rodolfo V

Broken Pick

Broken Pick

Frustrated;

My retarded fingers

and flat voice

commingle

with

my

rusty dull strings

Off the beat and rhythm

there's a decision

and the cacophony

that ensues

is this moment

To make

or take

into the aether

Does this mean anything?

Resonating wrongly

A Minor or Major here and there?

Floating in the void

and neither making

a

coherent sound

For the pitch is twisted

uneloquently

relayed thoughts

of musicianship

Like a stampede of

mustangs

This moment is dispersing

I'm losing my muse

appearing moment to

moment

The Notes that should be flowing

seem distant

and shriveled

quibbling for the oxygen

breathed through

the body

Gorilla fingering

her neck

stumbling onto

each fret and beating

the voice that is

her rosette

The top is stark contrast to

the tenderness

I've seen others play

Were the binding is clean

and

seamless

with

Ornate inlays on the strap and button

But she is my bride and I her groom

From her stubborn headstock

to her machine head which looms

and the tuning keys

are mine to mend

and her strings to bend

back and forth according to

Pythagorean Theorem

Medicine to a weary soul

So simple is the simple life

Amongst the blowing trees

But at the foot of the mountain lies

the dance of a million years

Internal Pressure

Can you imagine a spring in the dead of winter

From Organizations that are non-linear

shouting in the streets in protest

as people rally for their freedom

Do you see the promise of a better day

When the fall of walls wasn't figurative?

Where Democracy spreading digitally is no longer a myth

like a virus of thought; a contagion, distributed

Anarchy is complete freedom and the fearful are fearless

A light shinning bright in the darkness of the last century

For The Old World Order is dying

Trying to grasps at its useless reigns

Where governments used to keep order behind closed doors

Now they have to compete in the public space

with a voice that is both nameless and pervasive

The will of the people Laid bare.

The youth is coming.

Tip of the Tongue

Tip of the tongue

From their swallered peak

A voice lets out a shriek;

“Follow me and my ways

Follow my lead”

Grab your pitch-forks

and torches

And they do.

Tacit permission from a trusted voice

a Trust soon to be broken in reason and form

For we all believe things that are said and done

By hypocrites and prophets

We all do at some point; I suppose?

“Were you the cause of all these evils?”

I ask,

“No”, is the reply

conveniently you can hide behind your words

and say they were taken out of context.

That the violence that ensued

had nothing to do with you

or your sacred pulpit

or your will that you imbued

into your surrogate killers

commuting onto them

torture and murder

Evil bastard

though you may not have pulled the trigger

You gave them the idea

While hiding behind plausible deniability

taking no responsibility for your gifts

or the dark fruits that they yield

Incite a lynch-mob and you become

a hero to some

and a proxy-assassin to others

Vilify your detractors and they become

caricatures worthy of no quarter

Demonize your opponents and soon you'll see

Wasted lives amid a sea of tumultuous circumstances

victims of happenstance

For the surrogates Master is a coward

Knowing full well that your Words have consequences

Written in blood and the dreadful heart

Tearing families apart

for political gain.

You're the Devils foot-soldier.

I long to return to that place,

where time and meaning have no sway.

Where love and life and dreams mingle into one.

my twisted tongue

and anguish

remain no more.

I am free.

She

She...

grabs me

rams me

jams me

stands me

grinds me

lines me

leads me

teases me

squeezes me

needs me

jerks me

urks me

urges me

hurts me

teaches me

pushes me

kisses me

crashes me

smashes me

eye-batting me

laughing

she

unbuckles me

she

sucks me

she

fucks me...

Dream

She was there.
a ghost...
Concrete and untouchable.
Knowing.
Fleeting...

Ocean Breeze

Ocean breeze how I miss your scent
the nostrils filled with tart content
How you bath my skin with sunkissed glow
A salty remedy that hearts all know...

Mermaid

Mermaid




As the curtain of night withdraws

I await my subtle sea-maiden

You arrive each rosy-fingered dawn

Bearing the fruits of life and grace



Ceremoniously sharing the wisdom

Caught in the net of your travels

Immersed in the deep of consciousness

We swim thru turquoise waters



During my Odyssey across this great atlas

I have found none to be your equal

For you are the fairest amongst the sea nymphs

And the most favored Princess of Oceanus



We cannot incur the Titans wrath

For you remains in the great Kings aegis

Letting no one know of our sacrilege

We must keep our love a secret



My mortal touch upon your goddess strands

Carries the penalty of Hades abyss

But on the shores of Halcyons sands

We are on the far reaches of Their kingdoms





As I cradle you to the shore

Splashes rise from your playful fin

Caressing your back I lay you down

In a bouquet of Tulips, Hyacinths, and Jasmine



A long time I’ve loved your starlit glistening skin

And your salty blonde hair highlighted by the morning sun

A coy-full smile and innocent look

Reveals an eternal love



Enjoying the feast on our coverlet

We bask in Helios’ procession

Mapping our bodies beneath our fingertips

Your hair unwraps like garland



But there is a darkening horizon

Distantly reflecting the racing light

The King knows of our star-crossed love

And has gathered all of his might



We pass the raging tempest

Lost in each other’s arms

Begging for His Majesty’s forgiveness

You plead to spare my life



To that end the God agrees

And prorogues my capital sentence

A promise that can never be broken

Is all that pardons my life


As the grey-tumultuous sky subsides

The shadowy fish of night approach

The clouds recede to the horizon

While the soft melodic song of the Ocean grows



You are the daughter of the sea

And Tethys beckons your return

My strength could not keep you

And our hearts will always mourn



For I who hath won and lost all

Would not hold you against your will

The hour of our parting hath come

And my barren heart grows still



With a kiss borne in heaven

And an embrace that lasts a lifetime

I say goodbye and watch you swim

Into the closing dusk



I retire to my rock beside the sea

Awaiting in a harbor of empty silence

My boats moored infinitely

To the endless passing terminus

Fragment

Ohh how I've missed you
sweet love

How my hands remember yours
and the serenity we held...

How wonderfully silent
our embrace was

Or how you smelled of
fresh baked bread

Like a home long ago missed
your smile still fills me with warmth

My only remiss, my love
Is that I can not tell you in person

How your eyes twinkle in the night
With your Bodhisattva gaze

Our how your breath is held aloft
In the melody of the wind

Tell me cherished one,
Does your heart remember?

Our ancient Love?
Immortal? Omnipresent?

Neither distance nor time
can patina my memory...

Sunrise

Soft peach skin you are

naked simple and pure

as we laugh like children

enjoying the wonders of the Earth.

Your skin is soft

rounded like grapes

powdered

with sugar sand

against my chest

And your warmth fills the air

refreshing

like the Ocean night...

But the moon is caught within the

lines of your hair

and the stars have set

within the light of your eyes

While crunchy

velvet dunes

are the steeples

of our church

cradling the passion of our love

holding

the promise of tomorrow...

As we watch the moon give way

to the warm sunrise

On a holy salty morning...

Just as the sun peaked his head

above the waves

I knew then

that I loved you...

Haiku

Autumn leaves fall
They risk everything in their
Slow decent towards

Loves Abyss where
Memories are but shadows
Lingering in a soul

On winters doorstep
The warm image of you,
Those lips I've kissed...

Campaign MMVIII

.

Voices begin with;

vituperative

and vulgar slogans

that are

virulent and

vindictive.

Vacillating

towards

violence

and

venomous viewpoints...

Were they virtually invalid?

Vexing?

  We- the people know

vacuous

and voracious

stares glinting at

vomitous

vile

villainy

will never become the

norm

nor

standard of the

victorious

vehement

human-spirit

Vitreous are their ways;

Villainous,

Rovian,

vulpinisms,

are their politics...

No...

Ancient Voices heard through a pen

may be drowned in a rally

a

vasectomy

that violates the

virtue

of vigorous

virtuosos...

But I decree

"vi veri veniversum vivus vici"

Ohh,

voluminous

voluptuous

veraciousness

of voting

Voluntarism

I lay my faith at your alter...