Monday, February 4, 2013

Wonderland


An adventure in the mysterious
White and Monochrome
A love, cutting edge and fun
Murders, challenging holes
Beautiful waterfalls
Scenic landscape
Alice and her zany friends
Icy winter
Nocturnal first time
Rumors have begun

Gaggle


Pick pocket red rocket find a shoe ocean blue sing a tune buy a balloon ring rain loopy brain hole mole street pole jack snack happy sack puppy paw stupid law green spleen pumping machine sand hand blind man sock jock flip flop mind sign wet sweat


Nightmare on Adams and Hauser




Gunshots heard blocks

                        Away

You duck with fear

            Of being

                        Hit
Slide beside
The first car in front of

            You
Run

Before they can spot

            You as their unknown enemy


                                    Color
Is all they see

Blood
            Dripping
                        Down
                                    Your

                                                Face

                                                                        Red

            You should have had blue blood
            Cold and heartless

                                    Just like them

Moments in Chemo


Tick, Tick, Tick...
It continues
That needle
Piercing my black and blue arms
I feel everything
The numbness in my leg
The tingle of every injection
 The blood drops that cry out from open wounds
Every heart beat makes a beep on the monitor
In me, its as if someone is pounding out
Whatever life i have left
More fluids leave this withered body
Just a few more treatments and I'll be free
Free from what?
I am shackled in this prison
No one can save me
I am done

Love and Paradise



Looking over the shining moonbeam
Staring into Fairy Paradise
Our star stricken souls become one under the light
The flowers dream
Tears of dew cascading down their faces
They hum a lullaby tune of serenity and love
The leaves spiraling around us
The breeze rippling our shadows cast upon the lake
 Here we discover our love within the darkness of the forest
For it is here, where we lost our sorrows
Where night hid behind day’s shadow
In the cloudy sky
They’ve left us the marital crowns
Built upon roses of deep maroon and gold
Passion gives way to our hearts beating as one
Blood flowing together like waterfalls of love
Silent is the world around us
Strange feelings come across us
We are now one together
Hidden in the woods 

Along the crashing waves of the sea below
I vow to hold you now as you are
As you will become
Forever as one

Blue Dream



I wish to be one with you
If only my lungs were gills
My arms rainbow scaled fins
Here I am home


Dockweiler, Ca.



Grains of salt tickle my nostrils
I breathe in and taste grit on my tongue
Frothy waves crash on the damp earth
Bringing life out of the sea and into the sand
In a never ending trip

The sun beating down on me
The heat sizzling my olive skin lobster red
My lips crack like the minerals beneath my toes
The thunderous roar of the waves sings to me
The aromas awaken my mind

The cool dank air filled with fumes
From the near by water treatment plant
The rotting seaweed and decomposing lives
Hints of death flow through the breeze
The distant aroma of life beneath the waves

In the horizon dolphins flash their bodies
In the sun as they dance out of the blue
Gulls gawk across the moist earth
Digging up little crabs and worms
As their treasure for the day

This is where two worlds collide
Earth greeting water every minute
In a tug-a-war like motion
Where human life interrupts that
Of the beauty beneath the water

Memory



Beep, Beep, Beep, SILENCE

Sirens screeching a block away

I look outside the window, tears running down my face

Chaos begins to loom

Nurses and doctors rush into the room

My mother runs in,

Tells us, he is no more

A lullaby for Isaac



As I watch you sleep for so long
I sing to you this precious song
Holding your tiny hands
I’ve given you all that I am
Standing here so blessed
So peacefully you rest
Believing you’re a part of me
Smiling at everything I see
I shall shelter you from harm
Holding wind to keep you warm
Sleep well my angel
May God keep you safe
Sleep well my angel
May He bestow upon you his faith

Seasons


Things suddenly slowly come to an end
Like the last puff of a candle’s flame
The room goes dark and all is gone
When the sun rises again
A change has occurred
And we are no longer the same

Sonnet



          Every night I wish upon a star
            That someday you will rescue me
            If only heaven weren’t so far
            Because then husband and wife we can be
            Each day that passes brings me closer to you
            Sadly, you were taken too sudden, too soon
            A young man He needed, your time to pay your dues
            When I look up into the sky, I know that’s your smile on the moon
            Farewell my dearest love, my one true friend
            Until it is my time, shall we meet again
            

What is the same is different

A Hand

by Ashley Infante

A heart is not four chambers and a pulse. Nor is it blood and veins, not a muscle or the bump bump you hear, not arteries, star of the body, meander of pathways. A heart is not the thick wall of feelings with infinite dramas, nor what it has felt, not on the muscle itself, not on the ecstatic being. Nor is the heart its meadows of holding, of shaping— not sponge of life, not silk's smoothness, not love. The devil's black heart does not allow man to love. What empties itself falls into the place that is open. A heart opened holds only a single, transparent question. Unanswerable, humming like bees, it rises, falls, flows.
Original Poem:

A Hand


A hand is not four fingers and a thumb. Nor is it palm and knuckles, not ligaments or the fat's yellow pillow, not tendons, star of the wristbone, meander of veins. A hand is not the thick thatch of its lines with their infinite dramas, nor what it has written, not on the page, not on the ecstatic body. Nor is the hand its meadows of holding, of shaping— not sponge of rising yeast-bread, not rotor pin's smoothness, not ink. The maple's green hands do not cup the proliferant rain. What empties itself falls into the place that is open. A hand turned upward holds only a single, transparent question. Unanswerable, humming like bees, it rises, swarms, departs.