My Words

Understanding the World through words

Month: April, 2013

Wood Shop

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Salient aroma of wood chips
cracking under saw blades. Furiously hacking at ochre boards with router bits. Dust
flying like fairies landing on every pore of my anatomy.
Shaping planks into obscene drawings of mentally designated Shafts-running at one thousand RPM’s. Ripping, shredding and spewing out dust filled cups of bright
stagnant sunlight, sweat running down my back, down my mind and down my eyes! There’s no surprise, where I go I open my wood shop to pleasure stores-they’ll never know the blood in every drop of sanded smooth surfaces hand touched quietly by me.

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Goethe Wrote A Book

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Goethe wrote a book
The Sorrows of Young Werther
Suicides it brought

My Spanish Heritage

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I love reading,

It brings

Unquestionable

Delight.

English is a

language I

use for learning

How to read and

How to write.

Bookstores are my

second home and

whatever is bound,

Will most likely

Become my

Good friend.

In my home, my

first words

were in “Castellano“—

as my mother would say.

Though in reality,

It sounded

More like

Plain Spanish

To me.

She would speak it

Insistently and

Castigate me with

Stinging foreign words.

Somehow, being abused

Verbally in Spanish

Hurts much more.

My mother grew up

Using that language,

And vested in

Its utility more than I.

She poignantly

Pointed out how

Some of the

Best literature was

Given in what is

Now considered

A gardener’s language—

America’s new

Peasant’s voice.

Don Quixote

Chasing windmills—

As if they were

Monsters, was first

Articulated in Español

Not English, she’d say.

My mom so

Proud of

Her heritage,

Every time we meet,

We greet each other

With, “buenos dias

And a kiss.

Today, I’m happy

I’m bilingual and

That I can read

Cervantes in it’s

Original voice.

The language

Is complex—

Literature always is.

My heritage and the

Heritage of all

Hispanics is

Sagaciously rich.

In Iberia, we were

A melting pot

Of Romans, Celts,

Teutons, Arabs,

And Jews.

All helped shape

The vernacular,

It’s context and

Spoken subtleties.

Americans will

Never understand,

That their gardeners

Speak in a language

That at one time was

Far more eloquent

Than theirs.

Aristotle Said

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Aristotle said
The subject of reasoning
Organon I wrote

Walter Benjamin

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Walter Benjamin
Defied Nazi censorship
He died in Portbou

2 Buck Read

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2 bucks for a good read
wouldn’t have thought I’d
needed a life changing book.
Searching for a muse
when men cross the road of
life. There’s something inside
that desires more, more than
we can give. On a dust covered
shelf at a 5 and dime store-I
found a book whose pages inside
was God speaking to me. It was
written by a woman and the finger
of-The All Mighty. Can you imagine
a secular book with words of fire?

Unforgiven

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Death has a way of cementing and devising.
Certain things are unforgivable-unlivable.
Tear off a piece of clothing I’m mourning-
Can’t you see? It’s just another day in
A lifespan of many. But-my pain is justified.
A person I loved just died. My heart grieves.
Not only for my departed, but for the living.
Last words ring in my ear, sad songs, sad movies
Sadness in me. Treachery so
dear from siblings so near,
I’m aghast at what they have done.
I’m mourning as you can see, for the living in me.

Oscar Wilde

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Oscar Wilde was gay
His pen was witty indeed
Thread lightly he wrote

My Love I Have Found

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Truth be told love is difficult to be found…

I fervently prayed that one glorious day-God would bless me and find Me the mate of my soul.

On that anticipated day
From afar I saw her smile
as the heavens lit up-
And, I knew we were to be wed.

I introduced myself and asked
Her to accompany me on a warm
Picnic day. She said, “yes” to my humble invitation and we met at an undisclosed place.

With love in my eyes and passion at my side I proposed to her my undying love.

her eyes sparkled as we saw in each other a future-a life
of beautiful love spent side-by-side.

Oh, my love I have found!

Words fail me to describe my
Sweetest love her beauty I carry inside.

The way that she smiles and her passion for life makes it all worth living my life.

my love is truly my friend who I can trust with the most
intimate and secret details.

I’m vulnerable with her she knows that I care about the
Little world we patiently made.

How can I, after such incredible luck ever deny-the existence of God? The crown he gave me is my lover in life, it makes my days seem easy.

I can’t see anyone else who will ever take her place,

Joanna-

Oh, my love I have found thee!

Marcel Duchamp Played

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Marcel Duchamp played
A naked lady in chess
In my mind he won.