13 Ways to Walk in My Guarachezz:GERONIMO YOU"RE NOT

My Life was Written in my Genes.
So I just have to Live by its Scriptures.
I don't know how I swallowed a Malware.
But I'm still Alive and its somewhere INside here.
IT speaks for the Rivers, the Birds their Feathers,
The Butterflies WOunded. The Lizard that's Buried.
THE STONES that I PLACED at the TREE.
DISAPPEARED.  PIled on Wasteful Pizza Boxes.
THrowing Away Plastics til the Press Comes.
Sticking up for Monsters in Machine Guns.
What More can they Do for the FUture but War?
Dream they are Grandfather Geronimo.
Say they are HIm in this Time and Hour.

BEAUTIFICATION OF CESAR CHAVEZ, UFW

I Culviate Pink Roses for Chavez and Marti.
Thirteen steps to their Martyrdom's Throne's Ascent's Arc.
The Soul Entwined in the Sacrificial SElf Torture
TO be a Man of Peace is not Easy with Shrills Knees.
How they Stoop to the FLoor for a Pinon of Black Art.
Deception over Irony's Last Carped Red Herring
What is a Life to a Limb that it Haunts a Tree?
Where the Faces of the Beloved whose Exilic Gasps
Decorate the Tree Branch Adjacent Plumaria
Up Beaneath and Between the Pink Mytrle, See it Grow!
Flueroscent the Plumes that Speak in thy Tongue, THirteen Times.
I walk toward you and my Feather Paints With your Wings
Beautifcation is Simple Among Sincere Friends.

I CULTIVATE PINK ROSES FOR A MARTYR, DR. GUEVARA's ARBOR

I cultivate Pink Roses for Guevara.
They appear as Luminescent Lips Somehow.
They glisten beneath a Pink Moon Sunrise
Hang in the Gallows of an Aurora

Water the Horizon with Petal's Hues.
Purplish and Mottled speared through the Ether.
Cast over the Century a Hallow
Two Eyes Across the Hours of Violet.

Brandished beneath the filaments so fine.
I approach you, Doctor- POet, you smile
Comandante Ernesto Argentine
Who becoming Cuban was bathed in Style.

 He who was Lost on Love's Ascent Never
I cultivate Pink Roses and Arbor

DESCENT OF RED WHEELBARROW, RELATIVE PITCH (wcw oeuvre)

(Improvisations)

Beyond the Alpha the Beta and zeta.
In Place Time Hour and Parabola.
Where poets convene and take tea to tongue.
We answer each others wonders and fate.
We somehow get along in present tense.
We forget the region, the langue, or time.
Commune in  infinite measure of life.
There are many forms to witness the awe
Than there are to problems their central flaw
Intumescent and Centrifugal jaw
like the Red Wheel Red Wheelbarrow.
A Gyroscopic adventure in Love.
SIncere, Intrepid, Impassioned Enraged.
IF he was Happy who is his Poetate?

EMIL EMILIANO

--poetry

Stimming and Gasping Im having Asthma.
One Son and Another Arisen, Mom?
Are you Okay? I don't want you to Know.
Yet I can't hide the Sounds of my Breathing.

My Son comes to me takes my Pulse in His.
He stands with me in Misery's Throne.
But I dont' want you to be like me Son.
He Says LItlle to Nothing. His Lamp This.

His Wings have Encompassed my Heart and Lungs.
With all of his Strength he Calms the Thronging.
Just WIth One Look he Lifts My Whole Being.
I Surrender my Doubt. I take his Love.

While I have been Strengthened he has been Drained.
My Child, Same Mother, Same Pain Again.

DEADLESS MANTAIL DRAGOONEERE SERPENT

GENDER FRINGE VANQUISHED VANGUERRE MILITIA INDUSTRIAL SATRIX (4sadism)

4sadism
SO Genuflecting is Fun I Hear About It.
Selfies with Grandeur of Problem Hours.
Times when all Falseness Abates by Death.
It Meagers its Mileage by Earthworm Sh-t.
HOLY it is by its Doggerel Stems!
Who Must will be Longly Lonely Genius.
Mass appeal to the SHadows of the RIghteous.
Where Zone Killing Vaneguards hunt Scholars.
THey Turn for a Dime to a New York Hostelry.
Write Paeons to Prostitutes Likewise and R.
ReDarted, ReFeathered, & ReAnxious
In this Round I Won  But I Push it ON!
I take up Your Bootstrap Lash Chain Thong.
Sated by Counters to Revolutions