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

INDOGENOUS, CROW, WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

Here I am in the Mad Industrial Complex.
I meet up with an Ancient Avatar, Sappho.
THe Prof Reads Me In Classical Griego.
I Look Watch and Listen but I can't Get Hexed.
I Live for My Freedom From Error!
She Read From Those Lips, Challice Touched! FlameZZ!
As I Politely Scanned the BookCase 
I SAW What I Once Was just a Minstrel.
Not a Poet. Not A Fire Juggler,
BUT a Sonnet False Theory of Judgement.
For Doctor You are Mistaken, Watch This.
I DRIVE with a Penchant for Five Foot Steps.
Just as You Said in Your Last Words to Time.
Only Sappho Could Do It This Next Time.

13 TREADS LATER HATER

My kids dropped from school in 8th grade.
CUz weedkillers they poured em to Empty
My kids still be growing. They're only 6 feet.
Cuz I water their Roots not Shame em the Cide.
Yall DO THAT then wonder why Lambs Cry Crazed
They shoot up the schools that were mandated
Billions for Bill and Zillions for Weenie.
We all know that Mountain Lion was Hex.
Trying to Scare off the Unscare-able Yes?
Try it again you will Succor the chance
You once had to say Sorry like Mistral.
She asked for it ONCE then never Again.
Thirteen Treads on the Treadmaster Hater.

SON

There was a Time when Love ran Full Range.

TO Carry the Stars to a Birth Canal

Married the Earth and Sky made Reunion

He with his Messages She with her Rage.

The Sun and The Moon Walked the Horizon.

He Galloped on a Horse while she Waded.

THousands he Swore 4 gave their 4warning.

DO Not Pass that Way or sure Disaster.

SUn Did Not SHine nor Find a Way Not To.

But Blasted Instead from Fear of Disaster

Whosoever should See from the Pinnacle

Life by its Dictate to Time Continues

Nothing was Destroyed in the Making Of

Completion of Creation For Something.

13 Treads of the Whit Man Privilege, Crueler than A.

The Treads on My Yard Left by a Whit Man.
Who Carries Dog Poop from Sidewalk to Sand.
Wonders all about the Mischief at Hand.
THe Way Hollywood bunked all Existence.
Wow, I just can't Get On Over it, CUZ
IDK it bothers me, AUthoring.
Makes NOthing of Life Love and Liberty
THat I choose that it be Otherwise, Yas.
Ya Estuvo el Roboton y su Mito.
No ALcanzan ser Avaros en Serio.
Lo que se Arrima lo parto Madre. 
Soy quien lo dijo sin Decirlo Punto. 
EL Quien no Dijo Nada Importante.

MY MILLIONAIRE SUCK-CHILD's MILK

All The Millionaires who took my Children's Meals.
Take it Take More but NEVER take their Door!
You will See Me I will Haunt You I will Shriek.
You took their Livelihood YOu stold their Dad.
Get THe FUCK AWAY NOW. FInd A New Whore.
They are Love Poets. They're not your Slaves, Too.
Take their Father. GO Ahead. DO it Again.
BUT THESE ARE MY OWN! My Poet Sons.
My Hate will Sate on Knowing you are Gone.
That Your Appreciations shamed your Brood.
But NVR took the Peace from My Children for Greed!
They are My Bards and My Apprentices.
Something YOU WILL NEVER KNOW what it IS.
For you are A PLAGIARIST MILLIONAIRE ISH!

EL NOBLE DON RAMON VAZQUEZ, MI PADRE

El Abeulo Mio Rehusaria

No La Cruzaba Mas de Dos Veces.

Y Otra Vez Ciudad Juarez Mejor

Que Vivir entre el Analfabeto!

Porque Perdida es Perdida sin Luz

No se Sabe Rugir o Reirse

Tan Innumerables que Son Ellos

Se Gasta la Vida en Reflexion!

Y el Dorado quien Es sin Batalla?

La Valentina sin Aguila

EL Trago de Tequila y el Puro?

Dejen que se les Acerca el Viento

Por Tan SImples que Son Increibles

Ya dejado a esteTamano soy Noble!

CRUELER THAN APARTHEID, THE HWOODGATE

Epithetic Mainstream, Authoring Slaves.

The Type that have Grown from Poverty’s Bliss.

THe Power enjoys of Mischief Gas Flames

Stratify Aegis Hypocrisy’s Blaze.

THen Tender from the Halo its Bright Eyes.

Succour for Satan the Lowest of Primes.

Bastion a State Apparatus for Time

Bolster the Picking of Cleaning out Fires

Rob from the Cradle its Porcelain Hue

Of Fresh Innocence from a Child’s Breath

Broken to Gashes and Left to Rot Molds

While Up on the Hill a Monster Child Grows.

Inheritance of Beauty to Ogre
Crueler than Apartheid, Basic as Nature

Dream Battle Warrior!

The Levels of Shame a Dreamer Endures--

Is not so Much a Pattern of Danger.

Fear has no Place in Ingenuity!

Boldness is Meek Meeker than Silence pure.

Galloping Energy of Matters at Foot  :

13 Line Breaks Again: Here go at It.

A Dime is Ten Cents shy of Zero This.

The Quiet is Mild. The Quiet Mutes.

Here in my Peaceful Chamber where I write.

There are Angels at Intersecting Points.

They Aim their Forceful Shield Battle for Moi!

I am the 5 Fingered-Hands of their Might.

Dream Battle Warriors Dream through the Days .

Dream when You’re Dancing Dream when your Heart Says.

DREADED DREAMERS DREADED DREAMS

What can you do with a Euphemism?

Forced to be Eaten Alive without Time.
Experience casts a Huge Empty Shadow.
The Aged won't allow such Truths to be Mused
They Wield their Shield of Knowledge over Things.
Tryna be a Grandma without Any Wings
I take Punch, Kick and Slap from the Matrix.
It swoons beneath my fingertips I grasp!
To Dream is to be Heartbroken each Breath.
TO know what Shall NVR comes to Pass! Peace.
Freedom from Inequity's Gas. Drop Dead Leaks
Ways that the Masta has gained by Defeat.
And Abstract Expression is Futurism's Peak!
It Gapes like the Ganges it Paints with a Beak!

ONCE, TWICE

The calabash broken broken two times

Once was a reason twice never reasoned

Both the partition and quartered a spine

I stop to think and wonder what I’ve done

To bother to stop thinking twice again

Cracked like a body, horse driven carriage

Medieval and omnipresent carnage.

What cease to let up what manner conduct

Ensnared as a lesion ghost of despair

Provoked, absconded, retired from care

Which purpose was abhorrent behavior

The behavior of power to torture

As it clutches for innocence broken

Once for a reason twice never reasoned.

VESTIDA DE BLANCA, Y-M-Y

La Luna la ternura era

Vestida de blanco Yemaya

La crepuscula belleza fuera

Retornada a la memoria va

Guieme Santa yo no se nadar

Las langostas conocen a la mar

Para mi fue algo en particular

Lo de no saber nada del amar

Tierna tierna y todavia llena

Ancha su Luz, su Mantel, y Ola

Traen en su rugir un Alma Santa

La Vanguardia La Naveguardia

La Luna la ternura era

Vestida de blanco Yemaya