I take it back...
there's at least
one thing to see
and hear in the Varrio
on my block.....
Eli the poet who's
10 times been shot.  
His philosophy
resounds with me
and I must give him
credit for at least
two or three. . .

Pearls of wisdom that Mellifluously flew
from his mouth...
inspired by something
deep in his soul
that had to come out
which my hand
snatched from his air
to pencil as poetry
and to all of you reroute

Parking lot carwash Sign:
FOR USA
Eses and esas
listenin to oldies
playing with Hoses
Four güeros pull up
eight *****
up their noses
Roll down the
window give the
cholos some props
"Hey guys..glad
your supporting
the country"...
everything
goes silent
you
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......"whatchoo talking 'bout ese.....this is For Us Eh!"
Crank the Johnny Chingas back up, the hoses all squirting
as the white boys drive off
in their own **** stained dump

So I'm yapping with
my nephew about you
He says you're too good
to be true....
"Ask her if she can fly
a fighter jet too!"

trust
love lusts
for only
You

I'm the fire that
burns through your skin
I'm the water that
quenches your thirst.
The castle, the tower...
I am the sword that
watches your back

You, the air
that I breathe and
the light of the moon
on the sea
The neck I long to kiss
So much that I fear
I'm drowning in bliss

And which wishes
will you grant me?....
Ooohhh..you say,
"my treasured jewel,
you have only to look
and yours it will be...
yours it will be"

© Rodrigo Amarante ....translated by ANu poet

I'm starved screams the blank page on the table.  I need food....maybe some italiano....aspeta, aspeta.

Aspeta... perché.  Fine then..anything...even two syllable hillbilly road ****.... anything...just unsheath that pen and feed me.

I'm caught in a
web of deception
two spider's playing out
a poetically failed romance
on these pages.....
..my conception.

Imagined personas
tres plus noms des plume
glitter and sparkle
as I watch these two dance.  

Pay attention
all Roman Generals,
all you down
and out uptowners,
don't let that house
fall straight into the ashes; unwanted metastatic carcinogenic glances

It's your right to
up and move on
but I get it the siren
sings a sweet song.  
Her golden surprise
your mesmerizing eyes
and both of you thinking
I planned this whole guise.

I'm just an observer
on the moon looking down laughing at how
my Word makes you both stumble,big footed clowns....
Young star crossed lovers
playing hide and seek
like the shadows in
my empty park.  

But as I love
leaving clues
yours are easily
deciphered.  

Some may say I'm God
others Luis Cypher.