Michael EL Nopal grew from a Baron land
The defending himself with thorns
Thirsty For water to drink
Somehow he produce pitayas to eat
Knowing that they would judge the Nopal
By the lack of fruits He bare
He was still proud, they was rare.  
Ripe with dimples, smiling with a dare
Even through pain, still willing to share  
A thorn to the heart as I stare, life is a mirage and he is no longer there.

From the high desert looking down to the city
People in the material world I pity.
Looking from above it’s like an animal farm.
Sometimes I imagine strolling on down displaying my charm. Aristocats, sipping fine wine, but I will not talk to them.
I will not cast my pearls into the swine.
Oh yea **** your fine wine.

Downloaded from a cloud
Word chiseled on a Tablet:

At first there was the Word
Without sound it was heard
Sight beyond time
GOD, Our Temple, our mind.

First thought is natural
Second is choice
Action is reaction
In heaven as on Earth

Fear of the Lord refines hearts
The Love of Christ defines hearts
Holy Spirit surpasses knowledge
See you in the dark.

Imagine the alpha and Omega choose you to have a son. Her son physically weaker than Hercules slower than Achilles.
In a divine way he conquered without spreading hate.
We know man created his story but where is her story? Why do they keep it classified? Ye who records her story seduces history. Women have powers that are stored away and man suppress them because they're afraid.
All Hail Guadalupe!!!

Born to die
Live to cry
Life is a river
Go with the flow!