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Anthony Mendoza Nov 2020
Wind so swift.
Leaves adrift.
Peppered night is our gift.

Laden year.
Acoustic tear.
Come along, we must be near.

Tattered feather.
Majestic weather.
All and all we come together.

Bays of pearl.
Ocean swirl.
Sandstone lies of a mermaid girl.

Faded painted glass.
Restricted mass.
Lifetime schools of learning class.

Circle within circle.
Ancient turtle.
Crossing life's morning hurdle.

Can you see.
Tiger tree.
Lumber skies, forest free.

Crescent find.
Poets mind.
Too many words to cut and grind.
Anthony Mendoza Nov 2020
Brilliant lights above the night.
Bright evening swallows on earth's shinning.
Stars parade across a milky highway.
Their shadows play against a drifting moon.
Universe movement and a star is jettisoned.
Fluorescent journey streaks across the lighted quilt,
Burning itself to freedom.
Falling grace.
Amazingly beautiful.
Anthony Mendoza Oct 2020
Indian Drums.
They surround me like hollow thunder.
They speak of truth.
Of lost souls who whisper into the dreams of the living.
We feed on their wisdom.
Immortal conjures of nature.

My spirit dances to their rhythm.
Anthony Mendoza Sep 2020
It's so amazing to touch a star.
To feel it's warmth shoot through my arms.
It happens to me when I touch you.
As we fly together in the midnight hue.
I know the other stars are jealous, because you are the brightest of them all.
I know they are envious, because you stay in the sky when other's fall.
I know they can't help it, but to bow to your magnificent glory.
I know they'll sing hymns forever, about your majestic story.
So as I lay my head and remember your touch, I say my prayers and close my eyes.
To know I'll sleep peacefully, under the brightest star who reigns the skies.
Anthony Mendoza Apr 2020
A sea of clouds drowns the day
Smiling winter has come to play
It's lightning glows in a child's eye
By casting shadows in the sky

But the child now grows so weary
Longing to return to a day with friends
His dream, his wish, his destiny
For smiling winter to come to an end

This wintertime child can't play no games
Lost in the season of summer pain
He lays so still just thinking of
His dream, his wish, his destiny, and the sun

Steadily as time goes by
The drops lay rest on the window sill
There's no truth when winter lies
Taking charge of a child's world

But what it doesn't realize my friend
Is that a child's world is full of magic
Give him the strength and speed of a razor's edge
And watch him rip through winter's fabric

For the child's mind is not unknown
He slips back into the comforts of home
He reads, he writes, he acts out a scene
About a child in winter and that child's dream
Anthony Mendoza Jan 2020
Eyes sees such beauty wthin.
Never ending yearning for life to begin.
We dream to the depths of our spirit and soul.
Awakened with languorous warmth we grow.
Never fading in the sunset's stillness.
Illuminated in presence and stifle brilliance.
Such passion flows in us so wise.
As we see such beauty within our eyes.
Anthony Mendoza Dec 2019
Long ago on Aztec earth.
Arrayed in vigorous trifle mirth.
They raised a temple to the sun.
Where upon ****** hearts came undone.
From feather to feather they gallantly strolled.
Danced and prayed to gods of gold.
Mystical numbers carved in stone.
Tells their lives from flesh to bone.
Aztec souls in spirit land.
Temples from stone, gold from sand.
Missing hearts, ****** wails.
A prayer to the gods when all else fails.
Idols be still their silent breath.
The face of a king, his mask of death.
Blood on hands, crimson glow.
Fires rage as feathers flow.
Leopard skinned, a shamans dance.
Ask protection from the Spaniards lance.
Vanished tribe, a prophecy.
Ghosts in the ruins, none shall flee.
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