When El Nino Became Human
When the cold winter wind bites I think of ole El Nino those warm California coastal waters it isn’t a
Great jump to draw a comparison between El Nino and the spirit one effects natural land mass the other
The outer natural life one begins in tropical warm pacific waters to me the true spirit began in a manger
Yes just a baby but everything made was made by him and for him the oceans and the heavens and
Earth for thirty three years was host to their creator no greater magical wonder has or will ever occur
In history the whole year loads you down with trouble and burdens and then in homes everywhere
Before the festive bright adorned Christmas tree it is a dazzling scattered display all over the tree
The small pine needles once held droplets of rain that were formed by El Nino and in the red and green
And blue bulbs shining as they catch the Christmas tree lights your reflection and that of your family
Are caught their present and past fuse together in the wonder of joy loved ones by spirit are revealed
Every Detail of their real lives glow anew memories that are golden and are the truest riches that can
Ever be Told come through the open door of the heart and mind royal apparel indeed cover them they
Have Journeyed from the far sunset and one more step to glory to be with you they dispel sorrow and
Bring the warmth of the spirit of El Nino with them they present the oldest and greatest truth love will
Endure and is made perfect by being present or absent being absent refines gives the lofty glow that
Only Parting seems to ever find the center but by eyes that look through time and forever the hold is
Never broken the bonds formed similar to his days as a baby have intertwined soul spirit and body no
Other Truth exist we are part of each other the grave forms a barrier of natural material that dissolves
When Pain calls they answer always but especially at this time when glory holds court and draws
Love From all the hearts that are totally engaged its like swirling through a mist unquestionable contact
is made but you can’t always put your finger on the whole of the experience but somehow you know
You touched and were touched by wonder at its basic level this is written to absolve you of sorrow and
Pain so that you can truly enjoy this season that celebrates the awaking of God’s love for the world and
His indescribable beauty as he cooed tenderly but in so doing darkness was forever pierced and we were
set free never to bow to our fallen nature but to arise and be filled with El Nino the righteous spirit

you're pouting
  i'm sulking
you're peeved
  i'm mellow
   and i know
it's the corazon
not the amazon
that's got me
whispering
      and
   whistling
  as el nino
  rains dearth
and we weep to see
good things go bad

Flowers and petals cover my pain.
The sound of your voice drives me insane.
You I won't miss.
As you ******* a kiss.
Go ahead throw my heart down the drain.

Vanilla is sweet like the day we met
Everything was perfect
Until you made me upset
Why'd you have to say goodbye
All I'll ever know is your lying lips and eyes that never met mine
I should've seen the signs
It would have saved my heart that you tore apart

"You're tired, aren't you?"*

Not in the way that you think.

It is February again.
It was February years ago that I hid.
I hid and I climbed out again in the spring.
We wrote songs. We shared songs.
You weren't a ghost then
and I didn't know at the time you would become one.
I tied my hair back to tune my guitar
and you said you liked how my neck looked exposed.
You are a ghost now, and it is February again.
But thank you for the songs I wrote when it was February then.
They are still favorites of mine.