"ochito" poems
So what's it worth to you?
How much?
Put a price tag on it, if you feel the need
Lately, ochito has turned a new leaf when to comes to this whole business
An invisible juggernaut now is his reinforcement
Not knowing why or where this help has come
from, he braves his sanctified environment with a new spirit
This new ally is available to all viable members of the planet, I think
Then again it is quite possible that 'ol och has lost all
his marbles, but if you ask me(and I wouldn't lie to ya)
its better to have more free space upstairs anyway.
"Marble"-less
Its more aerodynamic
But anyway, let's return to the initial question
What is it worth you?
What is waking up in the morning?
As far as ochito is concerned, it's a gift
A divine present
The present that has no value.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
Shrewd
And
Majestic
And
Proud
And
Onry
And
Willing
And
Gargantuan as ****
Ochito retreats from NO SETBACK
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr
Death takes a step back
to reconsider giving him more time
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
There is an image of an elegant, ancient face,
permanently etched on Ocho’s chest
This is not a metaphor, I assure you, seeing in that the
image was made in ink, carved in blood and weathered in the sands of time
It’s quite real
This image resembles, when gazed upon in the right
light, of course, a picture of a woman’s face right next to ochito's heart muscle
It’s quite difficult to decipher why it ended up there
in the first place, nevertheless, there it remains
Motionless
Silently staring out,
into the world
Waiting perhaps?
For what? I couldn’t tell you
I've often considered the possibility that it waits for the original author to return; to
come back and claim both it and what’s patiently beating inside his chest
Not even the sun or moon itself dare comment on such matters
Mystified, Ocho stares at the images blank expression
A melancholy grin shines through as he realizes
That “they” cannot be separated by things
like lifetimes and solar systems, so he waits
Together...
They wait, and wait and wait.
Not in anguish; no
In faith
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
I relish in the open, welcoming arms that greet me
upon my returns from inside the void
It feels good to be missed, in other words.
The knowing that getting what you give, replenishes Ochito's blistered spirit
Troublesome are the times, when have they not been?
However, this safety net is Ocho’s comfort
To know that the welcoming arms that brandish
the tenderest fruit available: Love, will be there for you at
the end of the day, no matter what
There’s no comparing.
Its no contest.
The greatest treasure in all of the
land, is truly, friends and family
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
The minutes
They keep flying, breezing past you
Leaving only a gentle rocking of leaves.
Whoooosh!
Do you even notice?
I’m not saying to keep count.
No.
I’m saying, Be aware.
They aren’t coming back.
They vanish as spring flowers do.
Way too many have raced past Ochito, way too many
But not anymore
He puts them in his pocket now and savors them like the tasty snack they are
The mighty ambrosia cannot compare and his palette is that much sweeter these days
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
There is a certain bridge that has been
out of service for quite some time now
Its been this way as long as Ochito could remember
Even before he was “Ocho”
It would appear that this structure has a
temperament of its own and it, sadly, wants to be stay broken, out of service
This choice bewilders Ocho almost to the point of tears
Why, he asks as he slams his enraged fist on the disintegrating table that is his patience
Why?
Why?
Of all the relationships, why did it have to be this one?
Perhaps it was written
Perhaps
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC