allusion

I could tell you that your eyes are the future that I cried to see at my birth...
BUT, you might *not* be ready
probably wont believe me
after all, I'm a poet
I have a way with words.
an alchemy with phonemes
pupils are full of sincerity and silence
I often stammer in person
my mind overflows and i have a slight delay mid sentence
I tense
I freeze
my palms do get balmy
you think
I have my way with words
the birds dont have their way with the air
nor the fish with the sea
currently
I'm speaking in currents
contrary to popular belief
I don't catch the flow so often
my words come from where they came
We ask for the truth of their origin
like we wonder where God comes from
the question in yourself
keeps you from believing
keeps you from seeing the better beautiful before you
If I affirm, "Believe only half of what you hear"
then let my name be the lie
my words are my truth
if they be illusion they be for my personal allusions
I'm delusional like the best prophets were
do you blame the brush or the artist
for the pink water in the painting
if perception is reality
maybe he sees your blue as pink
if perception is reality
we all live in a myriad of illusion
but maybe the most sane of us all
speak in allusions

your eyes are the future
i cried to see at my birth.

day 2. Every weekday Create.

"Tell me where you're from"
Came from the Sol
burnt bronze and serious
this was not a metaphor of spirit
flesh of flames
they moved like wings but weren't
hot air rises
so it levitated from the lungs
they called It an "Angel"
It called them man
that was its only word
went back from where it came
that day was hotter than before
or maybe the memory burned them so
they wanted to go where the fire doesn't burn
where the world is a slow turn
and the turns never bend

Rock Climb in Hijab

I have decided to take on the arduous task of Creating SOMETHING
Every single weekday of this year. I've decided to post here since I'll
Be posting very often and this is a lot less intrusive that a facebook note.
I'll be posting Poems/Essays/Paintings/articles/ any medium of art. I am
An amatuer in many things so we shall all see how all develops.
This is my very first installment.
Poem: Rock Climb in Hijab.


Stooped down and presented
Palms up
Drank water from her cup
The cup was her hand
I'm not her man
But I drank

She's fresh like the rain
Her reign will be fresh
Queen of my heart
Covering her majesty
She rock climbs in hijab
Runs miles in the rain

Outlined with eyeliner black
Closer to Isis
Like Osirus
I want her to all see
Odd rocks in our path
Places we can CROSS water
Both drank from the CRESCENT of your hand
Squeeze light from the Crescent of my eyes

We blink then open and see
We eclipse again
My reflection blocks your pupils
Back to me
Its your shadow in the center of my eye

Deep space and orbit
Breadcrumbs
Bits and pieces
Dark Matter Distance
God in every other sentence
And in silence by the inch

Sweet scent
I caught you
My tulip in a dry river bed
Puma by the waterfall
Wet where the ice melt
New Balance Princess
Rock climb in hijab

Double Negative

I searched for your heart
like W.M.D.s in Iraq. I mean
I had to give
those who supported me
reason to be there.

I listened to the allies I had
forged in my own head. They
convinced me of the fact. There
was something in you?
Worth fighting for.
Packed on a precipice.

Perhaps I listened to the crowd
too much; Reality, there was no crowd.
The allies always say what I imagine
projected on the screen I call eyes
The Weapon of Mass Destruction
is synonymous with the love
that I so desperately wanted to find
in the echoes of you.
To give my members
my limbs...a reason
to be outstretched
like they are.

A rally...a search for ghosts.
But I am no Ghost buster
at the end of the day. There
was no Indian in the Cupboard. Just
a cowboy and a manifest destiny
for self destruction or maybe
Just destruction.

I looked in you for something
You told me upfront you didn't have.
I wore out my welcome after
banishing your demon.
Hung your dictator.
Ripped a new one in you. Manipulated
when you wouldn't love; my gloves
are bloody black. My intentions
are blurred. Remove my coverings
I'll blame it on intelligence
I received falsely.

Maybe I should have carried the "one"
or dotted that lone "i"
or crossed my "t"
I've been crossing you too long.
For so long I've desired
the gold beneath your desert.
Created my own mirage and called it
by your name.
I didn't plan correctly. Your sands
jammed my machinery.

I came.

gave myself no timetable
to get out if I couldn't subdue
Your resistance too numerous or perhaps
didn't commit as much as I told
My members...my limbs, outstretched
for too long the danger of being
an emotional amputee grows
with each battle

I mean
I ought not be here.
Came to you with visions; now
my dreams are bloody black. I imagine
Coming home and finally
laying into a hug from my mother
with no way to hold her back.
My arms, my limbs; I mean, my members
were lost next to the mirage
in the moments of the ambush
at the beginning of the day

You told me you couldn't commit to me.
Over zealous as I often am. I compensated
Over committing to you.

I will make you love me
or at least write it like I believe it.
Rehearse my words until I can
convince others when I say it.

Tainted love. I am
prostrate. Facing East
Lapping up spilled oil
from the depths of the gulf of me

Cause here
Remorse tastes like I knew better.
You knew better. We all knew better.
We always seem to know better.
We never seem to do better.

We promise to do better
with our first love, second wife
But forget when our Smart bombs fail
And the strife replays
In Afghanistan.

Who are the Son of God?

WARNING: If your faith is not your own
do NOT read this blog.

If we are all Sons/Children of God then what should
"Father, Son, Holy Spirit" really mean to us?

Allow me to bypass the Sunday School lesson and assume that we all at least have heard that Jesus/Yeshua who is called the Christ, is the Son of God. But what does this mean?

Growing up in church I've heard and read many ways to explain the concept called, "The Trinity". The best I've read came from C.S. Lewis in "Mere Christianity" and the explaination I've personally used most is Water. Water frozen is Solid, that same Water is fluid and again, that same Water can be vapor. All at once and seperately. Father, Son, Holy Spirit; Easy! But not so easy and not so fast.

When I read the Bible I come across a few tough spots for this concept. The Shema: "Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is One." (Deut. 6:4-5) And Jesus, Himself never claim ownership of the Kingdom of God. He always said, "My Father's kingdom" and "the kingdom of God is like..."

So then, what could "Son of God" mean?
It seems to me more as a title of honor and a figure of speech. (I recall seeing Saadam Hussein of televison during the first Gulf War, declaring it was going to be "The Mother of All Wars")
Did this mean that All War would be birthed from this fight? Absolutely not! It hints at it being the "Essence of" war/conflict and it being unlike any before and grand in scale.
Jesus had two disciples, James and John, whom He called, "Sons of Thunder", does this mean that "Thunder" was thier Father? Absolutely not! It meant, like Thunder, they were loud and you knew when they were around. They were like the "Essence of" Thunder. If you understand this, then you should also know and understand that when Jesus is called, the "Son of God" that it means He is one like God. One in the essence of Peace, a will for Justice and in Power of miracles.

**Just as if you called someone, "Son of a Bitch", are you really calling his mother a "Bitch"? (Technically, yes) but mostly not. You're saying that the person is so much of a Bitch that they must have it in their blood.
*****I apologize for using the profane to support the profound but if your mind is more inclined to the former, that was for you.

In my understanding, Jesus wanted us to "follow Him". To become like Him, to learn from Him, to be Peace, seek Justice, and Love like Him...to be Sons of God.
"But love your enemies, do good and lend, hoping for nothing in return; and your reward will be great, and you will be Sons of the Highest. For He is kind to the unthankful and evil. Therefore be merciful, just as your Father is merciful." (Luke 6:35-36)
As Jesus (knowing He would soon be crucified) was praying in the Garden of Gethsemane, He says, (concerning those that follow and will follow Him) "...that they may be one, as You, Father, are in Me and I in You; that they also may be in US, that the world may believe you sent Me."

There is a key point in this sentence that is telling of our role and Jesus' role and I abelieve if you are boid of tradition you should already see it. For us that have had tradition and doctrine instilled in us, allow me to step outside of that and just focus on what Jesus said.

He requests that we be ONE as He and God are One.
How can you and I be one? We can't.
Unless we are one in purpose, towards a goal, in spirit and in mind, we cannot be one. We can be one in essence. This is telling about what Jesus thought of us and His relationship with the Father. He is one with God but not God Himself.
"The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs- heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ..." (Romans 8:10-17)

In the Book of Hebrews in the New Testament, Jesus is called the "firstborn of creation." Meaning He isn't (talking about the spirit, not the man) Self-Sufficient or Self-Created but is a creation of God the Father/Creator.Also in the Book of Hebrews we find this, "For both He who sanctifies and those who are being sanctified are all of one, for which reason He is not ashamed to call them brethren, saying 'I will declare Your name to my brethren..'"
Brethren (defined)
1. fellow members
2.Brother

Jesus Christ.
One with the Father but not the Father.
My Brother and my Lord.
and We are
THE SON OF GOD

#Alchemy101: The Power is in Translation

Judah 1 at Santiago H.S. March, 2010 from David Oliver on Vimeo.

Santiago High School in Corona, Ca.
I had a hoot.
A Whole Heap o fun

Either Ether -Sestina

We were as base metals seeking gold.
Our forge was fueled with oxygen.
Our minds filled with Ether.
The Light left our life through the Black-hole;
who knew what would be left was all flesh, no soul?
We set out to learn Alchemy.

Changed our religion to Alchemy
and traveled unbeaten paths til' we stumbled on gold.
Reached into the abyss and recaptured our soul
then the inhale played chess with exhale via oxygen.
There was a White-Dwarf inverted in the Black-hole
they both were balanced on the Ether.

All Elements relied on the one named, Ether.
They worked together seeking oneness and Alchemy.
The Unknown, Unseen gave them to black-hole.
Unbeknownst to them, on the other side gold.
Stripped of their oxygen
decomposed composer, flesh left, now soul.

Elements sought bodies to control; feared being lost soul.
It remained unknown the best ways to trust the Ether.
They sought sufficiency in oxygen, again.
Conclusion, "Process too difficult, this 'Alchemy'.
We will wait the eons for our gold."
The Unknown knew their wisdom remained black-hole.

The Unseen gathered the un-saw and filled black-hole.
A big bang resulted and shook all soul.
What we call energy used to be gold.
Burned back much ether,
Unseen saw need for a better Alchemy.
Sent seeds of Light to the realm of the Oxygen.

The seeds grew into Prophets in Oxygen;
their Poet twins proceeded directly from Black-hole.
They were both sent to protect and teach Alchemy
to assist in the perfection of soul
to usher us into Ether,
then all will be Gold.

We sought Alchemy before we ever had oxygen
and were drawn to Gold but feared the black-hole.
One day we will know our soul is also the Ether.