Poems - Part II

To this day I continue to create poems that inspire my paintings and vice versa. So, what "triggers" a poem for me? It could be a great number of things including a random word or memory that "pops" into my head (and resonates, for one reason or another), images from a dream, thoughts that stayed with me after having listened to the latest news on CNN, or colors that linger in my mind after having experienced them in the evening sky.

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Inside

outside there is
a light that shines
from inside
where one can hear
the youthful breathing
of a festive
heart -
internal,
all around,
towards the outside
penetrates
the light
from
inside

Adorable Flow

energy flows, flows...
within me it enters in abundance...
the senses are a bridge
when I fall with the force of water
like a petal of light
towards the fountain of the intimate
immensity of the divine kiss in my mind...

adorable cosmic flow,
I am yours in
root and constellation
the senses are a river
when I fall in lightning
towards the ecstatic celebration
of the fertile garden where
I find you planting rays of light
and nourishment

you run like the water with its
energy and celestial smile,
smile that makes me flow
smile that imitates the sun...
and for its abundant warmth,
I jump as I laugh
because I enjoy a blade of grass
as I do an entire forest..
I shout as loud as I can
"I love living, I love living"

Within the Sweet...

the constant awakening
between my shoulders
open once again

the yellow door
is a smile, spring-time
promise, entrance of light

the space is a cosmic palace
behind the eyes
on the tip of the tongue
and in the poetry of the fingers

the air is a garden
within my days

it opens once more

the sea of ideas
is a cathedral, spring-time
promise, entrance of love

the space is a rose palace
behind the eyes
between the lips
that kiss the sweet
affectionate night

Open

the door is like an embryo,
an invitation towards places to spiritdance
an opening seeking to be sought
dawn is my doorway where enhanced is the enchantment
and bombarded are the minutes,
overloaded as a self-absorbed autistic child
whose stare holds secrets and desires for inner flights

towards childhood I ascend
towards the wisdom of innocence
and the rebirth of energy
naked
clothed by the
burst of a
colorbomb

sunrise I cradle in my soul
it is home
upon opening my being,
free too is the house of my mind, mother of
imagination with walls fertile as wildflower gardens of light

the windows glow
illuminating the entrance whose roof is
discovery
a structure in time's wrinkled passage,
doorways witness my ascension into
youth

much like an excited, wide-eyed child I become who,
upon the smashing of a piata, runs
towards the sweets and treats,
into the currents of celebration

in the stream I swim,
drunk with the minutes I
seize
and make my
own

I Love a Small Leaf...

yes, it is true, I love a small leaf of the tree
like I love the entire tree
because it makes me live completely
and that is how I love
the entire forest

morning is a kiss,
the day, a caress,
and the night, an embrace,
a very strong embrace ...
and when I embrace you with passion,
I embrace creation

when I love a small leaf
when I embrace you
I love the forest
I embrace creation

today and always

today and always

Splinter of the Sun

the body is a door,
upon entering, one can taste the
strong light, so strong that if
the sun were made of
wood, the internal fire of
the body would be a splinter

the body is a door,
upon opening one can listen to
the rivers, the red rivers
of the natural electric currency
that upon beating, the
dream sea of being
can be reached

the door is a body,
upon closing one can see
the zones of skin, skin of
a multitude of colors like a diverse
garden that swallows young rain
to nourish its hopes

the door is body,
upon leaving, one can feel the
light weight of the landscape,
the immense landscape that is
illuminated with bodily light,
internal fire
splinter of the sun

Drunken with Twilight

hope is like an old window
its wooden soul
drinks the young red night

the stars spit
a celestial breath
and the rotted paint falls
with the rain
like tears
from the laughter drunken
with twilight

Painting Galleries

Visit my Painting Galleries: For over twenty years, image-making for me has been a passion and avenue for exploring experiences, dreams and preoccupations, including issues of our dependence on technology, consumer culture, relationships, spirituality, politics, and the human "theatre". The paintings are arranged into different galleries, grouped, chronologically (the earliest from 1993 and spanning into the present) and "themes", especially when I find myself working in a series of paintings inspired from my life experiences, memories, nostalgia and personal interest, for example multi-generational, cross-cultural, popular consumer-based iconography and imagery, such as Chespirito, the Morton Salt Girl, muppets from Sesame Street, the Mexican Loteria, and Art History Homages.