Fortuna

"Estos dias son muy peligrosos para usted,
si se deja llevar por sus impulsos personales,
los astros y las estrellas y todo el sistema planetario le impulsaran al mal camino;
gracias a esta consulta podra usted evitar todos los males y perjuicios y las maldiciones,
una mala estrella pasara por usted y le hara daño si no hace lo que aqui le ordenamos.

Haga tres oraciones diarias del Padre Nuestro y ponga un vaso de agua al Corazon de Jesus,
durante 31 dias y de esta forma podra dominar los malos impulsos..."

The paper wont burn, I force it.
It offered me a choice.
I chose darkness and lust.
I wont bow to your god
I wont bow to a fortune-telling bird
And so I pay the price:
Another broken  heart,
to nail its pieces on the wall.

Sabiduria de mi Abuelo

Primer poema- Un mensaje de amor.


"Nuble blanca y nacarada,
que por el cielo vas sola,
llevale un beso a mi amada,
cuentale mi amor a lola.

pero si vas enojada,
nube blanca y nacarada
que por el cielo vas sola
vete mucho a la chingada
no le digas nada a lola."

Segundo poema- Respuesta a Lazaro Cardenas y su idea de nacionalismo "todos somos hijos de la republica," compuesta por preparatorianos.


"Si publica es la mujer,
que por puta es conocida
republica viene a ser
la mujer mas prostituta

y siguiendo al parecer
esta logica absoluta
todo aquel que se reputa
de republica ser hijo
viene a ser a punto fijo
un hijo de la gran puta"


Tercer Poema- Verdad irrevocable de la vida.

"De amor, en un dulcisimo arrebato
una gata se monto sobre de un gato
y al suceder todo esto en un tejado
el gato se encontraba embarazado
esto trae por moraleja, oidor querido,
que aun cuando el saberlo te incomode
todo aquel que esta arriba, es el que jode
y todo aquel que esta abajo es el jodido"

--Dictados pero no compuestos por
       Jose Luis Ruiz Ruiz

Moon/Luna

I saw the moon tonight.
I had missed her.
I had climbed her temple.
But tonight was the first time I wondered:
Is it the same moon?
That logical little lemur says it is
But I don't know if I believe that
She is living in the present
They are living in the present
I can't continue living two hours ago
I have my light, it is a promise
If it is broken so be it
I will no longer spend every moment watching
Worrying that it will be broken
But is it lifeline or anchor?
Lo descubrire.
Despues de todo, te amo, y siempre lo hare.

Ascension

The warrior ascends, condemned,
with solemn air around him.
The jungle below: a hushed, pulsating power.
The weathered stones beneath his feet weep for him.
The harvest moon herself weeps for him;
he has loved her well.
His legs scream for him to turn,
his feet ache to flee.
Back home. Back to the embrace he craves so much.
But on his stone face, a ghost of a smile dances.
As the air thins, his smile grows.
He climbs ever upward, ever higher.
How much sweeter the return, victorious
How much more passionate the embrace,
if the summit is vanquished.
The sky cannot hold her lament, rain pours, and he grins.
He gains the zenith.
Awaiting him: a lone candle, shining in the torrent.
Understanding floods him: there is no end, there is no return.
There is only forward. And with every step: love.
The warrior, still smiling, closes his eyes.
Faith unwavering, he leaps.

The Atom

Let us begin with an atom, an atom.
An atom that makes friends and lovers.
It bonds and ties and oh what a surprise
It creates a molecule with powers.

Now this molecule has an idea, idea.
Lets find something like me and join
Lets keep growing bigger and pulling the triggers
And the synapses thus become thoughts.

Now these thoughts like to circle a mind, a mind.
And this mind is chock full of chemicals
And they mix and imbalance in an organic chalice
and become the feelings of penitence.

Now this penitence is long and it hurts, it hurts
But it cleanses the feelings of loss
and of ire and of guilt that make your heart wilt
even though its all naught but a thought.

So please step into my playroom, the playroom
let the manacles shoulder your scorn
let the crop and the whip indulge your power trip
when you leave you will feel but reborn.

Trifecta

A simple line sends the heart to the ceiling.
The doubtful demons on my shoulder cajoling: Its not about you, you cannot have an impact, you are too small.
The bodhisattva in my heart smiles calmly: it is you, because your words have power, because your light is beautiful, and because she knows it.
And the logical little lemur behind my eyes states: If it is you, its just icing on a big fucking cake.
I keep reading. She cites a quote. The heart was right, the mind was right, the demons grumble. And I laugh. The millisecond battle that occurred is exactly what she wrote about. Like a particle of light in motion, distance means nothing, by the same token, time means nothing. If the same rules govern both, truly blessed am I.