SOLFEGGIO DREAM

SOLFEGGIO DREAM

sunrises are beautiful

even when you don't wear your glasses

to hit a rock

becoming by conditioning

an indurate curtain

a condition as hard to pronounce

as cure

fortunately, your love is my cure

possible by sleep

in a solfeggio dream

sometimes striving to control a dream

as if not possessed

like grabbing for water

grabbing for a love 

already possessed

a scent 

a mist

a gauze in front a light

a shadow's desire

 changed for silk

there are no shadows with silk

there is no need to see through

what is there 

there is no need for glasses

in a solfeggio dream

because the sun rises always beautiful

 stand very close

no need to wear them

A. Mendoza, June 2020

VALLEY

VALLEY

  

where all the air

and the winds will whip

water and snow to ice

while we sequester in place

where the fires fly over the mountains

smoke painted on backdrops of flame

and a world renewed in death, destruction

defining mortality

rebirthed so living fire may feed again

inhaling wind

exhaling flame

breathing as living things do

where silence is more death than peace

and the sun, the clouds, the mountains

stand apart competing

for a night so they may hide

where under the cover of stars

alone with the moon

wind whispering to the the music of mountains 

with a blanket of clouds

an accusation instead 

of a question

do you love

 in the night

it is so hard to see

from the valley

so you must travel

to the mountain

a.mendoza 6-2020

Where is it?

Where Is It?

to suddenly miss what was never missed 

before

to realize the pointlessness 

of time


to find something

inside

that magic is the living

the filled moments


discovery

along the ways of quiet

and then the smile

settled is all fate


like that even matters

fate doesn't understand

as we can

promised time is promised waters


along those streams

both frozen and steamed

in waves and rain 

as hail and as reflections


before 

the pointlessness of time 

inside

a discovery 

A. Mendoza, 7/2019

STEPS

STEPS

the Lord loves

doesn't command

he doesn't need to

to hear a command

to search for lie

to search for the evil one

order is not command

truth is not command

strength is not command

love is order

love is truth

love is strength

you can lie in a command

and cannot in love

in your freewill you can search

in love you find

love is the command

that you don’t have to search

that you can hear

above the noise of a lie

come to love

find strength

live in love

know truth

find the steps

and the order they fall

in not command

in a search

in love hear

how the Lord loves

A. MENDOZA, November 2018

STEPS

STEPS

the Lord loves

doesn't command

he doesn't need to

to hear a command

to search for lie

to search for the evil one

order is not command

truth is not command

strength is not command

love is order

love is truth

love is strength

you can lie in a command

and cannot in love

in your freewill you can search

in love you find

love is the command

that you don’t have to search

that you can hear

above the noise of a lie

come to love

find strength

live in love

know truth

find the steps

and the order they fall

in not command

in a search

in love hear

how the Lord loves

A. MENDOZA, November 2018

OM

OM

finding light and feeling fire

to witness that feeling

of discovery

worth pains from those burns

to witness feeling

from light

there is that mix

from stirring 

om sarve

A. Mendoza, 2018

"Om, 

May All become Happy

May All be Free from Illness.
May All See what is Auspicious,
May no one Suffer.
Om Peace, Peace, Peace..."

From the Sanskrit
This poem also is similarly voiced in many religions, in many cultures.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3UpRdyChrH4

OM

OM

finding light and feeling fire

to witness that feeling

of discovery

worth pains from those burns

to witness feeling

from light

there is that mix

from stirring 

om sarve

A. Mendoza, 2018

"Om, 

May All become Happy

May All be Free from Illness.
May All See what is Auspicious,
May no one Suffer.
Om Peace, Peace, Peace..."

From the Sanskrit
This poem also is similarly voiced in many religions, in many cultures.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3UpRdyChrH4

ALLOWED ALOUD

ALOUD  ALLOWED

reading allowed

aloud

Kerouac-

Hafiz-

and in the in-between

Lorca-

in the night tales before bedtime

sweet dreams love

to the tango beat

swinging in stuttering circles

with those echoes pianissimo

in the moment movement

push from the diaphragm

in pleasure

pain

an echo from dreams

the sweet circle of love

a deep inhale

that can never be held

as herald to night

the diaphragm exhale

the stutter of movement moment

reading aloud

allowed

these in-between

Wwhish-pers

that sound 

of night tales 

a pleasure

a pain 

love

A. MENDOZA, March 2018

ALLOWED ALOUD

ALOUD  ALLOWED

reading allowed

aloud

Kerouac-

Hafiz-

and in the in-between

Lorca-

in the night tales before bedtime

sweet dreams love

to the tango beat

swinging in stuttering circles

with those echoes pianissimo

in the moment movement

push from the diaphragm

in pleasure

pain

an echo from dreams

the sweet circle of love

a deep inhale

that can never be held

as herald to night

the diaphragm exhale

the stutter of movement moment

reading aloud

allowed

these in-between

Wwhish-pers

that sound 

of night tales 

a pleasure

a pain 

love

A. MENDOZA, March 2018

IMAGINATION

 

IMAGINATION

December’s chill

warmth from Lorca

a gift from Hafiz

in all sizes from Kerouac

flowing along with Ferlinghetti

stretching as far to Plato

arriving with Sophocles

Sophocles “sometimes as work begins to flow”

Plato “God is our guardian and we, Possession...”

Ferlinghetti “...there is no end to the doors of perception...”

Kerouac “tell the children the little otay story of magic”

Hafiz “Greatness

      is always built upon he foundation

      the ability

      to appear, to speak and act

      as the most

      common

      man...”

Lorca “...What man can travel this long road

and not fill up his soul With crazy arabesques?...”

Especially when swimming

in the rivers of 2500 years

like an ocean’s spray

or a thunder storm

and a lightning flashing

giving sample to what is

in the darkness

as an unseen force

rips open

peeling away

both comfort

and complacence

revealing joy

eternity is too big

and the storms leave no guess

stand or hide

I need that concentrated

imagination

A. MENDOZA, 12-2017

IMAGINATION

 

IMAGINATION

December’s chill

warmth from Lorca

a gift from Hafiz

in all sizes from Kerouac

flowing along with Ferlinghetti

stretching as far to Plato

arriving with Sophocles

Sophocles “sometimes as work begins to flow”

Plato “God is our guardian and we, Possession...”

Ferlinghetti “...there is no end to the doors of perception...”

Kerouac “tell the children the little otay story of magic”

Hafiz “Greatness

      is always built upon he foundation

      the ability

      to appear, to speak and act

      as the most

      common

      man...”

Lorca “...What man can travel this long road

and not fill up his soul With crazy arabesques?...”

Especially when swimming

in the rivers of 2500 years

like an ocean’s spray

or a thunder storm

and a lightning flashing

giving sample to what is

in the darkness

as an unseen force

rips open

peeling away

both comfort

and complacence

revealing joy

eternity is too big

and the storms leave no guess

stand or hide

I need that concentrated

imagination

A. MENDOZA, 12-2017

HARMONY

HARMONY

to take every sound

and

make a rhythm

to fling at death

a roaring

a thunder

against the darkness

wonder

that counter point

a harmony

with a beat

felt in the silence

a breath

a whisper

a tapping

touching timing

like a rolling surf

across pebbles

uneven rattling

into a harmony

a thunder against the darkness

a roaring eternity as rhythm

a harmony

wonder

to fling at death

as counterpoint

the drum

against the darkness

a taping

a whisper

that touches in time

an uneven surf

against the pebbles

a harmony

A. MENDOZA, 2017

HARMONY

HARMONY

to take every sound

and

make a rhythm

to fling at death

a roaring

a thunder

against the darkness

wonder

that counter point

a harmony

with a beat

felt in the silence

a breath

a whisper

a tapping

touching timing

like a rolling surf

across pebbles

uneven rattling

into a harmony

a thunder against the darkness

a roaring eternity as rhythm

a harmony

wonder

to fling at death

as counterpoint

the drum

against the darkness

a taping

a whisper

that touches in time

an uneven surf

against the pebbles

a harmony

A. MENDOZA, 2017

@Last

It helps to be

non-white
and Catholic

the last death

is easy

it’s the first that’s hard

peeling the apple

to the core

‘til the onion layers

expose an empty middle

and tears

it helps

not to worry

onions grow again

seeded apples

multiply

while feeding the birds

and the small rodents

as the bugs

break bread

it’s never hard 

to be first

when at last

it helps 

never to worry

peeling away

the core

and expose the tear

to empty

to peel

to the layer

and multiply

at last

A. MENDOZA, 2017

@Last

It helps to be

non-white
and Catholic

the last death

is easy

it’s the first that’s hard

peeling the apple

to the core

‘til the onion layers

expose an empty middle

and tears

it helps

not to worry

onions grow again

seeded apples

multiply

while feeding the birds

and the small rodents

as the bugs

break bread

it’s never hard 

to be first

when at last

it helps 

never to worry

peeling away

the core

and expose the tear

to empty

to peel

to the layer

and multiply

at last

A. MENDOZA, 2017

Athazagoraphobia

To think and record

to remember

it is that eternal rush

to express

against the fear

against forgetting thought

almost as powerful

as the love of thinking

how in a mindless eternity

where love exists

remembering to express

against the fear

of forgetting

and record nothing

almost as powerful

as thought

forgetting fear

against love

or to live

in a mindless eternity

an eternal rush

to express

an eternal rush

to remember

almost as powerful

thought

as the love

of thinking

it is the eternal rush

to express

eternity

forgetting fear

A. MENDOZA, 2017

Athazagoraphobia

To think and record

to remember

it is that eternal rush

to express

against the fear

against forgetting thought

almost as powerful

as the love of thinking

how in a mindless eternity

where love exists

remembering to express

against the fear

of forgetting

and record nothing

almost as powerful

as thought

forgetting fear

against love

or to live

in a mindless eternity

an eternal rush

to express

an eternal rush

to remember

almost as powerful

thought

as the love

of thinking

it is the eternal rush

to express

eternity

forgetting fear

A. MENDOZA, 2017