A SOLAR MOON

 

A SOLAR MOON

So
It's not that I don't love the Lord
but
I can see just fine from here

the solar night lights
over come the dark
over come by the full moon
the next step
re-chargeable moon lights
with their batteries
as promise to fill

and the new bio-luminous trees
sweep in the chill in the full moon breeze
in the cold fall night
that silences crickets
putting frogs to sleep early
and owls tucked into their nests
and rodents snuggled into their furs
after gorging on my garden

I'm just fine here
in the moonlight's crystalline frost
the glowing earth as a reflection
needing to make no promises
for another night

a full moon light
a next step eternal
a luminous sea
a solar nite light
I can see him just fine from here

A. MENDOZA, 2017

A SOLAR MOON

 

A SOLAR MOON

So
It's not that I don't love the Lord
but
I can see just fine from here

the solar night lights
over come the dark
over come by the full moon
the next step
re-chargeable moon lights
with their batteries
as promise to fill

and the new bio-luminous trees
sweep in the chill in the full moon breeze
in the cold fall night
that silences crickets
putting frogs to sleep early
and owls tucked into their nests
and rodents snuggled into their furs
after gorging on my garden

I'm just fine here
in the moonlight's crystalline frost
the glowing earth as a reflection
needing to make no promises
for another night

a full moon light
a next step eternal
a luminous sea
a solar nite light
I can see him just fine from here

A. MENDOZA, 2017

BETWEEN AUTUMN AND WINTER

BETWEEN AUTUMN AND WINTER

many words for single thoughts
too many thoughts for single words
not enough for silent moments

soon December falls
like snow gentle and autumn like
as soft as the breeze whispers

a single moment
a single word for too many thoughts
not enough single moments

a winter moment
fills itself like a snow gentle
the breeze whispers

life like are the whispers
words that you've always wanted to hear
that you've always wanted to touch

never enough words
never enough thoughts
never enough silent Autumn

enough silence
to speak words
whispering snow now speaks

autumn like winter
falls in a gentle night
like a silence snow speaks

too many words
for a single thought
a breeze whispers
moments

A. MENDOZA, 2016

BETWEEN AUTUMN AND WINTER

BETWEEN AUTUMN AND WINTER

many words for single thoughts
too many thoughts for single words
not enough for silent moments

soon December falls
like snow gentle and autumn like
as soft as the breeze whispers

a single moment
a single word for too many thoughts
not enough single moments

a winter moment
fills itself like a snow gentle
the breeze whispers

life like are the whispers
words that you've always wanted to hear
that you've always wanted to touch

never enough words
never enough thoughts
never enough silent Autumn

enough silence
to speak words
whispering snow now speaks

autumn like winter
falls in a gentle night
like a silence snow speaks

too many words
for a single thought
a breeze whispers
moments

A. MENDOZA, 2016

A PLACE CALLED WATER

 A PLACE CALLED WATER

water’s ocean from below

pounding surf

sea spray carried by wind

turning sand and sun

in sweeping waves of punishment on body

taking in the last of fall

before the sheets of summer

before the final end of warmth

time of brisk sea and air

hot tea evenings

flowing together

to the never ending clock of tides

time to move on again

along the black ribbon

along the 9k rim at 130 kilometers

far north in the dome of a clear sky

in the twilight curtain before moonlight

there is the lightning

rhythm flashing reflections

glows of the echoes in a sky high canyon wall

lightning silently re-imagines my fleeting shadow

there is no north in view

now even the night hides

then an odd coincidence

the contrived measures of time

become binary

1010- on off, on, off

are subject to the flashing lightning

suddenly moving at 130 kilometers at 9k

stillness

for a blink

the strobe of insight

at 130 kpm, at 9k

nothing

total darkness

to total light

and they were the same

then there was a sudden dissatisfaction

as each instance open and closed

nothing seemed to have importance

total sight was total darkness

and the reality was in between

where is the sky?

The moon is nowhere to be seen

everything completely dominated by cloud cover

suddenly the ribbon becomes a slide

as the glimpses

left and right reveal the rising escarpment

of both sides

as the tunnel plunges downward

suddenly the walls drop away

the lighting’s ever widening view

becomes chaotic

and then there was the vast plain

spread open to the moon

an innocent beauty untouchable

finally, it rains

this is not water like the sea

no spray like foams carried on a breeze

not a water swelling from below

surf pounding the willing body

a water of sand, sea and surf

a water of a lighter texture

a whole different taste

driven by wind in a cold mountain night

standing in the frigid air becoming covered from above

swept by water onto face and limbs

water without the rhythm of the sea

a different type of relentlessness

bathing in magnificent thunder

coated by lightning

ice cold rain

water very unlike yesterdays rising waves

pulled by gravity and cast by wind

this water falls and is driven by storm

then it is time to move on again

not all who wander are lost

A.MENDOZA, 2016

A PLACE CALLED WATER

 A PLACE CALLED WATER

water’s ocean from below

pounding surf

sea spray carried by wind

turning sand and sun

in sweeping waves of punishment on body

taking in the last of fall

before the sheets of summer

before the final end of warmth

time of brisk sea and air

hot tea evenings

flowing together

to the never ending clock of tides

time to move on again

along the black ribbon

along the 9k rim at 130 kilometers

far north in the dome of a clear sky

in the twilight curtain before moonlight

there is the lightning

rhythm flashing reflections

glows of the echoes in a sky high canyon wall

lightning silently re-imagines my fleeting shadow

there is no north in view

now even the night hides

then an odd coincidence

the contrived measures of time

become binary

1010- on off, on, off

are subject to the flashing lightning

suddenly moving at 130 kilometers at 9k

stillness

for a blink

the strobe of insight

at 130 kpm, at 9k

nothing

total darkness

to total light

and they were the same

then there was a sudden dissatisfaction

as each instance open and closed

nothing seemed to have importance

total sight was total darkness

and the reality was in between

where is the sky?

The moon is nowhere to be seen

everything completely dominated by cloud cover

suddenly the ribbon becomes a slide

as the glimpses

left and right reveal the rising escarpment

of both sides

as the tunnel plunges downward

suddenly the walls drop away

the lighting’s ever widening view

becomes chaotic

and then there was the vast plain

spread open to the moon

an innocent beauty untouchable

finally, it rains

this is not water like the sea

no spray like foams carried on a breeze

not a water swelling from below

surf pounding the willing body

a water of sand, sea and surf

a water of a lighter texture

a whole different taste

driven by wind in a cold mountain night

standing in the frigid air becoming covered from above

swept by water onto face and limbs

water without the rhythm of the sea

a different type of relentlessness

bathing in magnificent thunder

coated by lightning

ice cold rain

water very unlike yesterdays rising waves

pulled by gravity and cast by wind

this water falls and is driven by storm

then it is time to move on again

not all who wander are lost

A.MENDOZA, 2016

ENOUGH

I see that sometimes how vague language 

makes even simple ideas complicated. 

This inquiring mind wants to know, what's enough?

The idea of what is “enough” 

Placing value is very subjective, except when it’s not. 

Even the idea of what is practical comes into question

Who places a limitation also defines who'll control that valuation

And how what is enough is defined and how that definition is accepted. 

A chemical solution of sugar in tea is a good example

The what and why of sugar in tea can be very, very subjective. 

When are there enough taxes, enough clean water or enough pollution that is harmful? And then, harmful to whom? Enough tax for whom? What purpose will the enough serve, and for who? 

Working in an acceptable range of enough is very fuzzy

A stuffed animal seems more real.

Even the acceptability of the acceptable “enough” comes into question at practically every instance of a moral or legal question

That vagueness is what makes jurisprudent construction so difficult. 

How can such a construction not fail? 

The differences in what is “moral” or “legal” are very confusing when such are compared to, say, State's Right vs Federal, or, from one religious view vs another.

Enough about enough, hopefully.

Where is my fuzzy stuffed animal?

A. Mendoza,2016

 

ENOUGH

I see that sometimes how vague language 

makes even simple ideas complicated. 

This inquiring mind wants to know, what's enough?

The idea of what is “enough” 

Placing value is very subjective, except when it’s not. 

Even the idea of what is practical comes into question

Who places a limitation also defines who'll control that valuation

And how what is enough is defined and how that definition is accepted. 

A chemical solution of sugar in tea is a good example

The what and why of sugar in tea can be very, very subjective. 

When are there enough taxes, enough clean water or enough pollution that is harmful? And then, harmful to whom? Enough tax for whom? What purpose will the enough serve, and for who? 

Working in an acceptable range of enough is very fuzzy

A stuffed animal seems more real.

Even the acceptability of the acceptable “enough” comes into question at practically every instance of a moral or legal question

That vagueness is what makes jurisprudent construction so difficult. 

How can such a construction not fail? 

The differences in what is “moral” or “legal” are very confusing when such are compared to, say, State's Right vs Federal, or, from one religious view vs another.

Enough about enough, hopefully.

Where is my fuzzy stuffed animal?

A. Mendoza,2016

 

to show

TO SHOW

sheets lined

 star facing toward

windward dropping sails

that say less unfurled

airless wind at a loss

unfilled sails




moonlight by day

never matters more

by night

even when guided

by star light




lite by starlight

surrounding the day unseen

like a dark music

or a windless sail unfurled

airless wind found at a loss

sheets unlined dropped




unfulfilled sails

like a moon by day

patient until the night returns

because light matters most

when the sails are unfurled

to catch the surrounding

dark music

A. Mendoza, 2016

to show

TO SHOW

sheets lined

 star facing toward

windward dropping sails

that say less unfurled

airless wind at a loss

unfilled sails




moonlight by day

never matters more

by night

even when guided

by star light




lite by starlight

surrounding the day unseen

like a dark music

or a windless sail unfurled

airless wind found at a loss

sheets unlined dropped




unfulfilled sails

like a moon by day

patient until the night returns

because light matters most

when the sails are unfurled

to catch the surrounding

dark music

A. Mendoza, 2016

AN ELECTION FABLE

An Election Fable

in a large pasture surrounded by mountains
were a flock of sheep and herd of goats

on one mountaintop was a great wolf
on the other a ferocious panther


looking for a meal each started down the valley towards their prey
halfway down each saw the other and realized the other would have to go
so they started their approaches

as they approached and sized each other up
each then realized the other could do
fatal damage to the other

and said the wolf, “the sheep are mine”
and said the panther, “the goats are mine”

then the hungry predators each went towards their prey
when a man fired his gun and killed them both






A.MENDOZA,2016

AN ELECTION FABLE

An Election Fable

in a large pasture surrounded by mountains
were a flock of sheep and herd of goats

on one mountaintop was a great wolf
on the other a ferocious panther


looking for a meal each started down the valley towards their prey
halfway down each saw the other and realized the other would have to go
so they started their approaches

as they approached and sized each other up
each then realized the other could do
fatal damage to the other

and said the wolf, “the sheep are mine”
and said the panther, “the goats are mine”

then the hungry predators each went towards their prey
when a man fired his gun and killed them both






A.MENDOZA,2016

DOUBLE VISION

Double Vision

mis-understanding a double vision
emotion becomes the moment
only what is felt is left
cold precision of time melts down feeling
when the moment of emotion overwhelms eternity
knowledge freezes the flowing

blind to even what is seen
that flowing frozen time
eternal in its moment
when knowing that what is felt
becomes the reason for what is meant
to be frozen in time
a double vision

clocks over ice
a sweetened drink swirling
frozen moments mixed
what is frozen cannot flood
an emotional ice age
doubly seen as what it is
as what it will it be


eternity's moment overwhelms
a ticking frozen knowledge
mis-understood emotions
melting into moments
in the cold precision of time
swirling like a clock over ice
holding with both hands
a double vision


A.MENDOZA,2016

DOUBLE VISION

Double Vision

mis-understanding a double vision
emotion becomes the moment
only what is felt is left
cold precision of time melts down feeling
when the moment of emotion overwhelms eternity
knowledge freezes the flowing

blind to even what is seen
that flowing frozen time
eternal in its moment
when knowing that what is felt
becomes the reason for what is meant
to be frozen in time
a double vision

clocks over ice
a sweetened drink swirling
frozen moments mixed
what is frozen cannot flood
an emotional ice age
doubly seen as what it is
as what it will it be


eternity's moment overwhelms
a ticking frozen knowledge
mis-understood emotions
melting into moments
in the cold precision of time
swirling like a clock over ice
holding with both hands
a double vision


A.MENDOZA,2016

A TEMPO PRE-VERSED

"Shaded" A Mendoza, 2004

 

a decider destructiveness 

less perverse as civilized

still elusive and simple

a symphony

a tempo

a monotony
 

 perverse

civilized

magical in-conclusion

essential indecision



heat devolves to ice

light devolves to dark

water hides the clear

devolved light



ice monotony

eludes water

 devolved light

 dissolved in ice

consuming the very air

we float in

a tempo perverse

a rhythmic in-conclusion



decider destructiveness

elusive and simple

as dark and ice

consuming the very air

of a perverse

music

A. MENDOZA, 2016

A TEMPO PRE-VERSED

"Shaded" A Mendoza, 2004

 

a decider destructiveness 

less perverse as civilized

still elusive and simple

a symphony

a tempo

a monotony
 

 perverse

civilized

magical in-conclusion

essential indecision



heat devolves to ice

light devolves to dark

water hides the clear

devolved light



ice monotony

eludes water

 devolved light

 dissolved in ice

consuming the very air

we float in

a tempo perverse

a rhythmic in-conclusion



decider destructiveness

elusive and simple

as dark and ice

consuming the very air

of a perverse

music

A. MENDOZA, 2016

MAD REASON

MAD  REASON

 

from commitment 

to commandment

omitting

a commandment to commit


to do as a command

doesn't commit by command

omitting freewill  


committing a lie 

omitting commitment

never free of commandment


melding madness

 molding reason

mashed words

into mad reason


molded mashed and melded

like thought pencil and paper

a madness



fed by a darkness

seen in light

melded to a mold darkly

becoming reason

as madness



mashed commandments

madness commitment 

free to omit

admitting lie



mad reason

an ommit-ment

madness commitment

by command



A. Mendoza, 2016

 

MAD REASON

MAD  REASON

 

from commitment 

to commandment

omitting

a commandment to commit


to do as a command

doesn't commit by command

omitting freewill  


committing a lie 

omitting commitment

never free of commandment


melding madness

 molding reason

mashed words

into mad reason


molded mashed and melded

like thought pencil and paper

a madness



fed by a darkness

seen in light

melded to a mold darkly

becoming reason

as madness



mashed commandments

madness commitment 

free to omit

admitting lie



mad reason

an ommit-ment

madness commitment

by command



A. Mendoza, 2016