con[x]sentimiento

I have sought solace. That does not last.

While feeling’s to battle, silence holds free to blast.

For all who experience transgression’s wide spectrum, aid to understand.

Yet in deep incomprehension, I will raise my hand. 

We raise our hand before speech, as consent for what follows.

We raise our hand, just to reach- high purpose, not shallow. 

We  raise our hand to be here, so that next may go further. 

We raise our hands as we lift, from silence, this burden. 

Here lies the claim for our will- in all that’s our prowess.

We raise our hand for this feat. Defeat’s never been promised. 

We raise our hands, here to see- visual count of what happens. 

For what you thought without breach, had always been ours. 

On anti-victimization, of violation may all be aware. 

One replays in pity, the other in unsought spare. 

In matters of ethics, one be most scrutinous with no other than self. 

Is it one’s responsibility? For repercussions a perpetrator awaits?

It is in deep conscientiousness that distinctiveness matters. 

Where fundamental to share, you only have offense.

Although distraught, rationale leaves no wonder. 

I do have questions- uncertain, not mounting. 

How from my core has spirit abandoned? 

Why cast such weight, when all is mere hollow? 

How can empty feel drag, yet carry what follows? 

Extraneous misleading took undisclosed heaven. 

You know not the value of those you have threatened. 

Socks of Blue

Left with two dollar socks 

of blue carpet color

The one I lay as a child

when grandma was mother

Of similar texture, or even the same

All while my toes 

played game on that train

Love- what you’ve given

best of my best

Bold fresh blown kisses 

two never forget

11 + 22 [333]

Her number is 3

third of kin

not to love Her

sacred sin

natural allure

sweet injection

twin looped Hair

elevated conception

youthful voice

worth

wait

reciprocation

[333]

floreció___________ Florencio]

I sat at the foot of his chair, stone cold feet of longtime anchor.

      Sentient solitude                                                                           of grateful stature. 

Afloat in blue, white cast, no shadow. 

Wisdom speaks to those you follow. 

       Guardian shield, pressed, 

         blessed and righteous. 

          A shine high bright, 

          cast nest of hollow. 

Auric spells over pig garbanzos, our afternoons, clean plates.

-Spark sorrow.

Your fresh old smell and hair                                                                  unraveled. 

                          Tight bristles stroke wide head, best                travel. 

       With love I write to you,

          Grandfather. 

I-S. IS. [I exist.]

Eye- built vessel for time travel. 

Skim dark sea, all else swallows. 

Face my mind, it’s a vacuum. 

See you there. Soul- bare matter.