Ernesto

Impervious to the favonian breeze
You turn incarnadine, the soil;
Of generations of mute peasants
Imprecated by their own indigence
Your dream, to vivify the dead
To give voice to slashed tongues
To raise fists calloused with care
And dry tears with the heat of fire
Yes, teach the mould on earth
To defy the heights of empyrean
Your blood no precious than water
Your flesh carved out of earth;
You defied the mountains and
Changed the course of streams
Your love stained red flag-staff
Affixing your corpse to death;
And all for the sake of loaves
Of our anhydrous daily bread

Marijuana Dreams

Wispy circles of light
And rings of blue-grey smoke
The hollow of my eyes
Are filled to the brim
With smoky marijuana dreams

Life is suspended still
From a stalk of weed
I could just pluck if off
And drift away deep, deep
Into my marijuana dreams

Drops of sweetened despair
Fail to quench my black thirst
Leave me to my sorrows sweet
As life ebbs away, on tip toes
I’ll surrender to marijuana dreams

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Tired of all fears of the dark
Fear of great heights and falls
I stand by the edge of darkness deep
And gaze into the heart of fear

Plunge, I will, in wild abandon
As thoughtlessly as a truant child
I refuse to grow wings to fly away
I will look fear in its menacing eye

Like a vagabond drop of rain
I plummet through emptiness
Seeking to conquer all that I fear
And desolation like a tiara wear