Gracias ~ Rsponse: second wind, poem

Venceremos Jose! You are a good poet and it inspires to do some of my own. I like the mental images I got from it and it was well done. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Come Together and Create! Peter S. Lopez ~ aka:Peta Sacramento, California, Aztlan Email: sacranative@yahoo.com C/S --- On Wed, 7/16/08, Jose Garza <aztatlxikano@yahoo.com> wrote: From: Jose Garza <aztatlxikano@yahoo.com> Subject: second wind, poem To: movimiento_con-safos-y-que@yahoogroups.com, NetworkAztlan_Arte@yahoogroups.com, Date: Wednesday, July 16, 2008, 4:41 PM Second Wind: Dedicated to Random Anarchy (for Kris) 1. She is Mexika from Anahuac Xixemecate origin, from wild mountain winds the longer her hair grows the lengthier her ancestry 2. heat wave playing Xikano music full volume to the consternation of western Blue Jay & daylight sleeping coyotes dreaming in the womb of these ageless mountain altos, a rebel wind I am Geronimo Goyathlay, Chiricuahua Apache playing hide & seek quenching mountain creek water thirst, chasing lonely dreams; I am Geronimo Pratt Black Panther leaping, an unexpected quicksand rainstorm filling dry arroyos I am honey dew melon in the summertime at Haymarket Square, Chicago; I am Sierra Madre Coahuila, Mexico mountain top resting memories- today at 1602 Brunswick Street, south San Antonio, Texas or tomarrow in 1492 hiding from Spanish cannon, the angry French invader wasps can be handled with Copal smoke from Kalpulli Izkalli y con Danzantes Mexica, intricately weaving the great difference between self pride & self defense, imagine how good it is to move in ones own space.... 3. refrigerators, desk tops, coffee tables, closets, file cabinets were invented are the most logical places for clutter, our youth was birthed to be molded by the state- opinionated with little resourcefullness it rained all day washing friendship down a Central Avenue storm drain cortando flores haphazard I learned the hard way to toss the angry words into the hostile atmosphere, tell me which illusion are you hiding behind? is it friendly there? here is a family secret recipe, I am who I am I work better under pressure, a reason to continue the folly full throttle wide open in abandonment, crack snap! free & safe settle down get married stay single it is all a mystery to me I develope best founded theories of life thinking, walking alone stumbling down pot holed alleyways of the big city, discovering rusted art trinkets collecting city desert mountain view lost objectives, twisted wire highway tractor trailer blow-out tire tread crushed beer bottle caps tell me that life can be a Weather-worn rain storm