By the pond
That divides into four corners
I stood in the middle
Listening to the flapping of wings
From the geese that call it home
Quiet waves of water nestled rocks to and fro
Distracting in its connection
I forced the racing of my mind back
I thought of all that I would say
As It all faded away
The questions I had held for so many years
Suddenly disappeared from my lips
I glanced at a older man
Fishing with his grandson
The news on TV did not matter
Media and all its forms were far from this place
An elderly woman walked by with a walker
In her struggle there glowed a smile
A small dog greeted me with tail wagging
And happiness in its entire being
I melted in the surrendering
For so very long I mastered the art of questioning
Wanting an understanding to it all
And now I peered at a deer eating grass
The sight of my breath in the cold air
In the witnessing of it all at that moment
No thing mattered and yet it all mattered at the same time
The colors, the aromas, the sounds
The hurt, the pain, the experience
Yesterdays held no semblance
Only this very moment
And this moment
And the next
Blame dispersed
Anger soothed
Perceptions erased
The filth became clean
Thoughts confined to the now
Of wanting to give eternal gratitude
Closing my eyes
Building courage
A Deep breath
I opened them again
No longer there
I met God today.
Tag: muse
In Truth?.
How can one know
The difference
Reality blurred
Lines covered.
I have seemed
To lose myself
In rubbles of
Uncertainty
I can easily
Blame you/them
Identify as
Victim or anti
Hero, human.
Where passion
Eludes me
Sun no longer felt;
Not burning
Words hurting
More than ever
Ripping synapses
Before reaching thought.
I am clouded
Sleep and dream
Squinted.
There is the pain
Left behind
Which beckons to be
Acknowledged
This
And only this
Is true.
Professed
Many words left unsaid
How I wished to have had the courage to say
Choosing between the “right way”
The “best way”
Only lead to knots in my throat
So I’ll scream it out loud
Now that I am no longer heard
Basking in the beyond or in the middle
Peering up or down
I proclaim with vigor in my veins
You were the ever in everything
And with baited breath I professed
In The Beginning
IN THE BEGINNING
Your breath birthed life into the ashes of me
While the stars shined down annunaki
Tablets carved in Sumerian lands
Carried out of caves by Moses hands
We braved floods on wooden arks
While the fires of Kukulkan barked
Atabey sat in meditations
Siddhartha bathed in her libations
From Elegbas jicaras
And Shivas palms
I took a ride in Ezekiels wheel
Master Fard did reveal
Yahs ultimate plan
The holes in Isas hand
And in Shaytans deceptions
Yacubs grafted creations
17 million plus 2 million in North American total
Dancing to tamobores y coro
The tower brought confusion
In my soul divine wisdom
As above so below
I offer salat and Ochosis arrow and bow
A burning bush and a voice over Damascus
A warrior, shepherd, and pacifist
Young lord and Albizu
Rumi, Watts, Elijah, y Sankara, too
Hecho con todo amor y guerrilla
God of war, mixed con alegria
As such am I from the beginning
Rocket ship to nebula as I sing
Tocando bata a Eggun
A mi Papa, te veo… soon
AseO ✊🏼
#Poetry #ELPoeta
Celebrate You
Celebrate You
I wish to
celebrate you
Every accomplishment
And each failure
Elevate your spirit
Especially in the missteps
And stumbles
I wish to
Never see any fault in you
And not reserve judgements
Perceive only pure virtue
And intent in your ways
Go into prayer for you
Boast to the creator
Of all you’ve endured
I can assure
It hasn’t gone unnoticed
All the wins
And loses
A ceremony and all
Is what I ultimately wish for
She Says
She says
I don’t look like me anymore
That the hunch in my back is more pronounced
Sunken, was the word she used
She says
my scars are in trenched deeper
Revealing my truer nature
She says
the cuadro espiritual that surrounds
My aura is too blinding with its brilliant hues
For her black and white ways
For she says she carries the blessing of Issa
Yeshua came to her in a misa
Blowing smoke in her face de el cigarro
Agua Ardiente balanced perfectly
In the other hand
Now replaced by the wine
But me
She says
No longer holds the blessing of the father
Like the baptismal waters drowning
The sins of her past
I am not worthy of her love
For she now is bonded by a holier spirit
His preaching more attractive than mine
His Gods holding more promise than mine
My devotions make her cringe with remorse
Of the times we’ve shared together
She says
that only his blood cleans away
The prints of my love off her body
Like holy water in an exorcism
So I wait in the shadows
Like the cypher of Lu
Wanting to shatter her doubts
Because though
She says
What she says
Her spirit still calls out to me
In the far reaches of her soul
Where only I can ever exist
Podcast
Ever-Changing
Ever changing am I
A chord progression in song
An ending of a season
The leaf that withers
And blooms as plant on the ground
I beg of you
Don’t seek to nail me down
Into this or that
I’ll fail each and every time
I always color outside the line
There is no reason nor tale to tell
Only awakening to today
And eternally resting yesterday
A froth of water to shore
Returning to its source
Such am I
Ever changing…. forevermore
Machete Movement
eldavid1.bandcamp.com/album/fusion-theory
Drums: Axel Garcia
Trumpet: Katalina Rodriguez
Percussion/keys/programming: El Davíd
Minor percussion: El Davíd & Katalina.

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