Eclectic Scribe

Think

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Tue, 16 Apr 2013 01:26:00 +0000

The more we understand,
the less we demonize.
That is love.

Intersection at Midnight

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 07:10:00 +0000

Trickle
     trickle
little storm drain
    river dance
of the Emerald City
     Fir fingers
air-piano
      overhead
as the sidewalks
glisten green
      yellow
   red.

Poevolution (or Stale Passion)

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Fri, 01 Feb 2013 22:36:00 +0000

It seems every few years
      that I find
a stash of old
   scrawlings
of mine
       and marvel
How silly I was!
But also
     how wise
         I've become
Then probe
      for a pen.

That smell

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Fri, 21 Dec 2012 01:51:00 +0000

Walking down the street today
I got a whiff of something
It could have been roadkill
But it gave me such a craving
For corny-dogs.

Through the Mist

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Thu, 22 Nov 2012 18:08:00 +0000

There is no faith
blinder
than patriotism
the true fog
of all wars.

The Passion of Vagabonds

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Thu, 08 Nov 2012 02:23:00 +0000

I'm in love
with the art
of meandering
      which is
but the pastime
   of wandering
    as you
    mosey.

Aggression Perception

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Mon, 22 Oct 2012 18:33:00 +0000

One man's meekness
    another man's timidity
one man's humility
    another man's weakness
a man's congeniality
    to another is passivity   
but to a woman
           it can vary
 by the hour.

Facebooked

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Wed, 10 Oct 2012 04:17:00 +0000

What a grand mess
  we’re in
     slavery’s not dead
we are rented
   not bought
        and wander
where lead
    by pop culture
 sports
the thirst for more
      money
   status or fame
each bear
 has his
    honey
plugged-in
     to the web
      we’ve been wrought
pseudo-social
   writhing
 in loneliness
 with 300 friends.

Lonely Thinker

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Thu, 04 Oct 2012 18:27:00 +0000

Loneliness
can be
   beautiful
time
for a thinker
    a poet
to painfully
pour
    soul
      deep
into fault-lines
of the world
      with
no one
to point out
my own.

Exotic Business

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Fri, 31 Aug 2012 06:02:00 +0000

A five-man
        congregation
seated for dinner
One barks
   Asianese
into an I-phone
Two fat white hosts
     try to be funny
A lingual cross-pollinator
              murmurs and smiles
     awkwardly
Number five's eyebrows
        rise
Humor
         drowns
in translation.

Voting for Change

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Wed, 15 Aug 2012 00:40:00 +0000

Opposing elitists are spending millions of corporate dollars (amounting colossal political debt) to sling mud, flail straw-men, and make empty promises. We Americans should know better than to vote for a mainstream candidate. I think most of us realize the problem, but are scared to initiate change. The reasoning goes:

I really like X, but he/she doesn't have a chance. . . I don't like the Republican or Democrat running, but have to vote for the lesser of the two evils- otherwise the candidate I hate the most is even more likely to win!

And maybe they would. But just imagine if by some miracle a large percentage of the electorate, who couldn't stand anyone on the ticket, voted anyway- just writing-in their own grandfathers at the polls. A mainstream candidate still wins the election, topping the other with, say, 25% to 18% of the vote. I'm pretty sure that the 57%, regardless of how many other candidates it's divided among, will send a clear message to congress, and to the rest of the world, that well over half of the citizenry who cared to vote are not happy with the way things are, and that reform is critical on both sides of the aisle.

Regardless of your political leanings, please don't sit this election out or follow the sheep off of the proverbial cliff. It's a gutsy move, turning against the tide of sentiment- feeling that your vote might be "wasted." But remember, most of those sheep aren't idiots, they just use the same train of thought to come to the conclusion that you might be.

Evil

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Fri, 10 Aug 2012 00:44:00 +0000

The most gross manifestations of evil in the postmodern world are spawned by the collective willpower of those who profit most, but are scarcely held accountable.

American Patriots

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Sun, 05 Aug 2012 18:55:00 +0000

Propaganda is the pride-based bait of fools whom governments label "patriots." True patriots are humble citizens who don't willfully ignore wisdom endowed by history, deny the smoldering oppression and injustice left in the wake of our own path to supremacy in the name of security, or refuse to engage in the risk and sacrifice necessary to change their nation's disgraceful trajectory.

The Dungeon of Attainment

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Sat, 16 Jun 2012 12:37:00 +0000

So few of us
       know
    what we 
       want
   but we all
       think
     we want
     what we 
         see
 hence when

  we procure
     a desire

it is much like

    arresting

     a dream

Aging

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Tue, 05 Jun 2012 01:21:00 +0000

I sensed the slightest
      apprehension
   in my heart
 the other day
       regarding learning
      something new
but I fought that thought away
I'm only thirty-one
   and must resist
      getting old.

Bacon

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Sat, 24 Mar 2012 03:26:00 +0000

What is bacon

but a ripple

of love?

A gristle

and fat wave

saturated

with salt

peppered

to perfection

applewood

smoked

best seared

on cast iron

to a blackened

red crisp

and blissfully

munched.

Above the Light

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 03:24:00 +0000

Through the warm jet stream
Of an old kerosene lamp
Walls become curtains.

Young Heart

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 21:08:00 +0000

I hope 
   I will still
be enjoying
      the thrill
   of wielding
a finger
   to smear 
            smiles
     that linger
  on chilled
     window panes
in my 
   sixties

Striving

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 19:20:00 +0000

I don't crave being different
   or part of a craze 
      but to purge
       my indifference

 escape
    from the maze
of shallow partitions
     that channel 
       |my soul|
between greed
     and ambition 
along rails of false hope
   toward a destiny

                          (   void   )

of love-rooted meaning 
     where regret
      in hindsight
             will

   /\/\/\  burn /\/\/\ 
in the twilight 
      of a life spent

striving
         with me

If

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 16:30:00 +0000

If I could just walk
If I could just talk
If I grow just a tad
If I could join in the fad
If I didn't have braces
If I could go places
If I was first chair
If I could just spike my hair
If I had wheels
If I oozed sex-appeal
If I make the team
If I was eighteen
If I lived on my own
If I wasn't alone
If I had plastic money
If all found me funny
If part of a frat
If I just lost more fat
If I pass this exam
If I could just afford Spam
If I avoid being late
If I just graduate
If I get the position
If I bathe in commission
If I can just make her laugh
If I can just make this last
If I had more finesse
If she says 'yes!'
If she wouldn't char food
If she thought like a dude
If she would clam-up
doll-up, wait-up, warm-up. . .
If we only had kids
If Junior just lives
If I purchase a mansion
If I survive the expansion
If I get out of debt
If I win the next bet
If I could afford my ambition
If I can outspend attrition
If my hair would hold tight
If Junior'd get right
If I could retire
If I could rekindle the fire
If my joints didn't ache
If I could see straight
If she'd just outlive me
If Junior would love me
If I was still young
If I could just fill my lungs
If I could eat more than rice
If my bones weren't dry ice
If I could go back in time
If I could re-live this rhyme
If I wasn't lead to the crypt
By if

Haiti

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 14:36:00 +0000

Beans and rice    chickens hung
black arms baking in the sun
banana      lime     coconut
the deep-ribbed sides of starving mutts
rebar     potholes     cinder blocks
bales of clothes    sticker shock
scent stories sliding from savory to sewage
“mesi”     “pad qua”      “bon voyage”
an orphan's cry from Canaanland
a widow's wrinkled    outstretched hand
papaya      mango      fried plantain
truth and lies      stomach pain
blackouts    vendors    honking horns
waves of love in pools of scorn
dust clouds     beggars      diesel fumes
tent cities     pigs      above-ground tombs
UN sentinels    razor wire
trash piles hosting goats or fire
coffee    thick as motor oil
the shade of palms in fertile soil
wet-hot winds whip tattered flags
over soccer fields with balls of rags
bright white smiles  sugar cane
a persistent  rooster's sharp refrain 
Tampico flowing      orange and pink
wells of water none can drink
nuns and crosses crescent moons
the echo of Voodoo shadows  too
scripture scrawled on cars and signs
evangelistic battle lines.

Convenience

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 17:29:00 +0000

Proximity
  is powerful
    psychological magnetism
somehow walking 
 to a restaurant
    justifies spending
 half-a-week's groceries
    on two meals
 (plus tip)
 when a five mile 
       drive
  to do the same
    seems stupid.

The Dam

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 05:08:00 +0000

When tears won't stream
 they scream
  caught in the folds
      of a numb dam
  with a chilled throb
        held hostage
     behind layer
             upon layer
  of renewed hope
       and determined love
  thrashed to callous.

Impending Stress

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 22:43:00 +0000

     Above

The figurative
Stainless
Silver 
Spinning
Blades over
           head
Hangs a turd
By a hair
Begging
To take
    the
     plunge

Another "Well-Said"

noreply@blogger.com (Tex DeJésus) — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 02:32:00 +0000

A gem stumbled upon, origin unknown