The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior


Sweatin' It Out....

The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior

Sunday, August 30, 2015


The wise of the way speak of circles in time
Processions of Moons and the Seasons
In circles we count twenty four thousand years
Through ages of Darkness and Reason

A steady machine of Ascension and Light
We make our way out of this well
Though garnished with beauty of nature and life
We're not here forever to dwell

I've pondered the Steles the Ancients bequeathed
That point out Eternities Way
To raise generations, each better and kind
With more wisdom gained every day

Now those who would keep us in chains steer the words
And coarsen the children to come
It is our sworn duty to cast them aside
And prosper our Soul's final sum

Saturday, August 15, 2015

The Rue

The Rue

I tread this Rue alone
In morning sun I passerby
Between the walls that shut me out
A world of peace is mine

The walls put here for private worlds
Forgotten is what lies between
Inside the hollowed houses dwell
So self reflect in quiet unseen

A walking stick I now require
For many days have had their toll
I'm ready for the final steps
With love of all within my Soul

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

The Hitchikers

I stood with my hand in the wind
A sweet little dog by my side
Hoping to Heaven we'd beat the rain
That someone would give us a ride
Of Hippies and Truckers and such
Lonely old folks of good heart
We flew o'er the land
On the kindness of strangers
Many were friends when we'd part
I think of those days on the road
With bittersweet tears in my eye
And mourn my sweet dog
Now many years gone
Still faithfully here in my mind

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Second Birth

I stood on the tips of a silent cloud
The world spun beneath my feet
Dark fled the wisps of the morning sun
The cloud was a Coral Sheet
In great undulations the colors they turned
And struck me to floating away
With God In A River That Bears The Will
My lips struck with nothing to say
But there in the River The Word Reverbed
And I knew the Grace Of Its Sound
A Filling Vibration That Shook The Earth
From Alpha's Omega Rebound
So there in my eyes was the answer to all
I set myself back on the Earth
To walk with the knowledge that God Simply Is
And witness of Second Birth

Sunday, December 21, 2014

We come around the Sun once more
And celebrate the Christ was born

And on this day the Sun is low
Like dying candle in the snow

That our rebirth of soul is sure
By God In Flesh Sprang From The Word

So we rejoice and bare our love
That Angel Choirs From Heaven Above

Bend to the Earth and Sing Refrain
That Sin and Death are pledged away

Called to repent and Love The Lord
Forgiveness from our God assured

The Debt bought like a Precious Gem
When Mary births in Bethlehem

Friday, December 05, 2014

Ambling Couplets

I'll awake while night is full...
My art, it will not wait...
Calls me from my sleeping world
And leads me from the gate

To tarry is not possible
Like dogs of windows watch
To catch a thought as passerby
And set it to the cloth

To let the couplets amble on
And amble on they will
To pass into oblivion
And ne'er a page to fill

This is a fate I will not brook
These living words must be
I'll catch an zoo the lot of them
For all the world to see

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Ode to a Pirate

For "Speak Like A Pirate Day....."

I'll trim me sails
When the wind be gales
And lash the wheel to the rail

I'll down me grog
In a quiet fog
And tack me way in a jog

I'll slide in stealth
And relieve your wealth
If the weather gauge is mine

Then a plank is dropped
And we cross the top
On your liver then, I'll dine....

Sunday, August 10, 2014

I left with my world in a sack
Made of paper and old horse's hooves
A few folded rags to put on my back
And a couple of raggedy books

Their covers were worn into piffling
I stroked with each opening crack
To dream on the prose of Kipling
And adventures of Jack Kerouac

I read of the things worth the knowing
That love was a gamble at best
And those that you love need the showing
When your heart runs away in your breast

How the road is always a few steps away
And its call can be stronger than steel
That settling down is a whirl in a fray
No matter how happy you feel

Now I look on the hearts that I've cherished
In all different manners and ways
And weep for the ones that are perished
As I come to the end of my days

The books that I treasured that trip in the rain
With their covers worn softer than silk
Are gone long ago but their words still remain
In the heart that was born of their milk


Saturday, July 19, 2014


Wheel of Sun, you burn your path
As forever you have done
Days grow long and short in rhythm
Cadence of the One To Come

In the transit of the Stars
Gently rocking as we fly
Cut a trail in Hallowed Heaven
Speeding into future night

Deep into the distant sky
In the wake of flowing time
May I reach for your soft touch
Soaring knowledge for our minds

Only here in scattered bloom
Time again in mortal frame
One step forward should it be
Never back or just the same

When at last our Souls are trued
By the cadence of the light
In the flow of God's Good Grace
We will all Nirvana find.....

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Spinning Couplets In The Wind

Open mind and summer's breeze
Spin couplets as they fall
There are many chores to do
I cannot catch them all

Alas a poem bloomed inside
But through the open door
Was spirited away by life
To be a poem no more


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Face of God

I made my way above the clouds
To see the Face of God
I ride a spinning missile
Made of water, air and sod

This little time we tarry here
Our vision to the sky
And rocket miles uncounted
A time to breath and die

Like flowers in the Garden
Our petals fall away
So we will kiss that Face of God
And live another day

Sunday, May 18, 2014

The Photograph

Hello my friend who's always there
Whose gaze does not wander
Nor the edges droop on a perfect smile
Though you left the door so long ago
Still your phantom lingers
On paper, captured 'neath a sheet of glass
It's good to know one's limitations
And me, the limit of your presence here
Still in the face of storm or conflagration
It's you I'll risk my tenure in this borne to save
The others captive, hanging here
Or set about for all to see
Witness time in silent confirmation
Caught in moments now long past and gone
Am I captive also in a box or album somewhere?
Or 'neath a sheet of glass as you are here
And though that moment caught me with a smile
Below the thin patina am I trapped forever
Broken hearted or malicious in my thought
Perhaps the the primitives were right to fear it
With power to take a wafer from your soul
For all to view the dissection
In microscopic examination
Defenseless to the moment for one's self


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