The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior

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The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior

Friday, July 28, 2017

Ode to Albert Gore

All have come
And all have passed
Think thee now are mightiest?
Can you will the rain to fall?
Wind to blow?
Turn spring to fall?
Even with your greatest power
You are less than bird and flower.
In a Lotus of the Indra
We are but a tiny ember.
Soon this age will pass away
Can you will your self to stay?

Friday, June 09, 2017

Me

Please don't think from my following remarks I'm a Republican apologist.
I'm a Democrat whose mother headed the Democrat Women's Club in Austin, Texas
My father worked for LBJ for many years.
They were hard line conservatives until the seventies and there was a decided swing left.
Vietnam left such a bad taste in our mouths that it fueled the swing left.
Hell, I was leading the charge.
We became socialists no doubt about it.
We tried to tear down every value system existing.
It was going to be the Utopia it was supposed to be.

Then I began to see how rabid the hard liners were.
Their agenda wasn't dedicated to equality and justice.
It was only about power.
They were the epitome of Big Brother.
Thought control and slavery to the system.
I detested the religious book burners but they had nothing on the purge
of intellectual thought my fellow Democrats were planning.
It wasn't the conservative minded who were so hate filled, it was us.
Hate of anyone who voiced any opposition or had the nerve to question us in any degree.
We vilified every action of those deemed to be heretic.

President Trump is the result of people getting fed up with the Democrats assault
on every facet of people's lives and liberty. With the crooked courts, deconstruction of the Constitution, the federal shake down machine.
Why blame the Democrats? In case you're obtuse, they're running the show.

The real power in the party belongs to the Clinton Machine and Chicago Communist Mafia.
They have divided the USA more than any other modern dynamic splitting the public into easily manipulated factions by race baiting, sewing class envy while they're the wealthiest collection of scum on the planet. Generating economic fear, faux science religion-ism and crazy ass anti-America fringe groups.
The majority of the press belongs to the Clinton Machine.

It is THAT machine, with its totalitarian agenda, that has undermined our rights and created a fascist state inside the Democrat Party and the state at large.
I voted for Bill Clinton believing he would bring change.
He did, now moderate voices are shouted down within the party.
The Republicans have been complicit with the Clintons in promoting the skullduggery of the Democrats because they are compromised sexual perverts and happy with their cut of the take.

The Jury's still out on this Pres. for any rational and truthful person.
It's too complicated and obfuscated now.
Only time will peel back the layers on his decisions.
He was the anti establishment choice but appears compromised on all kinds of issues that the public elected him to address, especially foreign war.

The only power the people still have is the vote; but what are the choices?
So here I am with my eyes open and without the representation I felt I once had.
The establishment is dangerous. Wolves in sheep's clothing. Their way or the highway.
No dissent permitted.
~

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Pie


Sunday, December 27, 2015

Ode to Poe

Upon a sea of languid Hop
I float euphoric conflagration
Ever in my outlaw thought
And miles above my earthly station

Thursday, December 24, 2015

The Rose

The Rose that God did choose for us
And in this rose contain-ed was
All of Heaven and Earth to come
Alleluia
Alleluia

Brilliant Rose in Winters Time
Birthed the Whole of All Sublime
There was God in Persons Three
Paresforma
Alleluia

Then sang the Angels to the fold
Gloria in Excelsis Deo
Come and see your Holy Babe
Alleluia
Res miranda

A Rose of Loving Virtue Blessed
Rose that fed our Lord at Breast
Was in the manger where they said
Alleluia
Gaudeamus

Light Garlands Green and Trees of Mirth,
And follow now this joyful birth;
For we are born anew as well
Transeamus
Alleluia

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Ascension

Those wise in 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 behind
Inside the hollow houses dwell
Those who neither seek nor find

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....

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