The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
I set my finger in the stardust
And traced a winding line
The path of my ancestors
Tracked from the dawn of time
Sparkles winked as the line took form
And glinted in my eyes
Past and future were one and same
Freedom wakened in my mind
Then all my worldly thought of want
Was set upon the scales
Only light and peace remained
The end of all travails
What wonder then that we are light
And left here all alone
Pray forgive you brother’s sin
As he forgives your own
Then on that day we all repent
We’ll raise our eyes and see
The sky will rend and Heaven return
And we, once more, stardust will be
Posted by Beto_Ochoa at Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
We may not go back and start over
No matter how deeply we mourn
For the world we would find
On our journey's return
Would not be the one whence we're borne.
I was just passing through my childhood hometown
And noticed the old school was razed to the ground.
The path I had trod from my home to its doors
Was paved over
and not there anymore.
Nostalgic, I followed the now missing path
In hopes it would take me someplace in my past.
A place where the sky rang with laughter and shouts
And we chased one another in mystical bouts.
Bouts of wonder and fancy, of Kings and their pawns
But the path to that moment was paved over and gone.
And there in its place were realities pains.
The sum of existence in losses and gains.
And the anguish rose up in my throat in a rush
As my sum was the balance of dreams that were crushed.
I stood on that path now paved over and gone
And my tears stained its paint as I wrote down this poem.
Posted by Beto_Ochoa at Monday, October 11, 2010
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