The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior

Aware

The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior

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

About Me

My photo
My families came to Texas when It still belonged to Spain.

Followers

stats

View My Stats