Anniversary of Passing of the Dead

The day of the Dead in Mexico, Philippines, China, and Brazil is the day we celebrate and remember the ones that have passed. Passed to a better place of joy and beauty. Pretty much waking from a bad nightmare to others and actually awaking in a new reality. Some say this is the day we congradulate our relatives graduating from this world and completing the test of live or the journey of life on that sandy road.

These are the poems that I have written over the years. Most of them are from the mid 90's as old as 1994. There was a phase in my life where I lost all my close circle at the age of 13.

There was three very special people in my life since I was little. There was my Grandmother who died at 60 on her 60th birthday. She taught me how to write letters and keep in touch. She was also a great artist but did not do much with it because of the era she was brought up where they stayed at home and took care of the family in the 40's and 50's. Then there was my first love that not many know about her name was Jeanette. She passed away too. Then my last person who I knew in Tucson Arizona when I was 6 years old was Brian who I did so much with and we were going to drive to high school together and had plans to go to college as well but never happen he died right before Thanksgiving. It pretty much changed my life forever. I miss each and ever one of them. I know they are all doing gods work up there in heaven. This is to celebrate their passing and to share my thoughts and love for them that are still in my heart. Please enjoy my friends and fans.

In Memory of:

Brian C.
Jeanette S.
Grandmother Hoppe

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Rivers Eternal Waters

As I ponder upon the river of dreams and life’s journey toward the golden fountain
I see and watch the river of longing life alter and change my life in many ways.
Grasping, flying, struggling to survive the wrath of the river
To survive to tell the story of many that have drown in the life of tranquil beauty
To drift and losing all within the whirlpool of lost causes
To lose three parts of my heart within three hundred and sixty five orbits of the romantic
Moon of lovers’ passions that dwells in the night of thought filled passion of blue and pink
Pink as the roses that I gave her that night she perished in the car to the eternal journey
To Heaven
A place where many friends that take residents currently

Growing with all I see her, my eternal love and her spirit lives on in the waters of heavens Ponds of golden pools of souls that bathe in gods beauty and golden power of eternal life.
To hear the trumpets to call her from the bluish white of the river of life to leave my soul
Alone in the river

My true friend
Brian, a soul I grew up with in Tucson
To see him pass in Alamogordo
As he ascends to the heavens of white
I see his tomb of eternal rest as a tear
A tear of sadness and guilt of not helping him survive the turmoil of the river
Losing a spirit of eternal goodness and feeling
A spirit I sailed with in the river for a long time in the sun warmth within the sands
Of the hourglass that warms my heart
That I call home

There within the sands of time my friend lays to rest away from the harmonious feeling, wrecking, and suffocating waters of the whirlpools of the river.

One that killed and numbed me is my Grandmother of loving nurturing soul
She wrote the poetry of a wise one
She guided my soul to now I just remember
I cradled my heart alone now
To wait for the one that will join my spirit of loving blossoming blues of bubbling love
Of the heart and loves beauty
I can only await the coming of the one that will sea my thoughts and emotional waterfalls of true loving caring honesty of love

As I still ponder upon the banks to observe the earth’s blue and heavens hues of orange yellow
I can only smile and think one day I will meet my maker and the souls to pass before me
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My First Love

Curly Hair
Dark features
Remember the keen phrases she said
6 is when I met her

A soul of angel
Which the angels took
When I was thirteen

Jeanette is what god named her
A name meaning God is Gracious
I must of not been worthy of her
So that I thought of the time

God needed her more
She accomplished the test of living
Now to walk the eternal path

Remembering and celebrating that
That she is serving god as an angel

Her soul Platium and her beauty golden
Smart and beautiful in one
She was 16 when she left
With her mother one fate taking turn
On a highway
From El Paso to Heaven she took
A turn off of no return
To God she went
As she was flown to god

Those eyes that capture my heart
Now capturing the light of God
For an Eternity
As I lay 20 flowers upon her grave
20 for her soul

As a tear is shed not for sorrow
But for a place of love and beauty
A place of God

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I miss…

I miss…
The beauty of your flowing hair in life’s winds from god’s breath

I miss…
The turbulent beauty of your smile that shines brighter then the sun

I miss…
Your glittering eyes that capture the world in one glance

I miss…
The curls in her hair like the emotions in your heart and wild at times

I miss…
The trouble we would get in when we were little in childhood

I miss…
The sweet innocent kisses at 13 we did with sweet intentions.

I miss…
Your warm tight caressing hugs of love, companionship, and trust

I miss…

The phone call from your father when you left this world

I miss…

You the most Jeanette under the waterfalls of life

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Petals in the Wind

I honor you
All my blood
Who paved the way for me

Petals of your thoughts within the wind
Petals that pave my way
Across the sands of time

I honor you on the day of your souls
The day that is known as the day of the Dead
We drink to your souls
We eat for your good pass over
To the spirit world
As the breath of god blows my petals of my ancestors

I toast their good eternal fortune
To live with God upon the comets above
To touch the soul of the unborn
To fly with the angels above

Brian my beloved brother serve our father well
Grandma may you paint a fresco for the one
Jeanette may you light the path for the ones to make it there

Petals in the wind
I honor and feel the ones around me
Guiding me in the darkness
As I feel their light and warmth upon me

Petals in the wind.

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November 1st and 2nd

Twenty flowers
A bottle of the finest Tequila
Candy for the children above
All at the foot of a Tomb of Granite
To remember the passing of our ancestors
Of the day of the dead

Souls that now live the painless eternal life
So we hope; As well as we hop for ourselves
When we are ready
Celebrating lie the Aztecs
3000 celebrated before the first Spaniard
Set foot on the new World
Before the infusion of Spain and the Eastern Hemisphere came

Remember your inheritance
Your blood that runs in your veins
Passing of Relatives
Passing of the beloved

Praying for their souls
That walk
The eternal road
No longer the Physical
But the energy
There souls sparkle like the stars above
Like shining angels in the sky
When the night is far away and dim

But the Day of the Dead
The Sparkling stars are closer
Brighter above

Remember the Day of the Dead
It is the day the spirits are closer
And become alive once again in our hearts
As real as you and me.
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Beloved Circle of 13

Reflections upon the Eyes of the passed
Thoughts of the after years reflects
Within dreams they visit

I miss my hugs of my Grandmother
The food she made on the 4th of July
As I would smile at the age of 8
How she lit my sparkler upon this date
She carried me with love
Taken at 60
Blood pressure; as she is called above
I place 20 flowers upon her tomb
As the Raven perches upon the cross
Each year upon the Day of the Dead

First love
First kiss of a woman
She was called Jeanette
As God named her in a wind to her parents
On the day she was born
A kiss under a weeping willow tree on February morning
A push upon a swing of love
Under the weeping willow tree
As I weeped under it; 3 years apart we were
She the older
She touched me with the caressing waves of the ocean
Deep and blue
On pavement she walked to the afterlife
Her mom accompanied her into the walk of eternity
Carriage of metal took her life
As I placed a box of candy at her resting place
Her favorite; Of the Day of the Dead

Brian I miss
We were spiritual brothers
Both alter boys
Love for god
As we prayed; we carried our crosses
Soccer he loved; Rides in the Desert with his bike
A skateboard here and there
Rolling upon the sidewalk
Pads and all
Met in Tucson; Departed life in Alamogordo
Our journeys parted in the beginning of the 90’s
Chicken Pox’s
Secondary infection
Open the door to the spiritual life
Eternal life of the sands of the teacher
To the mansion of our Creator
As I lay a bottle of Tequila we never drank in life
Together
On the day of the Dead

Grandmother, Brian, and Jeanette
I will always be with you on the Day of the Dead
Reliving memories like it was today.
Love always