What God’s Answering Machine Really Says

Poetry, Unorthodox Poetry

Can you believe they called me down upon you?

They called me down to change your personality,
your whim, your whole fucking attitude.
It’s as if they didn’t like you or something.

Doesn’t surprise me, though.
It happens all the time.
But yet, it does surprise me.

I mean, they called me down to kill you,
they called me down to make you crash.
Those fuckin’ road-ragers.

they even called me down to disembowel your cat.

They basically called me down
to implement all bad things on your life.

You people don’t read commandments anymore?
Damn illiterates.

It’s okay, though.
You called me down upon them too
and look what happened to you.

Now you’re calling me for help.
I mean, what,
a ma’fucka can’t answer prayers no more?

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The ALL NEW Jesus Action Figure

Poetry, Unorthodox Poetry

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Jesus isn’t only my Homeboy,
He’s also my action figure!!

Chuy, My Wingman


Mi compa, Chuy Christ,
came over last night
wearing his trademark
Birkenstock huaraches
while I was playing X-Box.

He came to tell me
it was “time.”

Confused, I asked, “Wha’da Ya mean it’s ‘time’?”

Fondling himself, He replied,
“It’s time to go out and party, holmes!”

“I made reservations at our ‘local
gentlemen’s club’,” he continued, giggling.

“Aight. But brush out your hair and beard, ése.
You got some green shit tangled in there.”

“Oh, my bad,” He replied

So I put on my Jesus-Is-My-Homeboy T-shirt and rolled out.
He turned some water into Hennessey,
Moét, and Hypnotic,
I watched Him take Incredible Hulk shot
after Incredible Hulk shot to the noggin.

Passing out on me,
I left Him laid out in the gutter,
took his broad home,
and on the way Ms. Magdalene told me
He talks to His Old Man and Dove
saying somethin’ ‘bout
His job’s done.

He’s rebelling, looking for freedom,
and she’s worried.

She asked me to do something.

I will…eventually.
Right now,
He makes me look good
with the ladies.


Poetry, Thoughts on Living

no, empower
no, enlighten
no, exercise
and realize who you are.

Extend wisdom
back to ancient times
and feel what it means to be
equal to the greatness
that was pre-

Elements of the future
collate and cause collateral
damage to developing psyches
erased doubt in the minds of
elementary youth.

Equal opportunities only
exist for those who come across
as some kind of
equal to the one in charge
determined to find someone
equally set on
emancipation of one self
and becoming a tool for conglomerates.

every aspect of
consciousness into
eleven factors of
true Being.

Elohim was a creator
who created me, you, and all
so why should we worry of
every little thing
He says or thinks,
especially when
everything consists of lies and plots
extermination and
everything in between.

Harvest Season


Soft grey clouds frame
the flat green milpa.
Jagged rocks sprout
atop each other from blood
red dirt forming a solid
stone fence.

A solitary figure stoops
pulling earnings from Earth.
Corn stalks wave hi to him.

Scarecrow’s flannel: thin.
We can’t spare the good ones.

He doesn’t complain.

El campesino moves
slowly, revealing his spirituality
to the dirt, praying with potato bugs
and centipedes.
Niños de la tierra.

“Gracias a Dios,” he says
moving toward the rock fence.
He shifts stones to go home,
replacing his broken path of red
rocks and adobe pieces
before leaving.

The fence will be there
one more day.


Love Poetry, Poetry

when I consider Your heavens, the work
of fingers, moon and stars shine
exploding in sulfuric red dust and
mind ash spreading
into grey oblivion

when I consider Your earth, the work
of eons of patience, canyons and deserts
widen like Her eyes
at the sight of You

I wish my body could take Her
and again

when I consider the body You gave Her
that mind that fits my patchwork
my heart crushes my abdomen
and I wish for a new soul to live
up to Her’s and Your prophets’

in those moments it hurts
to have once lost
Faith in You