Testing my senses

Looking at a squirrel
With it's tail fluffy and curled
Feeling butterflies
Pass by my sides
Tasting cold water
In this hot summer
Smelling the trees
It's perfume in the breeze
Hearing nature speak
Saying, "Nice day of the week"
Testing my senses
All in this amazing scene.

La Quinta

Wow, I am here

Walking, walking and walking
There it is, the house; La Quinta
I go in and the smell is still the same, one more deep breath,

My mind runs in a hurry to wake up the memories, come out, come out and see the house
the memories looking out through my eyes as if they were windows, do you remember, do you remember?

Walking and walking not wanting to miss anything, I stop and admire everything carefully, I remember, We remember.

My minds runs in a hurry as if packing up everything my eyes can see and storing it one more time into my memory,

You will remember, We will remember

One Love

one love for my mamas pride

one love until the day we die

one love for the city streets 

one love for the hip-hop beats

one love oh i do believe 

one love that is all we need

Newness

Newness

Simple feelings of being in a place full of life.
For some reason brings life to ones soul.
As the birds sing a new song,
it's as if the new song breaths into my soul

Newness is the aroma of this place.
Every trail i take is newness in its self.
As if every step renews who I am and how I feel.

Like Eagles renew their strength
As they fly to the highest top
Pluck out their feathers
And beat away their beaks and talons

The newness of this place brings rest to my soul
Like the psalmist my youth is being restored.
No longer the weariness and frustration
But newness of life and hope.

Paying For Paths

Today I paid
to be inspired
I paid
to see nature
at its best
I paid
to see history
time's only test

I did not give much
and would have to say
it was worth the price
I had to pay, to walk along

paths of birds
chirping thier song
Paths to trees
that simply
put me at ease
paths to bunnies
hopping past me
paths to creatures
I can hear, but not see.

Memories from the mansion

The Large blue vase
Distinct to this precious place
Where water flows
And I begin to doze

The creatures and their endless sounds
Where natures love abounds

Many events took place here
The creator must have held this place dear
For it is a Spanish paradise
And living here would suffice

The fountains tell many stories
Creatures drink and have no worries

All this is evident in the etching of the stones
Each in various color tones
This place is safe and full of love
Perfectly put together like a glove

Much sweat and pain and yet everything to gain
Through heat and rain no work was in vain

I question why the lady of the house left behind
Her precious wedding gown for everyone to find
Such intricate embroidery of expensive lace
Only she could have afforded the cost of such expensive taste

In the end the strenuous work of the laborers is shown
Quinta Mazatlan gives memories that become to each our own

Miss Shiner 1913

I float through my life on a warm breeze.
It melts every obstacle, smooths every callous.
Its both a bruise on my body and the warm cigarette in my lungs.
Right now I am all that exists as I float above everything that shouldn't
have too much meaning in my life.
In these sandals I am perfect,
on these wheels I am a goddess.
And as i breeze past you you will think of me as angel,
the captain of my own destiny.