Wise Saying from Madrid, NM

i've been told that not all wise sayings are for everyone. but i solemnly want to say that this sign of wise saying is, in fact, for everyone.

circa. december 4, 2010

old but comforting, this is America you know

in this land of enhancement, ancient sings

for every drop of soil in the mountains and deserts

bleeds stories of past, where ancestors once flourished

that now lives quietly behind the hidden beauty of New Mexico.

all love stories are the same

There was Diego Rivera and his Frida

Or should we all disagree

For the chain was led by the matriarch of love

Frida who loved her Diego.

Diego was all she thought about

The producer of her joy and tears

Woes, heartbreaks, and betrayals,

Yet his embrace was the centerpiece of her everything.

There was John Lennon who left his wife

For a woman he fell in love at one party, Yoko Ono,

Their love story never broke up the group,

It made John Lennon the peacemaker.

A love story that was cut short

With the assassination of John,

Became a legend of a beautiful love story

Everyone saw the spell Ono had on John.

All love stories are the same if we really see it

Because what matters is how the person is felt during the time

If she or he feels, understands, and possesses love

Then all love stories are the same.

343 Townsend Ave, by the cove,

in the heart of Italian New Haven,

there lays a house of love, family, and compassion.

More than an address

More than a house

More than a set of grandparents.

But an address of where love is,

an house of compassion,

a set of grandparents that define family.

At this time of the year,

With my struggles & confusion,

I long to be at 343 Townsend Ave.

As I Went Out One Morning

Bob Dylan

As I went out one morning

To breathe the air around Tom Paine’s

I spied the fairest damsel

That ever did walk in chains

I offer’d her my hand

She took me by the arm

I knew that very instant

She meant to do me harm

“Depart from me this moment”

I told her with my voice

Said she, “But I don’t wish to”

Said I, “But you have no choice”

“I beg you, sir,” she pleaded

From the corners of her mouth

“I will secretly accept you

And together we’ll fly south”

Just then Tom Paine, himself

Came running from across the field

Shouting at this lovely girl

And commanding her to yield

And as she was letting go her grip

Up Tom Paine did run,

“I’m sorry, sir,” he said to me

“I’m sorry for what she’s done”