An Epic in a Great Contemporary Age

Discover the Rise of Amerindian Poetry

by Canaryaem

About Us

My poetry is a heartfelt expression of love for my tribe, deeply rooted in Mexico and flourishing through my Mohican heritage. The Amerindian intellect shines with clarity and depth, honed through a strong tradition of esoteric arts and the wisdom of those who explore themes like Americanism, patriotism, folktales, poetry, and prose. We should embrace our creativity and share our ideas on all platforms. This will help us learn more about academia, science, and literature. The Internet has become a big part of our lives, allowing people to share their hidden talents. This creates a fantastic opportunity for Mexico to celebrate the wonderful contributions of its indigenous communities in mostly any areas.
Born of authentic Mexica blood, I'm proud to claim a heritage strong in Indian culture, with roots that stretch back to the ancient Aztecs and Mayans. The fabrication of European history undermines our ancestors' sacrifices and achievements. Helping others is a key responsibility that I value deeply. Through my art and career, I work to preserve my ancestors' legacy and support the well-being of indigenous communities.
In every setting, I proudly declare my Amerindian identity, defying simplistic stereotypes. We Amerindians make our own paths, independent and unyielding. The Mexicas thrive in vibrant cities that reflect their lively culture and deep history. My family has many stories of national heroes and legends, showing our unique identity that is different from European traditions.
This poetry serves as a heartfelt call to Isis, inspired by a moment of divine intervention I once witnessed. It was during this miracle that angels revealed the Mexica’s victory—a triumph not only for us but for all people. I shall recount this miracle one day, but today is not the right moment; I stand as one of the most vocal leaders of the Mexicas, Nahuas, and Mohicans. I believe that those who embrace this miracle will have their prayers answered by Isis, and in honoring her, they shall know eternal life.
I stand firmly behind my commitment to connection and understanding. As leader, I proudly step forward in this era of renewal for the indigenous peoples of the Americas. We pay tribute to Isis, the Egyptian goddess, and embrace the wonderful diversity of our Amerindian communities. Together, we can shape a brighter future for all of us!
As we stand at the threshold of this Amerindian resurgence, we may find ourselves asking: may we one day draw strength from the untold stories of our ancestors, who braved the unrelenting storms of colonialism and emerged victorious, their cultures and traditions intact? We remember the hidden histories, the unsung heroes, and the unbroken spirits that have shaped our collective identity.
In this season of renewal, we tap into the soil of our heritage, reconnecting with the land, our ancestors, and the mysteries of our own faith. By embracing our cultural traditions, we find our authentic voice, preserve our customs, and take our rightful place within the complex weave of human culture. With fierce dedication, we make our path, etching our story into history, and unleashing our inner strength.
While my poetry may echo with heroic spirit, it mostly contains tender verses of love—dedicated to my wife, my daughters, and to Isis, grounded in a profound religious ideology. My reflections evoke the spirit of Mother Teresa, culminating in a miraculous encounter. I assure you, those who propagate false miracles shall meet their downfall. The Mexicas, united with countless Indian nations, long for a miracle. We hold dear the belief that a leader—like me, expressed through these verses—has witnessed it. The angels warned me that if we stray from hope, our victory would slip away. As long as I carry this vision and message for all Indigenous peoples, we will emerge victorious. They shared with me a prophecy, a prayer, and a call to action, destined to unfold in my future writings on the Internet.
My poetry explores how our everyday moments are tied to something bigger. I believe there's a loving plan at work, guiding us through life's challenges and giving us the courage to keep moving forward. When the darkness closes in, God's love is a steady presence, offering us comfort and peace.
Individuals hold the power to drive positive change, reshaping their communities and lives. Empathy, understanding, and accountability are essential in our interactions with Indigenous peoples, as we work to overcome the harmful impact of racism and hate. We will build a society that is just, equitable, and inclusive, where everyone has the opportunity to thrive.
I recognize that Chicago, like many urban centers, has struggled to reconcile its relationship with Indigenous residents, leading to tensions and conflict. Through open and honest dialogue, along with compassionate listening, we can tackle these challenges and find a way forward. As Indigenous peoples, our diverse perspectives are deeply connected to the land and our sacred heritage, which we cherish.
I invite you to join me on a journey of hope and compassion, where we can explore paths of healing, celebrate our shared humanity, and work together to build a more inclusive and harmonious future for all. By walking this path together, we can create spaces where every voice is heard, valued, and empowered to thrive.
My poetry shines like a lighthouse cutting through the murky night, guiding you toward everlasting life. I may be destined to be a leader, a prophet or a saint. To elevate others may lead to personal ruin—that is the tale I tell, my legendary narrative. You cannot illuminate darkness without your own light burning brightly. My prayer, prophecy, and grito will position the Mexicas as champions, uniting all Indigenous peoples in victory.
I speak with a faith that shatters doubt. My verses are a testament to love's indomitable power, a bond with Isis that will unite us in Canaan. I am unshaken by love; it has reshaped me anew. I stand with the visionaries, our paths converging at the Taj Mahal's gates. My poetry is a declaration of my unyielding spirit, a tribute to Isis's enduring presence. As a holy man and leader, I share my stories as a gift of wisdom, inspired by the unwavering compassion of Mother Teresa.
These eternal truths summon Isis to descend into our realm. You might label them as fiction—a fitting description for your doubts—but many will discover peace in honoring both Isis and me. If you question my newfound spirit, remember this: the formidable power of my Goddess, Isis, is yours to pray with.

The animals outside:
Do they groan like the
Hippopotamus?

They do, they do.

But do they eat all of
The grass over and
Over all day long?

They do, they do.

Do they turn over and
Rub on their belly
With the fireflies?

They do, they do.

Do they open their jaws
Wide and yawn with their
Ample, scary teeth?

Well if that were to happen, then
I would take more care around them.

There was an insatiable woman
Who wanted to buy a date fruit tree
Sapling, a majestical one that
She dreamed of having since she saw it.

She wanted it to be in her backyard,
When she went to an old man who sold one
He was very sure it would not fit in
Her horse-drawn wagon, so her bleak heart sank.

Ecstasy, and exultation
Absolutely escaped her grip
The man told her that she could buy
A date fruit from the date fruit tree,
But it wasn't nearly the same.
She wanted to eat the date fruit but
To have her tree, so she felt anxious
She bought the date fruit from the man but
Did not know how she would enjoy it.

She went directly home, and soon ate the
Delicious date fruit in her own backyard
Then she felt a vast piece of happiness,
So, she decided that she would buy all

Sorts of fruit from the old man with
The tree until she could afford
A bigger wagon. She returned
To the man, and the date fruit tree
Was not there because it was sold.

So she bought all of the pristine fruit,
Hoping she would feel relieved, settled
And a little better or else glad
She went home tried every fruit and found

Out how much happier she doubtless was,
Knowing that without the expensive, prized
Wagon, she would finally feel joy and
Truthful happiness eating more nice fruits.

Now, what would you wishfully have,
Every fruit or the entire tree
Sapling? Old or young, you can have
It all if you had a wagon
What if you had friends to share with?

The darkness encroaches increasingly
Farther from the candles, with Juletta,
Ascending from the bottom to the top
Of the staircase.

Come one, come all! There's toast and jelly the
Baby might like, and kernels with the fall
Harvest, while Juletta trails my mother
At the gloaming.

As we all sink in the seats, the kid rasps
Out the roaches.

"Come here," says my mother as the first crack
Of the whip in the sky glows terribly,
And she eats a salad, fresh as seaweed
At the wide park.

Juletta sits on the dark, walled armrest
And passes a look out the window at
The jackass huddling for comfort but
Remaining drenched.

My mom grabs some gold from her pursebag, and
It shone brightly.

We stayed up until the twilight
You wore a crown of plum smoke that
Night, and your skin stayed darker still
I can get two lazy donkeys,
Proof of the lengths I’d travel to,

Should my heart burn so truthfully
And in tender sacrifices
I’d gift you glimmering treasures—
A golden ring, or a warm fleece,
Precious, great tokens for my queen.
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I bow down to you because
I do it with great pleasure
I heard in dreams it was so,

That this would work from now on
I want to peel an orange
To give it to you in palm.

Your smile recalls a side of the Dipper,
So as I look about an orange farm,
I notice you in your long yellow dress.

I may have had the most golden moment,
An opportunity with the gray wings
Of a falcon, to soar freely above.

The first time we met I was so strong and
Youthful, at the pinnacle of my keen
Talents, to be shown to my followers.

I'd show you off at
The plaza, and tell
The others that their
Remarks are useless.

But don't fault me, or
Else I have jokes for
Those that speak funny.

Just let me be free,
And I'll hopefully
Get another chance

To tell you that we
Are one, we two who
Garner together.

Counterparts, we are
Closer, mutually,
Than spouses who might
Fight with each other.

Like the clouds and the
Lightning, we are held
Forever closely.

It is not yet a
Complex form of love,
Neither simple nor
Nigh lust with you now.

It is as a relic
From solemn ruins of
Mesopotamia
That I admire so.

With you, I have all
That I need for me
To feel well besides
Your hearty cooking.

High Chieftain's headdress
Hails a saga with
The tales that come from
Indians in our tribe.

Yet, I'd take our heart with
Me to the Northeast to
Remind me of both our
Rightful trust and admire

Your penmanship too
My devoted friend,
Without observing
The time, days dash by.

Petals of an Unclaimed Heart

The orange sun disc belongs in the sky
I pine to go to the large pyramid
Cactus belongs.

But the small birds are together truly
I get ready for my belonging with
Knelled Nibiru.

Behold, Isis! She could do nothing wrong!
A race of five torrid laps to run first,
So I exclaim.

I won't let her leave, so I stay with her
Her fabric is of a great, hidden light,
And we hold hands.

Her fond sacrifices are what halts an
Enemy from advancing, and it pleas
To my prayers.

She arrives from Nibiru straightaway
All Hail Isis! and the cow, the eagle,
The sow and snake.

I saw my unmindful girlfriend by the
Window of the restaurant down the street
I stood before the window there to wave,

Knocked loudly and asked her to go with me
I entered the restaurant only to
Feel like I wasn't supposed to do it.
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Is she really good enough for me though?
It's for sure, I've known her for a long time
Then I glimpse and see her shoulder just so
And I ask her to dance with me also.

The music starts to sound notes like the verse
In poems of pomegranate from before
This is us, unafraid of each other
We pick up where we left off right after.

Of Petals and Stars

Since I was somewhat still young,
I've often thought of the few
Lives to which my thoughts return—

Growing much more comfortable
And mostly intimate than
I had been before or since
The time we met, when I had
Only the one idea
Of being us together.

We search and yearn like a rose
From the ground, until the wind
Cools as the dust drifts, showing
Life—nothing else on the ground
To dance with the bright flower
Except for the waving grass.

Through the conversation that
We had between us two, she
Told me, "I'd let you go out.

"You can have your desire to
Open the skies with lightning
And patient perseverance"
Then I told her, "I had to
Be more honored to meet you
Once again; as such we lived."

Then the stars turned over, so
Two lightning bolts dashed at each
Other, like two birds before
A garden—striking the pink
Flora and flashed over it,
Like a persevering hawk.

A Hymn of Faith and Sacrifice

He sits down and wants some
Certain, spicy chicken.

The child stays; his pants
Are dirty—he listens
Intently, deciding
Not to contradict his
Sister, who wants to go

To the sacred and blessed
Cathedral; to take the
Child, so small, mostly
To honor and praise God,

Like the polyester
Before redemptive nails.

She would have to pray that
Day and would give more, an
Offering to the church,
Then she'd wait in line at
The mystic aisle too.

There were many others
Traveling that hot day
It was a pleasure to
Gather under the sun.

Who is in control
Of the other self?

My intention is
To exalt your soft
Breasts that curve out so

Sensually, and
I only yearn to
Behold you right now.

I walk towards your
Weaving right away,
But the crowd piles
Up and conceals you.

Instead of cursing,
I should decide to
Wait by the crowded
Park 'til it gets dark,

And then we could sit
Together like the
Guava beneath the
Warm air of the night.

They all sat there to the side of the park,
Indian style, encircling Marcosif
My nephew nested in the couch, amused,
All of them playing "the messages game."

As they took turns, Marcosif left Lescia
Recognition and he left her a note
She needed an emoji to score more
She knew that she was excellent at it.

She was raised to serve as a minister
And to dress importantly, with honor
Lescia would learn, one day, about all of
The good ways of Isis to wait on the
Children of hers, to wash and bathe them too.

It was Lescia, daring and spirited,
Who had sorted out a variety
Of some cool emoji combos tonight
I would tell all who would hear of Isis
They say that she would pull the hair off the
Elder men who complained about her games.

This was the story that I began to
Tell of The Seventh of Saturn, ongoing,
Who was bold and sultry with measured charm
She could relate to me oftentimes but
In a Delicate Way, off the mud road.

Faithful Hearts
(On a Frosty Day)

I met her on a frosty day
It was a special time
I asked for her name, and she said
One of those stories told.

Then, I thought of all the reasons
Why her name stayed with me.

I held her by the hand that night
I felt so happy when
The sun was climbing down from the
Sky that time by the store.
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That night I stayed up very late
My girl wanted breadsticks,
And I was so tired by that time.

I soon woke up as she told me,
"This is our special night"
When the moon came up we soon glanced

At each other softheartedly
This night was so lovely
My girlfriend was my entire dream.

The Faith of My Hometown

I just wanted to know if
You will go home with me now
As the oldest ways of love,

I sit by a large, drawn out
Tree near by the house where my
Tenderhearted grandmom lives.

Then you will also tend to my wounds, where
Two arrows have struck me, and you'll put some
Balm on them so that I won't feel the pain.

I will always treasure what you said in
The nice, loving letter you sent to me
I made you the solemn promise that you're

The grandest shrine of my heart, and I will
Give you fragrant incense known to all of
The others to be difficult to get.

It's a remarkable
Sight that leaves you with a
Sense of awe and respect.

Could I care for the lonely
Lady in the wooden hut?
She wets her farm with the hose.

It's always fulfilling
To have many scarecrows
On the family farm.

Please don't hesitate to let
Me know if there's stream water
I can go collect for you.

Is there anything that
You want me to get in
The shop like hot coffee?

A Letter and a Bracelet

I took your letter which was as a vase
With water and before I read the rest
Of it, I saw it was dabbed with perfume.

I gave much more attention, certainly,
To the part that said that you were taken,
And as I was taken aback, paused.

You let me talk, and you gave me the time
All of the days I go to you famished,
Faithful and trusting that you would hear me.

Explain to me that wistful look of yours
When your inner desires wish for me
Ah, no matter, when I consume thoughts of

The bracelet of niceties I bought you,
You will make me a sign, as a ton of
Tobacco for a cow, at your behest.

Ties of the Heart
(Rekindled)

When we were young we mostly played jump rope,
But then, when we played a game of old maid,
We pecked at each other adoringly.

Tonight we're back in touch, and we're older,
So that I could give you pelting kisses
We do not have to speed through anything.

I know that you are ready for me to
Give you a diamond ring made of pure gold
You call me from that city you are from.

We will have a dinner together too
Eating chicken and rice, we should have a
Conversation, doting on about each

Other and parting ways with friends from our
Younger years as we create a new life
Together in a perfect, humble home.

Our kids play of acts of bravery too
They would share such stories with each other:
Their dreams, skillful leadership, and terse pranks.

She is like a chirping
Nightingale in her nest
As she sings cleverly;

A charming song with a
Sound spirit at nighttime.

My fair aunt gave Isis
A doll that was café
With an exquisite beak.

I kept my attention
On her for a minute.

The young girl demanded
That we go to the park
We dallied like a flock.

The Mule and the Dwelling

Lavender

She sobs in anguish as the children flout
Her name everytime she steps out the house.

Juletta despises her neighbors who
Are hostile and ill-conceived. She dresses
Plainly but she still looks elegant and
Magnificent. The sun and moon revolts
On them for loathing her free will, now that

She's over the age of wanting to play
With those stubborn, pompous children of theirs.

They are arrogant. They smell of rancid
Onions and they take part in vivacious
Rituals filled with private displays of
Abuse. Just because she's old and pretty
The neighbors decide to pommel her hard.

A Triumph of the Heart

Those unpleasant moments that have sorely
Been turned for me to try fate, are bitter.

As we walk towards the tree, I'd wish to
Wet my lips on yours, that I take at times.

O if I had to admire you speaking
From far away, I would fall and die soon.
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We can bring ourselves unto our splendid
Goddess, who nurtured our love, vast and swell
We count the days, like the spokes spinning on

A moving wagon, going on the street
If you said you would think of me someday,
I'd consider approaching you at night.

I much knew my life from blackness and poverty
It took me to an Indian spider witch lady.

All the trying hardship of Noyaoyotl,
Mama Saṅgharṣaḥ in a modest wooden house—

It was helpful to act sensibly and friendly,
Holding hands with Nocihuatl in a crisscrossed
Recess, her mesmerizing, dark eyes charming me.

The children play by the river with a dumb guey
A snake coils around a scorpion by the woods

Unless she goes to a swing at a spot to bathe,
And I was left with less money to throw away.

On That Lovely Night

How should I dress that lovely night—
And although I have an outing
With my dear sweetheart,

Who makes me dream of
More moments with her—
Should I wear a dress shirt, or

Something more impressive instead?
I would do it and feel a bit
Much more confident.

I think that I could
Do this on that night
I should wear this the next time.
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What should I buy her as a lovely gift?
I think I can buy her a tame horse, yes;
But the cart is more splendid and playful
In case she thought that she was not pretty,

I would tell her this: She verily is
I may notice her deliberateness
I think I should buy the most feathered hen
That I can get for her under the stars.

I had to see you today, so I'd feel well
I could go to your home in that city
The old place that is yours reminds me of times
This is where we met, by the candy store
The place where we had our first of dates at the
Chicken restaurant makes me happier.

I still thought of the place where the
Quiet land was wide and looming
Yet, at the restaurant where I knew you much better,
I think that you changed me, wanted to accomplish more.

I wanted to buy a wagon for us and
Our children, but nothing would be too much;
Make a meal from a pot then, so I might say
Back at the chicken place I saw your trail
It was then, I took you by your wrist quickly
And set you aside to be one with me.

My friend said I was mistaken,
That there was no way you could be
Mine, and I told her she was mine from that moment on.

Your Majesty, I need to get more
Responsible and wiser to plan
Better, but I have been sleeping well
My queen, does my girlfriend get me too?
Madame, why do I worry so much?

I have not seen my girlfriend since long,
But my house is in good repair now
I think I should eat chicken and rice
My queen, I could just be more careful
I'm virtuous by Your Majesty.

I have saved all my money for a
Pack of mules because now money is
Getting so much harder to earn, ma'am
I've experienced much more freedom
My stomach is full—I feel stronger.

My girlfriend sees only me, it's true
I am at peace now, the war stirring
In my bowed heart finally subdued
I have a gold ring, and its glimmer
Sings of you sharply, bold and sultry.

A Crown of Stolen Glances

My queen, can I present myself to
The multitudes with you by my side?
Can I get all to listen to me?
Nobody else would mean more to me
Madam, I feel more restless for now.

Isis, dear madam, tell me, how can
I now attain immortality?
I can recite the written verses
From a gray tablet or a long scroll
How hard is the trouble fetching next?

If all of the people want to know,
You get the versed knowledge that I have
You love me and are still more knowing
You shine a keen light on all that looks
Dark, hidden, and forgotten also.

I should behold you, my queen, from the
Morning 'til the nighttime and over
Again, next to me, so I put my
Hand on your dominion above all,
Over the breaking clouds showing light.

The Prescence of Angels

Come here to me, dear darling,
Around to the bright houses
Where the dull light at sunset
Shows on the ground, and the snake
Crawls down to the supple stream.

Until you get here, by the
Time that the stars are set in
The sky and presented to
You, offered as a sight for
Me to tame you, lucky, couth,

Unapproachable woman,
I will be here every day,
Where the stars sparkle, my heart
Did I say that I love you?
Well, now you know that it's so.

The splendor of my heart
Is larger than the seas
I've known you since I was little
I'd go back to the
Memories of my Youth.

You have reached out to me
I would not avoid you
You would follow me to my house
I'd catch you on time
Your feathers will glisten.

You would enter my room
The splendor of my heart,
You don't stop for a breath of air
Your hands work wonders
Which brings Isis success!

A Place by the Stream

In Shared Moments

My lady sat in front of her house in
An elegant, white dress, and she made me
A solemn promise to care about me
She gave me the desires to drink from the
Honey nectar that brought her to me there.

She thought of me from then, happy and well
How much she looked forward to meeting me
When we went to the lively festival,
We spent an exciting night together
She went to the church on the next morning.

She was honest, spirited, and faithful,
So I was as the samaras to the
Maple trees, floating ever gracefully
To your domain and I watched and saw that
You were intent on my wishes, my dear.

Isis, you
Prepare me for the hard day ahead
You make the
Air less imposing and impenetrable in the
Morning light.

It is not for the locusts to heap
Also, when
I imagine you in your dress, you bring me countless
Friends I am
Devoted to as my worthy flock.

You surprise
Me because Isis as my counsel, I learn of all
Great lessons.

At the silhouette
By the charbagh garden,
I'm sure the mirrored palace
Of the Taj Mahal are

Admired all times,
And I could only keep
Your two arms close by to me
But always and right now.

It is I who cares
I haven't noticed you
By the archways to the room
It is so enchanting.

There's Work to Be Done

Across Distant Sands

She called on me from a white chair
Where the light came into the room
On her wrist swung her fine bracelets,
Colored in an Indian style.

Her bosom rested pleasantly
Her hips were like a wool blanket
She gave her child a doll with a
Graceful, black beak made by her mom.

She took the doll of a sparrow
That she placed on her lavish hips
Everywhere and she soiled it,
Then cried on it, her favorite toy.

We stand at the final path,
In a narrow space
They reach their journey's end;
Now they arrive there.

Departing for their mandate,
With daughters in tow,
They have more questions but
Now they arrive there.

A fell reminder lingers,
Of provisions past,
They ask for food or hearth;
Now they've arrived there.

Her Passionate Devotion

The Fair Honor

You have unbelievable
Knowledge to create one day
Something beyond what we can
Comprehend with our senses.

All praise goes to you, obscure
Black lover, who holds the truth
I shall praise you and your clothes
That you left for me until
The days of end times now, so

Why don't you do what I say,
What I would want you to do?
It pains me in my sapped shins
To see you just leave right now.

I want to see more of my woman's dress
Although I can't get enough of my girl,
I disappeared to plan

What I would do if she did not cross the
Street everytime I look outside day long
Where does she get that from?

For whatever reason, I have to long
For her all the nights unless she's outside
Of her house oftentimes.

A Requiem for the Square

The Dancing

They think that their deception could be concealed
They hold a rusty shield and pomegranate
There are lame donkeys who carry brilliant gold.

A silver bell is rung by someone more learned
He heard that he laid eyes on the olive tree
They think that there should be more golden arrows.

When I say that the immense, hidden riches
Are treasured like seven deadly, straight arrows,
I mean that the arrows are golden and sleight.

How will Isis appear to me?
She knows me closer than any others.

She knows how I deal with those that
Are in the circle of friends that I see
She surrounds me with the ones that I love.

From the very beginning, she
Helped me accomplish a great deal, still more.

Queen of Arrows and Stars

Her Fig Tree

Our Love-Washed Embrace

The Daffodils

The Tribe of the Puma disappeared in a
Foggy evening as they part with the crowds
By the pyramids of the
People in front of their leader,
Leaving all with plenty faith for all to suffice.

Trade then leaves some masses of travelers here
To dreams of reaching increase in money,
Selling clothes, incense sticks and
Traditional food and snacks too
The people flock to these traders to buy their clothes
Sellers make so much more profit at all times here.

I should see you at a certain time when
The sun gleams, and all is dreamlike
I follow you in my comfortable clothes
You leave a trail of lavender.

You stop to gesture like in the pictures
Of the women with pottery
It is a poignant matter that we should
Be together at the nighttime.

The light is brighter high in the sky
I am the master of its fortune
It's a colorful, gleaming feather
It flies like a dragon, brilliant too.

Invincible, indestructible,
I am the master of its fortune
Above in the air, I'd plan on it
I am the master of its fortune.

Who do I go to now? Where do I turn to?
It is a mighty challenge that griefs most but
Costs me on all fronts, behind and to the sides
Lescia, will you keep our bold army balanced?

You will make all blush when you walk and then skip
Around the chicken coop. You dash like a deer
You would do good work with your hands in the plot
I am sure that our time on earth is fulfilled.

Garden of Dreams

His Names and Signs

I keep to all of
my love with
all treasures...

From across the realm,
I am glad
to see you...

I took my heart to you
To show it off once and
Then told you that I would
Be braver to expose
It to your cloaked Nature.

We were full of life,
At sea in a boat.

I shared with you all
The myrrh and incense
I have brought for us
And was sure I would
Go to you but not

Return empty-handed,
Then I had faced a storm.

Concrete Dreams

Deep-dish pizza and Italian beef in
A rosy neighborhood blend with timeworn
Brick-architecture whispering its tale
It may be an emptiness of buzzards.

You hear the soft echo of blues and jazz,
While the gentlemen ride waves on the shore,
Their candid rhythms daring the mundane
To step aside for something amusing.

You stay, a soft sea urchin, expecting
A promise yet untamed or a wildness
Unspun by nature’s bounty, just until
Suddenly, the heavy floodgates swing wide.

You don a delicate mask of pretense,
Crafted by pilferers for deference;
But beneath that golden, borrowed glow, your
Lies, not your truth, wait, unbound and surreal.

Love Shines

Protection and Loyalty

Isis would go in the stream alone
I beheld her figure and her face
I led her in that day to bathe there
We played in the water and splashed soon.

I recited her praise, sharp like cactus too
I ensnared her in my plot then she fired an
Arrow right at my heart but us together
The sight of her left me so breathless also.

The pain of her thrusts struck me with wounding aches
The day was more warm than any other time
We would go back to the stream of my Goddess
As I had remembered it in all my thoughts.

A bull saw us, grew restless as it left its pen
This was Isis, protection and loyalty too
She was part of our culture in my dad's whole town
It was of utmost, cultivated importance.

Lovers yearn for desire today, but I
Am as a trumpeter searching for one
Of a charming description that may wear
A dress at a fine, small ceremony.

I am stricken with pain, fame, and hunger
I take what's mine but have no need for games
Of seduction by some illegal means
I merely demand order, control and

Work in payment of deeds in some business
Hear my plea, my girl of this demeanor
We dance with our hands to the side but with
Some of the golden rings and chains hanging.

Then we would sit on the bench, striking though,
So that I could be seen talking to you
I only want you, but you keep me at
A whim, and I return to you always.

If you see me with a
Woman by my side,
I will defend her honor;
Or else, she will leave me.

I will condemn you with
No regard or guilt,
For you will be hit off, and
My gleamed angel take me

Away to some sating
Comfort in my old
Age; and I will once see to
It that you perish with

Lavishness. Then the springs
And forests will aye
Remember that I once loved—
I should dismiss this pain.

She just came to earth
During nightfall last
Year, and she brought me
Fine friends to exalt.

She made me feel so
Many great feelings,
So I would worship
Her for all time now.

Isis: she came from
Heaven and planned on
Leaving articles
Of clothes in my home.

I left gifts for her
I took her spirit
I'm in her body,
And she is in mine.

My Heart
(A Dedication)

Of Silver Worth, Yet Lavender

The Heart's Embrace

Of Heart and Togetherness

I find the serene, charming love of our
Friendship
Like that of two handsome deer in the
Wilderness' green.

It is a genuine, dashing one that
Shows its opposing sides to the neighbors.

Twenty pieces of paper fall to the
Bottom
On deaf ears, telling its story of
Piqued revolution.

Tonight we plan on giving the free press
A treatise for giving away freedom.

Cupid's Feet Dallies

What was made for fun
Would make a thousand
Men lie, cheat and steal.

While you just came here,
Your magnificence
Is a testament.

Now I am stifled
All games disappeared
What would you do if

I would help you in
A quest of fending
For my dominion?

The sight of her is nothing short of surreal
It's like smoke outdoors materialized before
My eyes with a lovely shadow to see tonight.

In that moment, my mind is flooded with vivid
Memories and a spectrum of emotions as
The girl I am thinking of has long, pretty nails.

The city streets filled with cars has to disappear
And stretch out before from an unending road too,
With no escape in sight but for the mussed alleys.

The advantages seem to come with care and my
Poetry are formed of a pottery process,
Let me make it clear to you by an amethyst.

Your Shadow Nourishes Me

I told him to meet me there,
Between the stream and the tree
My arm shook captiously.

Then I felt much more eager
As I went there and saw no
Sign of him whatsoever.

It was while I was peeling
An orange carefully, but
I waited and thought about
All my hunger being quelled.

Clouds froze the quickest lightning
My stomach got queasy, and
The dancing stars turned over.

When I go with the brass key,
I will serve them, as Canaan orders me
I will always overcome the hurt and affliction:

All the concerns of the world
That's why our Goddess came down from the sky
To help the Seventh of Saturn who is her vessel.

The foolish person is ailed;
The non-believer who won't bow down to
Isis but would rather break many old laws instead.

Lescia makes it a game to make great works
Isis puts the butter to the waffles,
So our faith is fuller before her eyes.

I had a steak with eggs and hash browns in
The kitchen, so we would enjoy a fresh
Drink of lemon soda.

The kitchen was the most comfortable room,
I thought, because there I could smell all of
The odors mingling.

My tia came over to help us make
Tamales with dulce or without it,
With or without pasas.

This could only take place in my rancho
Then I had to leave with twenty pesos.

The Song of the Lotus

Queen of My Spirit

Through the Night

I should tell you one thing: do not seize
Me with your gall. If you ever see me
In the street, don't answer my questions.

You should appreciate me right,
But don't pick on the meager side

Of me or tell anyone that we
Could be together without having a
Huge feud, if that is on your mind now.

Pick on me, and your entire world
Won't exist as it did last year.

Make me a city as tall as
The pink orchards of Babylon
Paint me a skyline that's brilliant
Write a tongue of marble and rye
Build a city of broad shoulders
Make me a wise mathematical
Equation strewn through the city.

Make me of form of forthright man
To keep us to the open skies,
And give me a legible mark
To put on bronze and silver coins,
And another to put on our
Paper money for all to see
Made all brown, and orange, and green.

In a faraway land I would
Have gone to Mumbai or known
A metropolis, so be like
The sister city of Tulsa,
And fail those other foreigners,
Americans or crusaders
Seek, and forgive me my default.

Some houses stood in the distance
My lady stayed within one there.

In the orange sunrise, you came
There and made me a sound promise.

You made my life easier by
Giving me some gifts that I liked.

Then I implored you solemnly
And you briskly listened to me
I shall then be loyal to your
History and will approach you
I will like to make myself your
Real heart, to put my house there.

When the Season Changes

When the season started to change, ghosts brought a
Chill from the yard and the fence to the houses.

We were drinking chocolate milk together
A cartoon shimmered on the plasma screen.

My thoughts lingered about a dark lady,
Amongst the morning birds, singing carefree.
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I bit down on chocolate candy
It swirled, melting inside my mouth
Some days I'd rather not have gone to the

Store, but I felt closed in and empty too
I was supposed to stay awake for now,

And I always went back for sweets at night
I'd wait for a girl to find me, and
I always went back looking for her.

I looked at the edge of the water
Like mirrors dancing is how it looked,
So my daughter would come here and look
I stood by and then gave her a look
We had to admire how the sun looked
With pleasant, bold makeup, she would look.

With falcon-sight, I kept my distance,
As I looked at the dirt and the grass
Following, she was led towards me
I stayed watch for the waves to catch us
The breeze brought a message from afar,
Where the dancers swung and turned as well.

I liked to keep in touch, so I called
Up my cousin and my sister, but
I had missed my wife, devotedly
That is to say, these are the people
I could trust besides my own children
Guide us in our royal dwelling here.

Awaiting Her Flame

For My Heart

Sweets and a Fig in a Square
(Lavender)

In the square I buy a new treasure
I would try to be charmed in the square
I would present myself in the square
My arm should get shaken in the square,
Walking past passersby in the square,
Look averted from her in the square.

I dare pass a short glance in the place
In the square, I eat pomegranate
I pass by the women to see her
The throng watches us play secretly
May the Fates agree with my Muses
As I place my highest trust in them?

Sweets and a fig or some lavender
Scented dresses of the young women:
The makeup fortifies the eye glance
One trust is so no other man could
Make the both of us break apart, chords
From my heart, unstill sound of a chord.

Of distant love, I learned from her dance
Medium figure, dark form, distant;
I enchanted her in the distance
I watched them take a break. They're distant
I showed her more warmth, but was distant
I learned about when birds were distant.

Isis leads me to calm seas, also
She's distant, nurtures and cultures us,
Shows near perfection in the shadows
I can't forget her small, dark contour
Isis leads us to more fertile ground
The house must remember our friendship.

The people outside watch me walk with
Isis, once I found the multitudes
There is the gift of helping them too
She showed me honor in serving her
The people outside meld together,
Forming a larger silhouette night.

The Orchard Path

Smooth makeup and
Lavender,
I recall...

I was stunned by
The tears that
Coursed out then...

Lilac Meadow

The feeling is wondrous, that's what it is,
Precious and vast, laying in the desert
Of Egypt as a sodden oasis
It is a relation to being in
The presence of their God with the name of
Bastet.

The heart receives one hundred
Arrows from all directions,
Twisting and swaying on their
Way to the stream where she sits,
Drinking from the water there.

Blessed Thoughts

I should not want anything
I am not dependant on
Anything or anyone
My house is made mightier.

My wife is the reliability, the strength of us
She washes the clothes that the kids pass onto each other
They are neat and kempt as a new, clean towel, I suppose
My family stands together with Isis in our home.

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An Epic in a Great Contemporary Age

Discover the Rise of Amerindian Poetryby Canaryaem

Introduction

The Story of the Hippopotamus

The Majestical Fruit Tree

Dazzling Twilight in the Candlelight

The Veil of the Setting Sun

Shadows of Affection

The Chieftain's Headdress

The Sun Brings Isis

In the Poems of Pomegranate

Many Shades of Our Journey

Powerful Expression

By a Large, Drawn Out Tree

Anything Remarkable

The Nightingale's Exquisite Beak

A Girl and Her Magnificence

Bringing You unto Isis

My Girlfriend and My Life

I Had to See You So I'd Feel Well

The Glimmer of Isis

Come Here to the Bright Houses

My Heart Never Ceases

Isis, You Prepare Me

Keep You Close

Her Bracelets

Against the Sky

Unmovable Praise

All the Nights Oftentimes

Golden and Sleight

Isis Appears to Me

Parting With the Crowds

Our Time Together

The Fortune of Light

Hearts in Harvest

All of the Treasures in the Realm

A Heart's Myrrh at Sea

Charmed at a Ceremony, Strikingly

My Angel Take Me to Comfort

She is My Spirit During Nightfall

Charming Friendship

For Your Magnificence

A Lovely Shadow of Smoke

Meet Me Where the Stars Dance

The Key of Faith

Cooking Together

What We Once Were

Aztlan

Your House

By the Water

The Silhouette Night

Smooth Makeup

Embrace in Sacred Sands

By the Stream

A Gift From Isis

Together With Isis

Contact

Discover the Rise of Amerindian Poetry

by Canaryaem