Principio

El comienzo de cualquier cosa, ya sea un libro, une poema, una aventura, siempre tendra los elementos del amanecer.
Un elemento de lo desconocido.
Mas y mas luz.
Entusiasmo.
Juventud Mental y Emocional.
Revelacion.

Gingrich South Carolina Primary

So Newt Gingrich completely blew everyone apart at the SC primary, making him Romney's biggest competition as far as the GOP is concerned.
Despite the momentum that Gingrich is seeming to build up, I still stick to my Romney prediction. One thing's for sure: it will be increasingly interesting to see how this all plays out.

Musings of a Late Sunday Morning

Its amazing how fast gears can change.
How hard a shift can come on so suddenly.
But it does.

All the time.

I wonder if I can try to be the one constant in my own life.
Even with ever-present evolution.
to be something I can believe in.
And it hits me
just like that.
I'm looking to believe in myself.

Seems so simple.
Like somchildhood answer from an afternoon PBS
show.
But only I know what my thoughts exactly mean to me.

And this one carries a lot of weight.
Because I found it when I didn't
know that it was what I was looking for all along.

Presidential Prediction

With Rick Perry out of the race (which may or may not be a relief for people who value education and have seen what Texas has been going through), my money is completely on Mitt Romney. I'm not going to vote for him, but I've got that feeling in my gut like the when you get when you're picking fruit at the market. You just know.

Coming of the Fawn: A Poem Written for Anziano Jorge Cuellar in an Email

Step by step I outrun the nightmare I'm from
the guns, the larcenous man,  and the drugs.
I lift myself to cleaner air and then
build myself a cave to remember when
I fought for the food to survive the rough winters
a soldier of fools that tried to be the winner
of bread that was already too stale to swallow
a wolf in sheeps clothing with no shepherd to follow
with no pack to report to, nothing to gain
just the money in my pocket and my thirst for fame
hungry enough for power to devour my friends
taking down my ally never knowing where the end
of the road of self-destruction might lead any day
I'll be lost without companions to follow to the fray
and the drums of the battle-march only get louder
as I build myself a cave that will serve till the shout of
war comes again and I cannot deny it
pick up the sword and swing as I fight again
the death of my enemies will regain me my honor
my fallen foes herald the coming of the fawn.