Fernandez-Reyes - 3 Poetry Books in 1, Vol III: Virtue, the Unbeloved, We Only Need

ISBN: 9781483543888 This is the 5th and last eBook in this series
of poems called "My Life in Poems" and
is the 3rd compilation of the "3 Poetry Books in 1",
(vol I, Il, & III). There are 12 little books in all. The poems in this compilation, are the most recent
poems, going back to 1999. I could have called the series "Pep Talks to Myself". I call on Ancestral Grandmothers to advize and protect
me on my journey here. They have alot to say, and their
words, are the words of my poems.

I have to wait until
I'm motivated to write. So I write what comes out. I try to be positive. Sometimes I admit I'm wounded. Expressing raw feelings allows me to survive the pain and confusion of the moment. I love to recite dramatically.

If you go to my website, you'll find my books of poetry on the Chameleon link. Above the title of each poem (left margin), is a link to the audio track I made for each poem in the books published there. You can also check out the watercolors etc. Book #1: "VIRTUE" c 2000 yfr a book of poetry & watercolors by ynez fernandez-reyes BANANA PATCH FANTASY PRODUCTIONS www.bpfprod.net / "VIRTUE'' How can the clinging fruit turn sweet,
Upon the withered bough?
How can this puny creature, man...
Absorbed in self....reach grandeur?
The mind rewards itself enough;
While the unrestored, evaporates.
It is thru Faith we reach to find...
The texture, Love, engrained upon our soul,
For all of time... So when, the mortal mind, surviving joy and pain,
Gives up this morbid struggle to be queen...or king...
The fearful pride that brought us to this world,
And held us by the throat....no longer means a thing. For now, when the mind at rest unfolds,
The blessed, nurturing nectar grows,
Allows an opening...and, at last, we are shown...
That the Seeds of Humanity, so long ago sown,
Conceal a destiny, we have yet to become.

Loving, intelligent Minds, those ancient caring souls,
Sustain my waning fabric spent....and bring me back
Again and again to wholeness....if only to know...
We all come from the Heart of the One.
We must bend, we must lend....we must
Try one more time to send...
Blessings without end, and
Just willing to be, a friend of true intent. We come to recognize the Self,
Essential to our Being...
To recognize that Self... so free, so real.
Unencumbered by ego's reign, It...
Is the secret urge the soul reveals
When time has spun and we have come
To the end of blame, of hatred, fear and shame.
Will we then accept our real Name?... It is not thru force or trickery, we gain insight.
But by feeling our way alone, with only the Light,
Of our own heart's, compassionate knowledge
Of wrong and right. Virtue is given to man by God,
Let mankind then gain our God's delight, By learning, then practicing virtue, day and night,
So that when time is taken away,
One still can recogize the balance.. "CONSCIOUSNESS UNENDING" IV How then do we find Time, conquering Space?
To be patient now, we learn to wait.
To work with Nature, to sweat and toil...
For the animal love, we hope will come calling.
With endless displays of virtue and grace
Finally deposited without name or face...
All in the soil before Time can erase,
Memories of lessons learned, and sacrifices made.
We leave it all here and return on the wave.
Return to the Sun, alive, unafraid. "CONSCIOUSNESS UNENDING" IV How then do we find Time, conquering Space?
To be patient now, we learn to wait.
To work with Nature, to sweat and toil...
For the animal love, we hope will come calling.
With endless displays of virtue and grace
Finally deposited without name or face...
All in the soil before Time can erase,
Memories of lessons learned, and sacrifices made.
We leave it all here and return on the wave.
Return to the Sun, alive, unafraid.

Forgetting the Earth and the myraids of graves...
For we, like the Sun....are Consciousness..and will
Always....regain the day. "LIFE'S ABOUT YOU..." Life's not about...
What you do....
What you make...
What you say...
Or what you're slick enough to take! Let me tell ya...
Life's about you....
Who you are...
How you think....
What joy you bring...
What you become when you fake it...
To make it!
How do you feel, when you can't be real?
Is it really worth it? "WE GROW THE FRUIT" We grow the fruit, not for ourselves alone,
But within the fabric of this physicality...
We can't really make it alone for long.
We're made for team work, sportsmanship and game.
We love to sacrifice for love's sake, glory is our name.
We'd rather give than take. We share all that we make
We're all born to be hero's... for each other.
Yet still, we love and....hate. We feel each other so keenly....
But....do I dare... to question....
Why...are we even here? Is there a purpose for all beings?
How can we know who we are,
When we can't even remember....
Where we've been?!
How many lifetimes does it take,
To learn to walk patiently and allow
The unadorned Truth to sink in.

When will it be time for me
To come forth, so I can share,
This blessed Self I've grown
As Nature's own....so dearly...wrought;
The cornecopia, abundant and endowed...
Listen now....We are the reason for the Earth.
Know who you are! and have the courage after all,
To bear the gift of your fruit, original and pure;
The gift of Our Inspired Self, restored. "IN THIS VALLEY..." The tallest grasses cover me,
Drop their pollen on my breast.
In this tulle, eager, silent...
My tufted form is born to rest. How faint the purple of the sky.
My head bent back upon the grasses.
I hear the whispers of the Earth...
Calling so deeply, from within me. In this valley where my flesh sleeps
One can hear the flowers sing,
As they shed their Winter's garment,
And spread their petals into Spring. Hulled, their color is a crayon
Melted from the hubris of their youth;
And whilst I sleep within them rooted,
My soul doth leap from pool to pool...
I too, am a child of Being. WATERCOLOR: Sanctuary, Kanaha Beach Park, Kahului, Maui, Hawaii 1998 "HOW DID THEY DECEIVE ME?" How did they deceive me to be born again? Into this world of pain; Of insane humans set upon my ruin? What did God gain?....

To throw me back to earth again? Did I go willingly? I don't remember now! But I know this: They placed me In a cruel womb that spit me out! They put me in a country that Made me feel like useless snot! They lured me with the hope that I could be, The heroine of my secret fantasy. They lied! They mock me now. They do not answer when I call. I look everywhere for eyes.... That know the inside Truth...but We have lost the Ancient Mind..... That we were borne with.

The Ancient Mind, it is our privilege To protect and grow. "DISENCHANTED" Disenchanted, at last knowing You are looking from the far shore And do not see the Tree Where friends gather to support equality. Self-righteously arrogant Egotistically calculating, coldly, Prancing lightly about in green eyes... Deluding fools, breaking all the rules... Of Love...by analytically, not really caring. Blindly wielding misguided power, unscathed.

Why thrust the arrow deeper in the wound? Have you no sense of right and wrong? Why let the catastrophy grow untamed. The helpless watch in loathsome rage Dismayed, and crawling carefully away... In safety crouch and gaze...is this the one Who won his way... into our hearts?! Disenchanted by deceptive deceivers Who evaluate with disdain... In suedo overtones so beguiling, Disregarding fairness. Expecting one to disclaim, their right As true human beings and siblings.