Bellicose Harvest

By: Gus Victoria

Cold steel plows the land,

Blood soaks the soil

To grow the terrible harvest

That shades will reap,

The heroes fight no more,

Enshrined in glory,

Buried in earth,

Gaunt figures of State

Cry their valor

To the living.

The dead cannot object.

Gratitude flows from noble hearts

Beatifying the fallen,

To fill halls of honor,

No justice stands

To give form,

Only destructive chaos reigns,

Stalwart against humanity,

Darkness and the thick fog of regret

Sacrifice the future

Of a forgotten dawn,

Love drowns

As bullets fly,

Love cries,

As hope dies.

Images Experienced

By: Gus Victoria

Drunk on the future.

Running from the past.

Lost in the present.

An icy fog of uncertainty

Paralyzes passion.

A crystalline clarity

Is shattered.

Fate is mocked,

Buffeted by heavy winds,

Eroded by doubt.

Failure is courted and wed.

Truth is lost in fancy.

We turn and turn

Endlessly we circle

One step forward

For ten around,

Two steps back

For every revelation.

More doubt

With every stipulation.

Love wanders the fields

Of forged misery,

The forested wisdom of fools,

The glacial depths of loss.

Love anchors hope,

That hope may never,

In the storms of life,

Be ever lost.

Chasing the Fairy #15

By: Gus Victoria

Memories not yet made

Fuel the lover’s flame

In the furnace of love,

That combustible crucible

That furnishes the blade

Upon which we all fall.

Lust is a hunger

Only ever delayed,

Never truly sated.

Conflict created

When two souls not fated

Play with temptation’s fire.

Burned in ectasy

To sinful ash.

Reborn in redemption.

Taking flight

To fall once more.

Whole again,

To break again

Upon the jagged crags

Of an unsheltered life.

Custodian of Justice

By: Gus Victoria

Revolutionary of mind

Revolutionary of heart

Love is thy currency

In a bankrupt world

That seeks to devour

The light it suppresses

The life it oppresses

Gorging on the foul refuse

Of State.

Sustained by its crumbs

Strengthened by its injustice.

As a blade

Tempered in the fire,

Sharp to make bleed,

Strong for the cut

You are an instrument

Of righteous anger

Of divine retribution.

Revolutionary, you destroy

And chaos you bring

So that others may build.

Revolutionary you save

Those cast off,

So that others may heal.

Hero to the hopeless,

Scourge to the opressor

Friend to the friendless

Custodian of justice.

Viva Mexico, Nuestra Madre

By: Gus Victoria

We dance today

For you,

We celebrate today

For you,

We are together today,

For you,

Five centuries you’ve been mother,

To lost children,

Five centuries you’ve been slave,

To lustful masters,

Five centuries you’ve cried tears of blood.

We rape your land,

We deny your past,

We destroy your future,

You are mother to us;

We praise you

As we deny you,

We idolize you,

As we forget,

We proclaim your beauty,

As we court foreign appeal,

Calmly you wait,

Quiet your strength,

Deep your resolve,

That someday

We, your children

Will take our inheritance,

And proudly proclaim your virtue,

As together in voice we call to you our mother,

Mexico! Mexico! Mexico!

Viva!