Poems of Jean Rojas

 

Celestial gardener

Grower of the seeds

Of spiritual flowers

Multi-colored scents

Of restful souls…

You plant on clouds, graciously

The stems and leaves

Swaying in the air

You hold lives in

Your gentle hands

In a little corner in heaven

Where the Almighty has

Assigned to you

To tend His garden

Of everlasting life

There is an immortal

Glow in your eyes

As you nurture these

Cosmic trees in

The hallway on high

No more sadness for you now,

No more painful tears

Or regrets

You have passed on to another form

Where sinister shadows do not exist

And darkness is defeated

By the white of the light

Rest easy now sweet gardener

And spread all your love and kindness

In the eternal garden called “heaven”

 

For: Francois Jeanne

05 August, 2009

 

(Francois Jeanne was a gentle man who stood 6'4" tall when he was alive.Unfortunately,

he was viciously and savagely murdered by his wife and her lover.He was a quiet man

who was totally submissive to his diminutive and brutal wife.They had a daughter whom

she took from him and made an insurance if she needed money or food or a place to stay.

Francois took all of his wife's abuses with a lonely heart .When she fought with him,she would hurt

him physically and he never fought back or even utter a word of protest.Few men are as kind and tender

as he was.He did not deserve to die the way he did.)

 

 

 

Sky Lord,

Airborne, you are without equal

Unsurpassed in your ballet of the sky

Cloud dancing, rainbow colored hues

In this, you have paid your dues..

 

Born with a poet’s face

And a mind that raced in numbers

You walked tall among men

In riches degenerating into rags..

What began of dashing beauty

Became a scourge of grotesque pain…

 

Aviator, with your broken bones

Break their hearts

In the mystery of your misery

Compensate what you lack

holding intimacies in your hands

Merge their bodies with empty promises

And the poison of the loss

Of your genius

with the disintegration of your sanity

 

Repeatedly in circles

You repeat your words

A hundred times

Sans grace of rhymes

Paper airplanes torn in shreds

Lie wasted in the grime

Of deathly dust

Like germs permeating

On blackened windows

Walls that hear your wails

And tales of woes

 

In the end you’ve lost all reason

In the sadness of your gloom

Many men have spelled your doom

Like an outcast in the desert

You were but an empty shell

No one there to care for you

Though they all gave in to you..

Silent tears deprived the laughter

In the midst of all the fame,

And all the fortune

You have died a lonely and

Neglected man

 

But, you are up the skies now

And I can just see you smile

Waving like a shy schoolboy.......

with delicate delight in your eyes,

Maybe there, in your spiritual might

You shall be free at last

For airborne, you are without equal

Like a true conqueror of the constellation

You shall sleep in an eternal sleep

Where all but peace shall stay awake

In your heart that is already mended

 

For: Howard Robard Hughes Jr.

08 September, 2009

 

 (When the name Howard Hughes is spoken, a picture of an unkempt old man, severely underweight with long hair and rotting teeth  comes to mind.It is an image that persists to this day.But it wasnt always like that. In the beginning he was a handsome young man,heir to his father's millions in the drill bit tool, an excellent aviator and engineer, an astute businessman and a famous movie producer.He was a man of immense vision. His slow descent into madness came much later and many of his aides took advantage of this fact to rob him of millions. To get a bird's eye view of Howard Hughes before the downfall, please click on the links below:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3GGqVRZKIc 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38wmgZIftFs

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GniO-emiIe0  

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eL7a95IXzts&NR=1  )

 

http://hrhughesjr.webs.com

 

 

 

  

 

Pieces of the shadows

Of the dying sun

Lie on the face of

The ever-moving sea

Tinting water with

Its orange hue

Rippling figures in

Shades of green and blue

 

Darkness hides

With unknown fear

But living legends

Live on a spear

Bravely facing enemies

Unseen and unheard

A deafening blast

Took its toll

And found its mark

But she lives….

Spilling blood

On  turbulent soil…

Temperatures rise with

Fists, to a boil…

 

I only see

The light in her eyes

Feel her passions

Like the fragrant breath

Of the willowed wind

Know her courage shall sustain

Her country on the run

In ruins, underneath the sun…

 

She is Pakistan’s muse

And she lives…

Her legend cries to be told

From far and near

It shall be heard….

Echoes of her voice

Casting shadows by the sea

She will persist

And none can resist

For then, we will know

That she will not go

Deep in our hearts

She will thrive

And survive

For legends like her

Shall always be alive….

 

She is  Pakistan’s muse

Her name is like a prayer

Say it softly and it soothes

Whisper loudly

And it moves

Like the pieces of the shadows

Of the sun

On the face of the ever-moving sea…

 

 

For Benazir Bhutto

(1953-2007)

31 December, 2007

 

 

 

 

Save me from this conflagration-

Strangers' desires make people

Do foolish things…

I want to fall in love

I always knew I want

To fall in love,

With you….

 

Capture me with your eyes

Make me dream of those lies

You are real

But you are not my reality

Yet, you spark rapture in my soul

I always knew I will love

Someone like you

 

From distant lands we both exist

Spaces can kill,

And so they say,

But images can thrill

And memories can fill,

 your uncommonly beautiful face,

I kiss in my mind…

The sound of your voice

That deep, soothing

Masculine baritone,

Unforgettably instilled

In satin velvet

Benignly sensual

Rocking me forth to sleep,

In a slumber of

Unfulfilled fantasies

Unrequited realities

On my own…

 

I always dreamed I will

Love someone like you…

 

 

For: Chris Isaak

01 October, 2007

 

In wolf’s lair,

Will you be?

There to meet me

and greet me

With salutations free

I can see your eyes now

soften with sadness, somehow

But then,

Like the howl of the wind

There you stand,

without fear

You reach for a hand

You will not fail this time

For here your future

Awaits you,

In wolf’s lair,

The glory of your dignity

 

Morning’s child

And poet’s rhyme,

Etched on your face

The contours of your grace

aristocrat  born

With kisses mourn

The passing of life

Your only destiny

 

Beautiful man of the ages

Beautiful passion of the sages

You who threw  your courage

In wolf’s lair,at the villain’s outrage

 

You have won in your defeat

Carried the burden of this feat

Neither the moon in its dark haze

Can forget the intensity of your gaze

 

Lay your weary mind now,

In wolf’s lair, the cry  has sounded

 glasses wildly strewn

Across the earth’s floor,broken

The valkyries have chosen

Your name they have spoken

 

 

You will fight with reason

You, a hero for all season

 vaguely a whisper in December

born in sweet November,

dying in July,

On your lips was a cry

Long live

Long live

Forever you shall live

Like the waves in the sea

Like the leaves of a tree

Everlasting in your sleep,

There, the hero will no longer weep

 

Will you meet me ?

One last time,

In wolf’s lair, the valkyries’ nests

Gently smile upon this solemn memory

That shall forever nurture

And grow in love,

It can never die

And you will  never die,

One last look my hero ,before you go

Into the sky,

Into spirits high

Mark my soul with the breath of your

Silent song,

Pictures of your face

Give me strength to grow

And to glow…

You will always be….

My hero

You will always be,

My love….

 

FOR: KLAUS VON STAUFFENBERG

          12 February, 2007 

 

 

flutter by oh butterfly! spread those wings, go fly into the mid-morning sun.. there your inner beauty can not help but truly shine out of this world into the silence of space align your soul with the passion of your young life you are now free of any strife. promise me a kiss, in your spiritual bliss may you not forget those who loved you without regret who now are grieving upon your leaving... in life, you have graced us with the beauty of your face we did not always understand... at times we sneered and we jeered at times we clapped and cheered but one thing's certain you gave us cause to stop and turn you made us laugh and wonder you made our thoughts wander rest gently now sweet butterfly your sorrows are no longer your sadness we shall remember this undying ember the day you were born in November sleep in your dreams peace in you ,gleams your eyes will never close into our hearts always remain close...... IN MEMORY OF ANNA NICOLE SMITH (also inspired by Larry Birkhead) 10 February, 2007