Biography of Jay Aguiniga
I live in the North Eastern Utah Mountains called the Uintah Basin. I'm blessed to live here, a place where you can drive 15 minutes one way and smell the scent of pine trees and drive 15 minutes the other way and smell the scent of the desert cactus.
Most people get the misperception that if you live in Utah you have at least four wives, not true i have five. That always makes me chuckle.
Nothing special about me, I'm just an ordinary person who finds his way to release by putting thoughts to paper. If you took the time to read this short biography about me, I sincerely thank you for taking time out of your life that is extremely important to someone.
Well not much more to say....
'In the end we're all just chalk lines on the concrete, drawn only to be washed away. For the time, I have been given. I am, what I am.
Jay Aguiniga Poems
The Color Of Me
The other night I read a poem from a poet who spoke of colors of the soul. Well that poem spoke so loudy I realized right then... mine is the color of coal.
Reach For The Stars
I Watch the evening news, Murder and stock market blues. Congressmen making broken promises, Constitutional changing,
I sit watching the white people enjoying their morning rituals, Smiles spread across the faces, like the wind spreads across the wild grassed habitual. There was a time before anyone cared about time,
What Would I Do For You?
I would walk a thousand miles... for one of your beautiful smiles. Climb the highest mountain I could find... just to say I love you... time after time.
When I Look....I See
When I look at a bird in a tree......I see life first hand. When I look at a tree in meadow..............I see the portrait of pure beauty. When I look at a meadow on the mountain...........I see the pillar’s of strength. When I look from a top this mountain on Earth.........I see the meaning of awe.
Living The Dream
It was just yesterday I used to dream about tomorrow. Now the past seems so far away, Now transformed, streamlining a Camaro.
The Warrior Spirit
'Mine ear is open, and my heart prepared: The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold: Say, is my kingdom lost? ' -Shakespeare
Weeping Orchard Tree
Old man winter releases one last breath, bitter March winds, leaving me so cold. Null bare branches move on the orchard tree Lifeless to the eye, but like the soul, the source is life.
Chalice Of Substance
My love has no time limits, You darling are the fabric of space and time That keeps my heart together. If a person expresses their love and no one is around to feel it,
Half Open & Half Closed
A mother sighs.... her child takes a pose. The chair sways...... the angels eyes begin to close.
When you are near... Your love manifests my soul... I will give…. unconditional surrender for eternity...
Baby you have broken me down... and improved the indentation in the soul. Giving me the feeling of being re-born…. and yet the very thought without you, I would literally die
Here we go, living in this small town trying to escape the nail down. The colors never seem to change Like the ferns on the mountain range.
Its No Secret
The fragrance, in the air Is the scent of a tropical candle, breeze. Swinging is the bag of Gap. Your happiness is the gap,
We always knew,
chance might come some day.
Like a whisper in the wind,
I might have to go far away.
I know it must,
hurt you so.
But let me open my wings,
so I may go.