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
Just Don't See That Anymore
Kids these days miss so much Remember life's soft touch? Sticks and stones, John Wayne and Jesse James.
Drowning and trying to suppress a past, so long ago. The burn smothers, my most inner immortal shine.
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.
A man believes he has vision, Until a woman blinds him with her beauty. A man believes he can't be touched, Until a woman touches his soul.
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,
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
Under the pine tree, the soft autumn breeze, In the air the fragrance lingers of a beautiful day, And the changing of colors, that just blows me away...
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.
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.
It's always been you
Here surrounded by strange people, I can't seem to focus without seeing you. In a far away city
Oh, baby I can see The strength you bring to me. I'm sorry at times a glimmer of doubt comes to be. But baby it’s not you, it’s just me.
My darling missus Loves her chocolate kisses. Watching, she provocatively Undresses the foil,
The Polar Bear
My dark coal eyes, Stars gleaming, Make a star materialize. The Aura Borealis
We play in a virtual world And although the screen conceals The opposite of my image Is a person that is very real.
Half Open & Half Closed
A mother sighs....
her child takes a pose.
The chair sways......
the angels eyes begin to close.
Eyes Half opened...
Innocence looks up once more.
The Mother smiles...
her labor no more a chore.