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I was featured recently on the poetry forum over at my friend's at Mad Swirl. Putting the poem up for your comments.
08/03/2015

I was featured recently on the poetry forum over at my friend's at Mad Swirl. Putting the poem up for your comments.

Mad Swirl Poetry Forum

07/01/2015

I need more comments here, fans of The GOLDEN SENTENCE!!! Should I post a new original poem each week! Any suggestions, likes or styles of poems you would like seen displayed here? I'll give it my best shot!

Getting Ready for my Poetry Reading next Friday (October 10)at Texas A&M University-Kingsville. It's open to the public....
02/10/2014

Getting Ready for my Poetry Reading next Friday (October 10)
at Texas A&M University-Kingsville. It's open to the public. Looking forward to seeing all my friends and family! Thanks for the support.

21/05/2014

Original Poem: Divided We Fall
After a bit of a hiatus, I bring you a recent poem centered on a conversation I had with a friend about the greatness of Pink Floyd and how their message and lyrics transcend generations. This poem talks about Roger Water's dream or visions and what might be inside his head. I hope you enjoy the poem, thank you for reading and being patient blog readers.

Divided We Fall

I bet Roger Waters
fantastic dreams at night
final cuts
pigs in the sky
creating a world at peace
and piecing together bridges of youth
taking apart the animal inside
is no easy task
quiet desperation is the English way
wars are socialized marketing schemes
and carefully placed drones fall
on the cruel and innocent alike
We all rather be walking in the war
than playing lead roles in cages
But we are all entangled in comfortable battles
in which we are meant to fight in the company of strangers
grouped affairs or solitary flares in the abandoned sky
Whatever words between them
momentary lapses of reason
Bliss such sweet treason
Waters has a repeating dream
that Syd, David, Nick and Richard
are washed ashore
prisms hit the beach
while the red tide is coming
and Syd grabs the last rainbow by its neck
David serenades the moon to light her stars
Richard plays a melody stirring the currents
Nick strikes a balance in the right light
such sweet sound
their possible pasts drowned
for a minute all was alright
until their walls came up
Who's in command?
David hopes
Roger responds,
We should be closer.

(C) Rafael Andrade Garza, May 20, 2014.

18/02/2014

Would anyone on the Golden Sentence's friend list be interested in a poetry reading, by myself. I'm entertaining the idea of giving a reading at a friend's house. Time and date to be determined, soon. Just wanted to gauge interest. My last reading was in Dallas in October and I think it's about time to give my chops a work. LOL! Thank you all for staying patient with relatively little news on the site. Need to get back to giving my blog and page some love. Just let me know here who would like to attend it, it would be here in San Antonio, Texas.

30/08/2013

Original Poem: at the edge of somewhere
Hey loyal Golden Sentence fans...thanks for visiting the blog, while we've been absent. I wanted to share an original poem I had written a long time ago and just now edited and finished. Please comment and let me know if we can bring any other kind of music, social or poetic content you'd like to see here. Hope you enjoy the poem....



at the edge of somewhere

Fall is coming again
as my years keep falling
it is coming like recent storms
we’ve needed
but, I don’t need this
I find myself repeating my mother’s
Mexican dichos
Proverbs of life
What I couldn’t stay away at 25
I watch now in my late 30’s
Is it any sweeter now?
It’s so hard to tell
The street ditch swells
From this beating rain
I drive by and watch
The rushing water
swirl around water bottles
gliding cardboard boxes
pushing and maneuvering
these articles
to the edge of somewhere
so much of this life
is meant to voyage alone
our lost voices
and messages inside impossible bottles
many vo**ur eyes
can’t assemble mechanical puzzles
or fix the pieces of their lives
too fixated on today
failed escapades
don’t bother to watch the currents
much these days
ebb and flow
travel with or without the company
of you and us

© Rafael Andrade Garza, August 30, 2013.

04/05/2013
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Local Flavor: Rusty Bucket BBQ



Local Flavor: Dining Critique
The Rusty Bucket BBQ
600 Cupples Rd
San Antonio, Texas
210-433-6663

May 4, 2013

As you walk into the small cozy dining area adorned with rustic western theme of tin cans, license plates and even a quaint piano you get a sense of the laid back atmosphere of the Rusty Bucket. If you don't know this is a Texas BBQ joint, the picnic tables will almost give it away. Don't go looking for waitresses and service 'cuz you came to the wrong place. It's a self serve attitude here as if your at your own back home BBQ affair. No menus here either. That's in case you missed the special outside the door before walking in. If you want to know what they are offering the blackboard has a standard menu of Texas BBQ staples. The holy trinity of chicken, sausage and brisket and even some spare ribs as well. You order your food through what looks like an old bank teller or casino window. I ordered what looked the most interesting: The Lone Ranger. I didn't order any sides since I wanted to order it the way it came. The side you ask? Plain Lays Potato Chips. Cricket, cricket! Did you hear that? No fanfare for this sandwich and that's a damn shame with a name like that! What's in it? That's the trinity on a sesame style bun. My brother ordered the special. To be honest I would say neither were generous portions and the presentation was bare bones. These sandwiches would of looked better on hoagie buns giving it a Texas Poor Boy style feel. My humble opinion if I should have one. The way they served me made me feel like maybe the carnival style paper tray was best suited for a frito pie and not something as ingenious as the Lone Ranger. The concept for the sandwich was great but the meats were not moist but they were a little tender to tough. The flavor was on point though. I kept putting sauce on it because it was a little dry. To me it was missing the love sauce to be frank. My brother said the chopped BBQ he had was definitely better than the chain style offerings of Bill Miller's here in town. I would say the sauce was mild with a slight kick and definitely vinegar based but not overpowering at all. I'm partial to Rudy's BBQ sauce and the fact that I can order burnt ends and moist for my style of brisket. I asked the cashier when this place opened and she said two years which kind of took me aback since they had a plaque from the San Antonio Express News from 2010 and a dining critique from a neighborhood magazine. I didn't care to read what they said I wanted to experience this place with no preconceived notions. I dove into The Lone Ranger and I devoured like only a "meatatarian" (Don't judge me, it's a personal choice) like me can. She made no real connection for this establishment nor gave any insight of what made this place special than other BBQ spots here in town. She missed a "Golden" opportunity; because this place has potential and it's not half bad. I washed down my meal with soda and I had to tell the cashier that the C02 was out. She had no idea what the hell I was talking about, I had to tell her it was flat much like her customer service skills. I didn't tell her the last part but maybe I should have and I say that because she was more eager to return to her Happy Meal from McDonald's. She proceeded to eating in front of customers at the customer dining area. It made me wonder if you work here wouldn't you want to eat what they serve here? Just a thought.

Price: Moderate
Atmosphere: Good
Food: Good to Very Good
Portion: Ok
Customer Service: Poor
Overall Experience: 3.5 Sombreros out of 5.
--By Rey Andrade-Garza, 2013
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04/05/2013
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Poem: Firewalker
This poem was brought about by an attraction that never really saw the light of day. Love is such a universal theme and this particular story doesn't end with the two desperate ever coming together. Sometimes, the unknown is far attractive than the actual notion of getting together. Please comment below, let me know what you think. Thanks for reading! -Rafael Andrade Garza


firewalker

Some kind of fire
You had over me
Burning, smoldering
Even the farthest memories
Punished me
At first sight,
Your golden hair
Fanned the highest flames
Porcelain doll lips
Kept hinting, suggesting
You played cleverest of games, girl
Unforgiving time passed
I saw that the color of your hair
turned dark chestnut
seemingly innocent lips
now outlined in black soot
You quieted the flames, girl
You shushed those emotions
and ate heartbeats
like hospital scanners
surrounded by cupped prayers of return
I finally let the wick go,
Yet it still irritates
More than it burns
Agitated now and then
by Hollywood romantic notions
A gift of that grand fire
That did engulf you and me
I’m a firewalker now-
Your fire didn’t cleanse me
Those drafts and beaten tracks have gone
“Now I'm saving all my loving
for someone who's loving me” x 2

© Rafael Andrade Garza, November 16. 2011.
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02/05/2013

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02/05/2013

Original Poem: Equation for Love

this poem was written almost a year back and it came about from a question a friend posed to me about love and mathematics, and if there was an equation to measure the perfect love. I'm sure there is a scientific equation for attraction and love, but as we all know, love is rather unpredictable sometimes and it's hard to measure our emotions. I love how this poem words play out sensitively about the topic, and how at least for me, the equation of it all, relative to the feeling. Hope you enjoy this poem, please comment below-Rafael Andrade Garza

formula of life

How do you measure a heartbeat?
Systematically or empirically?
I’ve read that the actual calculation,
At least mathematically,
is to subtract your age from the number 220
“HRmax=220-age”
The equation sometimes challenged
due to the response to intensity
oxygen and time
Breath of life

How many average breaths in a lifetime?
16 breaths per minute
960 breaths in an hour
8,409,600 in a year
If you live to 80
my love, you will approximately take
672,768,000 during your life.

I believe you calculate breaths
by how hard you love,
It will extend your time
taking deep sighs at midnight oceans
and holding your breath on birthdays
just enough to freeze this notion
that we can also live to hope

How many jaded lives
do you think never bother with it?
Living interrupted pauses,
accidents and numerous causes

I’d rather be caught in a kiss
out of breath-
than to suspend disbelief
Is it plausible to dream
of life in perfect calculations
rhythms and heart palpitations?

The secret of success is
to unlock the ultimate you
written of in books, tablets and nooks
I’d rather live it all
The doomed and risen love
a seemingly complicated life
whatever steps or breaths
that shares the same space with you
I measure a heart beat
beat by beat
chest to chest
a life of stolen breaths

© Rafael Andrade Garza, June 13, 2012.

28/04/2013

Original Poem: Take Me
Today's poem was written rather recently and it came about in a drunken stupor. Or let's say the words were flowing nicely after a few beers. As with the majority of my poems, it's an emotional, matter of fact poem, that center's on a man's character and the way he views his world. I hope you enjoy this piece! Thanks for reading it...

Take Me

take me as I am
there is no other version
or perfect self
take me for what I say
even if the over-cast sky
produces no rain
take me for what I do
even though I say do as I say
don't do as I do
take me for my actions
and not my constant retractions
you know I'm not perfect
I'm percolating through all the hurt
misinformation and the dirt
it's almost sunrise
and I'm almost out of excuses
take me
in the clouded morning
as fact,
whatever it is I come up with
in my night's calculations
When the sun comes up
believe I said it shines
If my road is riddled with obstacles
imagine them as diamonds
tender to the cut
take me at my word
as a man,
when I say I'll be there
rain or shine
my word is my only currency
in this recovering economy
take me as a friend
or hardened angel
for advice and counsel
one that will pay a visit
or make a timely phone call
take me
with you
wherever you go
even if it's hell or high water
take me there
I work best when pain comes in large doses
my heart is filled with roses
I'll be the one sorting sinners and saints
pitchfork in hand,
negotiating with God
for our way
back to heaven.

(c) Rafael Andrade Garza, April 11, 2013.

28/04/2013
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27/04/2013

Original Poem: Strangeland
After taking a breather from this blog, feeling refreshed, I'm going to start submitting a series of original and recently edited poems from my chapbook: "Heart Code". I updated this poem, from an oldie I had called: "a heavy stone sinks to the bottom of the riverbend" from 2006. It's an introspective poem about personal struggles and in light of my recent obstacles, coming out of a long term relationship and seeking full time work, it seems as though I'm re-visiting this chapter again in my life. I edited the poem, quite recently, and I think it flows much better in this fashion. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Strangeland

the way you look at me now
is far from the country I knew
I was riddled in blame
my soul once a landscape
of heavy rain
what you witness now
rivers of my redemption
mirror and surge
upon your rocky eyes
my inner walls
retreat and surrender
you arrived just in time
to witness my heart’s betrayal,
I shall sink in familiar murky waters
Capsized love-
For, I’m neither a boatman nor a captain
I’m caught at the riverbank
immigrant in my own homeland

© Rafael Andrade Garza, 2006.

23/04/2013

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