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.
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.
Drowning and trying to suppress a past, so long ago. The burn smothers, my most inner immortal shine.
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.
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,
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.
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...
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
Chalice Of Subsistence
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,
Mahogany stained wood, silky canvas, satin sheets.
Tangible outlined bodies, glistening moisture
and a cool summer breeze.
Laying intertwined, in a emphatic dream.
Taking your hand upon my chest
Feeling the heave,
every single beat of life,
is for you my love.
Your skin, the sensation of