when we
start to
talk in rhyme,
i feel
the sense
of lost time
like when
i walk
with closed eyes
past the
city
and its lights.
where were you?
not been found?
yet) (not true,
but like sound.
there were clues
all around.
searched for you;
heaven bound
to find you.
we found truth
holding out
our hands too
in the crowd.
where is the thought that lingers behind this?
we all wear certain hats just for a kiss.
10.19.08.
reflected back-
a perfect moment.
you give a wink-
a smirk, a smile.
forgotten seconds-
hidden treasures.
a sinister look,
and you stare back.
reflected back;
that’s amore!
that’s a mirror.
10.01.08.
Drawing by A.F.
no man’s an island,
but wouldn’t it be nice to
shut the noise outside.
10.01.08.
explain it to me
all over again,
but speak slowly,
so as to understand
the multiple meanings
to spoken words,
the hidden messages,
lying underneath.
we are but shadows
screaming from the grave.
we live as ghosts
depressed from modern age.
we will forget time,
and be forgotten,
but it is ok.
we weren’t meant to stay.
come shake foundations,
the spirits of hosts,
rudeness of manners.
we are all strangers.
come stare at us
dance naked under stars.
make wishes tonight.
turn magic to light.
lying underneath
the hidden messages
to spoken words-
the multiple meanings,
so as to understand,
but speak slowly
all over again.
explain it to me,.
10.01.08.
Image by A.F.
black
dark
boots
eyeliner
spikes
chains
goth
angst
despair
rebellion
satan
lipstick
leather
black
the kid’s in the back,
sitting in the corner,
trying really hard
not to fit in,
to stand apart,
outside of the crowd.
only to realize,
it’s so much easier
amongst all the copies of copies.
i close my eyes
and float above,
imagine then
discovering
an ancient island.
that kid in the back
in the corner,
who pretends to be
a stranger,
becomes just like all of them;
shopping at the mall,
garments for the uniform
to better play the part
of alienated youth.
i close my eyes
and float above
and whisper to escape.
naked
blank
bare
empty
vacant
hollow
breathe
burn
phoenix
flash
flames
catharsis
resurrect
naked
09.30.08
la raza humana
empieza ha deshacerse
mientras vamos hacia el cielo
buscando estrellas
que ya no encontramos
en las cuidades modernas.
09.30.08.
cover your head from
overreacting. be
mindful of propaganda and going
under the influence of
neurological
inactivity programmed by the
state
to keep the masses in line,
according to plan.
09.30.08.
databases (6x4x4).
the language
with which you speak
says quite a bit
about who you are,
and how the wires
have been programmed.
it’s confusing
when you talk fast
like ancient dreams.
recite new spells
to cast off your
incantations.
words thrown around
murderous tools
for our victims.
innocent fools
troubled by words;
possessed by them.
the language
of modern times,
a secret plot
to overthrow thought,
grow submissive,
shop, and consume.
09.29.08.
the monkey king,
he felt he was so clever,
and looked down at our
intelligence or lack of.
he ruined the feast
of the rulers of heaven
to which he’d not been invited.
the monkey king,
he’d prance around.
his lack of modesty
led him to constantly display his skills and talents,
but this annoyed the rulers of the heavens.
they called upon the buddha.
the monkey king
was captured,
held trapped inside the buddha’s hands.
the monkey king,
he felt he was so clever,
and looked up at the clouds
from in-between the buddha’s fingers.
what good was immortality then?
the monkey king
let centuries pass
until the rulers of the heavens called.
***
all of the while
the monkey king
was never missed.
they’d had enough
of his torments,
constant bragging;
free to just be,
finally were
much more happy.
***
the monkey king waited
not having made any friends.
there’s none to miss him.
09.08.08
Bring out some light and shine it through
We are the heart that melted through
Beware the ghosts that cut us through
Release control and break on through
07.2014
Y desde la selva laconda
Proclama Elias Contreras,
“El que tu no lo puedas
Imaginar,
No significa que no pueda
Existir.”
Y es que el entiende bien
La razon porque el hombre blanco y el mestizo
Tanto miedo le tienen
A que se termine
El calendario maya.
A que se le acaben los dias
De joder y robar al indigena.
Y llegara el día
Que el mestizo se de cuenta
En su reflejo que ella tambien
Es indigena.
Y el blanco entendera que sus amos
A ella tambien la han tratado
Toda su vida
Como indigena.
Y el ejercito continua creciendo
En Africa y en Asia.
Los indigenas se dan cuentan
Y despiertan
A la realidad que siempre han sido indigenas,
Y que los poderes imperialistas del mundo
Siempre los han mantenido
Bajo cierto control,
Controlando sus mercados
Y el valor del trabajo de sus cuidadanos,
Y todo mundo se da cuenta
Que todos somos o fuimos indigenas,
Que fuimos deslocalizados y relocalizados
Por todo el mundo,
Por toda la tierra.
“Yo tambien soy indigena,”
Proclaman todos los niños al despertar.
“Pero yo siempre he sido indigena
Desde hace antes de que fuera cool,”
Explica Elias.
05.02.10
Ask, “Why?” Not now but later,
After the fact when it won’t matter.
Nothing should be disclosed.
Keep secret all of your thoughts,
And decide by committee,
So as to avoid offending anybody.
Step in line and set your face to smile-
They’ll like you more that way my child.
Feel why the earth don’t grow
Anything organic anymore-
All of the soil has been saturated
With some corporate chemicals,
And we all know who is to blame,
But we shouldn’t be so eager to assign blame,
To start pointing fingers at anyone
Because nothing happens in isolation.
04.21.09
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