Author: Frausto

riding a bus positively.

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riding a bus positively.

the seats on the train are designed
to pack the most of us in,
so now we’re all standing
packed like sardines
on the train on our way
to work or
to the doctor
always away from all of our dreams,
hoping that just maybe
today will be the day, but
tomorrow will be even better.

just have to keep positive.
this is the life you’ve chosen.
let faith fuel your optimism.
learn to trust your government
       and elected officials.
trust that someone will resolve
       the leads that bleed on the news nightly.

it’s not your fault. you’re not to blame,
and maybe when you get home
you’ll be able to rest.
you’ll be able to get some fucking sleep.

12.28.11.

allegory of the urbanites.

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allegory of the urbanites.

from the city is where i came.
under the sun, the concrete glared,
and the train went out
expanding.

we all live behind closed walls;
erected to keep out the noise
from the chaos that is all around
expanding

like a thought
       or maybe a disease.
everyone is so afraid of the stranger.
there is no sympathy for the foreigner,
but everyone of us is a traveler

in the city where i came from.

12.28.11.

hold out belief.

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hold out belief.

believe
that there is something beyond.
all this
cannot be all there is.
a whisper does exist
that will change everything,
and it will be brought on
by the turning of tides
caused by the moon.

we are
all like little infants here,
crawling,
walking around confused
in search of something lost
when we were being born
before this dream began,
thinking we can fight it-
falling into tides.

hold out
for time to bring us some change
of pace
and perhaps scenery.
there’s a way to survive
and a way to find light,
a place to build some space,
a way to remember
that we are free.

hold out.
a new age is going to come
where we
will finally see true selves;
who we’re meant to become.
children from ancient tribes,
children of ancient love,
let us return to earth
like we once were.

12.28.11.

soundtrack for the collapse of the empire. part vi. final movement.

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soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.
part vi. final movement.

do not wonder why/ i/ speak like this/
like i/ have a 3rd eye/ that sees
beyond/ and into time/ like a shaman/
modern day magi/ medicine man/
spiritual leader/ there are invisible
chains/ pure metaphor/ but still their
hold is quite real/ a struggle/ between
good and evil/us and them/ where none of us/
are always good/ or always evil/ but
something much more in-between

we will begin to decipher the messages of our mother;
the singing of the birds and the dancing of the monkeys;
the ringing echo of the blowing wind;
the writing in the sand caused by the air’s footprints;
the paintings in underground caves created by ancient rivers.

we will begin to decipher the messages of our mother.
she is waiting for us to understand her-
for us to return her call,
for us not to be so much like our father- fire.

10.09.11.

soundtrack for the collapse of the empire. part v.

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soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.
part v.

what’s the plan?

what will you be teaching
children that looking like me,
descendents of poverty,
working class citizenry?
all we want is to be free,
and the ability to choose
our own destiny
without the state imposing its
ideals on anybody.

mr., mr. president,
i was hoping you’d represent
the interests of the majority
instead of that 1% minority,
so much so to make us scream.

mr., mr. police officer,
do you really believe
you belong to that 1%,
and who exactly do you represent-
serve and protect?
the majority- the people.
the minority- that 1%;
that does all it can to avoid
paying taxes?

mr. mr. representative
of the church,
i’ve no more cheeks
to turn and give
for exploitation
and slapping.

so much wrong
going on
until i start to
lose all faith in
god.
until i realize that
the god of the
state, in which
united statesians trust,
is covered in blood and rust,
and their love is just lust.

my gods are love and
trust:
the sun, the moon,
stars, and the earth.
i’m trying to grow like
roots from trees;
an ever expanding form of positive
energy.

your god is on a dollar bill,
which is why you’re so
weak.

the corporation is so…

10.09.11.

soundtrack for the collapse of the empire. part iv.

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soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.
part iv.

yes, i am a damaged entity.
i am the state’s property,
and it dictates who i should be,
how i should speak to children,
but why should i listen to reformers
when my students relate and identify so much more
        to me than to them.

push the button.
push my buttons.
i’ve been waiting for a reason
to set it off,
and go crazy on someone’s ass.
i want to speak some truth,
and all i need’s an audience (and a target).
disrespect me, please (i dare you),
so i can honestly say everything
for which i have been waiting patiently.

i didn’t choose teaching because
        i thought it’d be easy.
it chose me as a way to
        assist my community,
as a way to reach the children-
        all around me,
        growing up like me
in a system that doesn’t understand us
        to parents confused by us;
that’s why the kids love me.
they listen and watch to everything i say and do
because they know i respect them too.

unlike you,
always trying to fit them in a box
to make it easier
to manipulate the date.
kids are mere percentages to you

10.09.11.

soundtrack for the collapse of the empire. part iii.

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soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.
part iii.

the maya did not disappear.
they simply abandoned their cities,
and stopped paying tributes to the gods
because they gods had forsaken them,
and their land no longer grew crops.
so that the high class of rulers also starved,
and they too had to leave their temples
        and homes and learn to be
        just like the people.

so that when the people start to starve…
don’t expect them to pay tribute.

what are you waiting for?
for the people to abandon the empire
because they are already beginning to go hungry.

10.09.11.

soundtrack for the collapse of the empire. part ii.

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soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.
part ii.

i will rise above towards the mountaintop
before the corporation comes and
        sets up its plantation.
my ideals are too radical,
but at least i have some.
yours can be bought, can’t they?
or they can become easily subdued at
        the slightest threat of
        fear or pain.
and yes i am also scared and terrified,
but am so much more
of what will happen if we just ignore
what’s happening around in the world.

for love of country, you’re willing to die?
what fucking country?
they hand you a gun, and send you
        off. a boy off to war, and
        call you a soldier.
i head to the streets with no weapons, unarmed
        to fight for what’s mine. my life
        and peace of mind, and i’m just
        a rebel.
if you die for country,
i’ll die for love and humanity
because i’m not trying to save a way of life,
but to ensure there is a way of life
to save.

i will rise above the masses and the populous.
we, that don’t have anything, are destined to be
subjugated to be employees and renters of
        property.
nobody owns anything.
your land belongs to the city,
and the city is owned by the state,
and the state is owned by the feds,
and your country is a corporation
with a board and invisible CEO’s
that control everything;
it’s no longer even a conspiracy
as everything is done before our eyes
and our consent
through locally held elections
of which far less than half of the population participates in.

10.09.11.

soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.

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soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.

children of capitalism
do the dance of
waste and decadence.
dance for your forefathers-
the slaves and the owners,
the weak and wicked.
the shadows of light
are blinding in darkness

children of capitalism
your women are bitches
your men are all dogs
so then what are you?
if your mother’s a bitch,
and your father a dog,
so then what are you?

are you an american?
from the continent or
from the country?
there is no country america.
are you an orphan?
what are you?
we are children of capitalism-
confused, lost
because what will we do
when our money can’t buy
our salvation,
our freedom,
or worse, you run out
of money?

children of capitalism-
sons and daughters
of decadence,
the empire is crumbling,
so dance, dance, dance
and fuck, fuck, fuck.
we’re all screwed, screwed, screwed,
and in the end as in
the beginning
there will be a fire
ignited
to burn, burn, burn
till we are all returned
to ashes
and dust to dust to dust.

10.08.11.

dreams: imagined oceans.

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dreams: imagined oceans.

imagine the oceans to be a dream;
a shrieking, crashing of waves
attempting to hold onto the earth
without being swayed away by death
and time
and decay;
attempting to make the moments last
longer than a flashing second
endlessly passing by
like hands and arms waving goodbye.

because
we are all children lost;
in the forest
abandoned on an island,
neglected by our governments
whose choices are more influenced
by corporate CEO’s than the voice
of the citizens.

so that
now we all feel like
everyday is spent on a conveyor belt,
and we are all some product
on an assembly line
as we’ve all become so plastic,
docile, and such trained
imbeciles and spectators;
watching online and/or on TV,
and that’s how the company
likes it,
and spends millions on advertisement
and PR on
the industry
of keeping us quiet and in line.

09.03.11.