we’re just trying to ride
the breath of the night,
the energy why
our dreams are divine.
and everything’s here;
everything’s here
inside of this moment.
if you could just hold it
then you would notice.
then you would notice
that everything’s here.
that everything’s here,
and all of the answers
will start to appear-
some of them not so clear,
but if you stop to listen
then you will hear,
and if you search
then you will find
that you’ve opened your third eye.i live on an island
inside of my mind,
and you are a bridge
to the rest of mankind.
the rest of mankind
can turn a blind eye,
but i’ll still keep looking
and hoping
that we’ll all unite.
become
one big nation
with no fucking borders;
no coloring inside the lines
and everything’s fine,
and everything’s fine.to search and to look
and go beyond,
and go under,
and break on through
until we see, until we feel
that color and sound are real,
and tangible
just like our dreams.our dreams are divine.
10.25.14
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the night’s the same
at night is when i have
most of my battles
against myself,
against myself.‘cause what’s the point
of going to bed
if it’s still all going
to be fucked up
in the morning.maybe we should try to
change some things.
maybe we can start by
changing everything.10.25.14
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My students and I need some tech equipment and non-tech equipment for the classroom. I’ve created some Donor’s Choose campaigns to supplement some of the missing materials. If you could donate that would be so awesome. Thank you so much in advance, and I know this isn’t poetry but I will be back soon with more.
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d1g1tal p03try: f1r5t 3x3rc153
//poem written using Swift programming language.
//this code is not meant for everyone.
//this poem is not meant for everyone.
var emerged = “born”
emerged = “an idea”
emerged = “like an idea born into this world.”
var first = “you are” + ” ” + emerged
var next = “you are guarded and protected”
//if you are fortunate to be loved,
//and or belong.
var chaosTheory = “into the world”
chaosTheory = chaosTheory + ” ” + “with closed eyes”
var imaginationAndCreation = “and open heart”
chaosTheory = chaosTheory + ” ” + imaginationAndCreation
var andThen = “until you are ready to be unleashed” + ” ” + chaosTheory + “.”
//but still some folks will not understand.
//true meaning is not always right before our eyes.
//takes longer to dig deep and unravel layers
//in world where everything is hidden in code.
var hopefully = “find and search and create joy.”
var beforeYouKnowIt = “and goes by too fast.”
var fadesAway = “take the time to listen to the lessons”
var untilDeath = “because life is short” + ” ” + beforeYouKnowIt + ” ” + fadesAway
var theEnd = “embedded in the universe’s code.”
//there is still time.
//it’s not too late.
//there is still time.
//there is still time. to learn. the codes. the words.
//there is still time.
//there is still hope.
var finalPoemString = first + “\n” + next + “\n” + andThen + “\n” + hopefully + “\n” + untilDeath + “\n” + theEnd
print(finalPoemString)
you are like an idea born into this world.
you are guarded and protected
until you are ready to be unleashed into the world with closed eyes and open heart.
find and search and create joy.
because life is short and goes by too fast. take the time to listen to the lessons
embedded in the universe’s code.
12.18.16
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affect change.
affect change.
affect change, positive effects,
cause all love is hopeful.
affect change, positive effects,
cause all love is hopeful.
affect change, positive effects,
cause all love is hopeful.
affect change, positive effects,
cause all love is hopeful.
i don’t want to
burden
anybody
with my troubles,
but my middle class ass
lives inside a bubble
that regularly gets burst
by the skin
that i walk in,
the languages
i speak-
the syntax i select.
financially, i can afford
to repair the bubble,
but psychologically,
the burden of being brown
is bearing down hard
on me,
and this is not
an attempt
to cast blame and guilt
on anyone,
but just how i’m feeling.
just how i’m feeling.
just how i’m feeling.
how can it be?
how can it be?
if we are so
fucking free?
if we are so
fucking free?
you must be
kidding me.
you must be
kidding me.
you must be
kidding me.
love is simple-
simple to love.
love is easy-
easy to love.
hate is hard-
brings one down.
love carries
one above,
but there’s
no trust,
no trust,
no justice,
no trust,
so we get caught,
and we get trapped
inside these webs
of lies and hate
that we can’t escape,
but we just want,
just to be free,
psychologically
and physically.
psychologically and physically.
no justice.
no peace.
how can it be?
how can it be?
if we are so
fucking free?
if we are so
fucking free?
you must be
kidding me.
you must be
kidding me.
you must be
kidding me.
some folks ain’t got no time.
no time for empathy,
i dig. i’m so sorry
the universe made
you this way
that you can’t recall
being a young small child
and having an open heart
and having an open heart
and having an open heart
before the world
tore you apart.
Spring 2016.
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until we all are.
until we all are.
never felt represented by this government.
never felt represented by this government.
never felt represented by this government.
never felt represented by this government,
ever since i voted for ralph nader,
always felt like an outsider
looking in-
to a party to which i haven’t
been invited.
never felt a part of this
grand ole nation.
never felt like my interests
we’re taken seriously or even mattered.
does my life matter? to this fucking country?
where we’re all just pawns,
so i don’t fear no president.
no, i don’t fear no president,
but i fear for my children-
having to be confronted by such vile hate.
i fear for those who won’t have the strength
to resist, stand up, fight back.
i’m not saying i’m oppressed,
but i won’t be free until we all are.
until we all are, i won’t be free.
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free until we all are.
and the million masses of voices
will continue to haunt me.
humanity is a species like no other.
humanity is a species like all others,
and this can go bang, poof, that’s it-
we’re extinct- we don’t exist anymore.
our egos convince us
that we’ll be here forever,
but no one lives forever,
and our species doesn’t have to.
the planet doesn’t need us
to revolve/rotate.
it will continue to do so
with or without us
like it’s always done for millions of years
since before it was even a star
that went into supernova and created
a vacuum to amass its mass,
and now we’re all trapped by its gravity.
i wish we understood what it is to be free
without all the convoluted noise
gathered from years of living as clones and slaves
in a cave barely aware of shadows,
but i won’t be free until we all are.
until we all are, i won’t be free.
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free until we all are.
had such high hopes for change,
such high hopes for change.
had such high hopes for change,
such high hopes for change.
had such high hopes for change,
such high hopes for change,
but things stayed pretty much the same,
and we’re still not free,
but loves trumps hate,
so we’re going to make it out ok,
but we’re going to have to struggle
’cause love’s a struggle,
and i won’t be free until we all are.
until we all are, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free until we all are.
¡haste la victoria!
¡si se puede!
all we need is love,
and all power to the people!
all we need is love,
and all power to the people!
all we need is love,
and all power to the people!
all we need is love,
and all power to the people!
11.12.16
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s.t.o.p.
s.t.o.p.
stop-
the madness.
stop-
speaking in tongues with mindless folks
who engage in doublespeak and jargonese.
could the world just please
stop-
thinking
twice about thinking twice?
my how time flies
when you’re diving off the deep end.
could we gain some control? grab a hold?
i don’t think there’s ever been a time
when this world’s been at peace;
we’re just trying to get closer
without getting erased.
our species is so egotistical-
thinking we’ll be here forever,
like we can’t go like the dinosaurs.
what a bunch of dodos!
i don’t know
what else to say
when folks are still living day to day,
meal to meal.
how do we heal
all of the broken people?
stop-
trying to make sense
out of nonsense.
stop-
asking rhetorical questions.
you’ll end up trapped in your mind
in the world of what ifs and
hypotheticals.
just let it be,
and jump in where you fit in.
you are not your parents’ sins.
we are not our ancestors’ mistakes.
we are the survivors.
our DNA carries the strands
of a people that have prolonged
and survived, and survived, and survived,
but for how much longer
when “idiocracy”
starts to resemble reality.
10.19.16.
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for the benefit of those who doubted that we would one day fly.
for the benefit of those who doubted that we would one day fly,
we have a song, for those whose eyes
could not quite see
the quiet of the sea.
for those who cannot hear
hues
in rainbows in raindrops
from morning dew,
we have a song for you.
a song of love of peace for you,
whenever you are ready to see and listen,
smell, taste, and
touch and feel
the magic of the memory of the ancients.
10.10.16.
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¿history rotates forward?
¿history rotates forward?
we are myth and allegory.
our history bloody and gory
with tales of honor and glory,
but mostly a false narrative gets promoted,
pushed forward.
the rewards of plundering,
of raping, pillaging, and conquering-
to write down a story,
and then call it history,
and force the children of the conquered
to learn and memorize
the tales of their ancestors’ conquering.
to worship and idolize
the men responsible,
and then expect some gratitude for this education-
that’s some perverse shit.
what are you teaching?
to either fall in line? or constantly feel like at any moment,
this country could take away your freedom,
and throw you in prison
just for opposing injustice?
or talking and writing about it? or even worse,
just thinking about it?
why is authority so threatened
by those that organize the streets?
but there’s always two sides.
there’s always two sides.
the streets, they are filthy, unclean.
the people were lost, and the state brought order.
folks aren’t ready for freedom,
so some need prison or the fear of it
to keep them in line
and keep them productive.
repression becomes necessary when preventing chaos.
quit playing the victims of history.
it’s evolution and natural selection.
it’s the way the world works.
sorry my ancestors were such assholes,
and murdered all of yours.
we took you in. we took you in.
this country took your whole family in.
we gave you all a religion,
transformed the heathens into good christians.
the police needed to come,
and do what they did.
it had to be done to bring order.
unfortunately, some lives can’t matter.
some lives can’t matter
if we are to move forward as human beings.
it’s evolution and natural selection.
it’s evolution and natural selection.
sorry, no time to catch feelings or feel empathy.
no time to catch feelings or feel empathy.
todo el mundo tan ridículo y tan perverso.
en donde se termina y por donde empiezo.
soy hijo de mestizos entonces mestizo soy.
mira la lluvia. mira el agua correr. “todo cambia,”
mi amigo imaginario, que en paz descanse, ya bien lo decía,
“todo gira
y termina
como esta lírica
poética.”
estamos viviendo nuestras pesadillas
con mal gobiernos que quieren que vivamos de rodillas,
con mal gobiernos que quieren borrar a los mas pobres
hasta llegar a borrarnos a todos nosotros.
yo no me explico ¿porque tanta represión dentro de una democracia?
¿porque tanta hipocresía?
¿o somos libres o es pura mentira?
ya ni a quien creerle.
todo es puro show.
yo no quiero andar protestando toda mi vida.
yo quiero vivir mi vida.
pero si hay que marchar,
pues hay que luchar,
y vamos andar
como el comandante
siempre pa’ adelante,
siempre pa’ adelante,
siempre pa’ adelante.
06.29.16.
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meditation #216
drawing by my lil sis, angelica.
you can go to sleep.
you can go to sleep,
but the state won’t.
no, the state won’t.
better stay woke.
you better stay woke.
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