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san francisco.

Frausto 6 Comments

san francisco.

you’re a lonely bird,
and i’m a lonely bird.
yo’ we’re all just such lonely birds,
so why don’t we all just flock together
(like birds of the same feather),
and withstand this weather.
let’s travel south and
then maybe west.
let’s go insane,
and give each other new names.
let’s baptize ourselves under flames,
and emerge from the ashes
as two phoenixes.
(let’s go crazy like joaquin phoenix is.)
‘cause you’re a lonely bird,
and i’m a lonely bird,
so why don’t we just flock together.
(baby, why don’t we just fuck together.)
sorry, but it’s hard
to stay so damn positive ,
trying to repel all this negative
energy some folks project,
but we try
to forgive not forget,
and to grow from what we learn;
get beyond our dark thoughts.
break on through like jim morrison
      and william blake.
love at all costs and whatever it takes.
let’s fly south,
then out west;
maybe stop at san francisco.
it’s been so long since i’ve been.

03.13.13.

entre sombras.

Frausto 20 Comments

entre sombras.

i.
dejate cuento de todo lo precioso
que es el universo
detras de todo ese espacio.
y es que nosotros los humanos
mantenemos muy bien guardados
todos nuestros pecados y secretos;
deben ser olvidados y escondidos,
y es mejor decir que nunca nada ha pasado
a tener que confrontarlos.

ii.
soy la noche y el dia,
el mil y un de tonterias
que me invento al hablar,
sin motivo ni razón,
sin ninguna explicación.

02.27.13.

right before the robots (nuclear take over).

Frausto 6 Comments

right before the robots (nuclear take over).

yo, i just want to write a funny song,
not so much comical, but one
that’ll bring a smile to someone’s face;
a song to remind us life’s worthwhile.
and i’m not trying to stand on no
        pedestal or some soapbox
because i completely understand we walk
        on the shoulders of great humans.
and really, we are such a tiny speck
        when we consider a human as an
        individual.

because there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.

just a tiny speck of dust;
grain of sand
passing through this vast universe,
but should i feel anymore
or any less insignificant
than an ant sliding through sand
like grains through the fingers of
my hand.
perhaps, i better sit and meditate
        on that one, huh?

because it’s all about what works best for you.
catch your own wave.
find your own beat,
and jump in when you’re ready
on this universal ride/jam.
because it’s all about what works best for you.
catch your own wave.
find your own beat,
and jump in when you’re ready
on this universal ride/jam.

because there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.

until we understand the earth is a
living organism,
not like you or me,
but alive.

02.20.13.

passive voice.

Frausto 15 Comments

passive voice.

And as the whole universe went into a blur, so as to reflect the chaos that surrounds, some hearts are not meant to be held down by earthly concerns. Reality is an ambiguous and subjective concern. Some of us are still aching for a return to our innocence, whence we were still much more pure, or I guess, purer. And yet still some of us lack concern for the remnants of the ashes on the ground from when we were much more alive.

10.23.12.

dada h!p5t3r ab5urd!5t 50ng.

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dada h!p5t3r ab5urd!5t 50ng.

believe
i’m surrounded by ghosts.
addicted to phone apps,
a mexican hipster,
i make myself sick.

relief,
off the hook on the moon,
interplanetary and imaginary
are all of my friends
found asleep at the wheel.

the thief
came and took the country away.
his goons came in over night,
and walked out by morning away
with everything:
our freedom and democracy.
got us hooked on technology
too distracted
to notice that something is happening,
so we all just be like
l-o-l,
w-t-f.

awake
i became on the day
i learned to be critical
of everything politicians said.
thank you for that lesson dad.

retake
our native lands from government hands.
this time we won’t ask.
we’ll have to go and demand
and incite the truth to ignite

a flame
to illuminate roads yet to be taken
by children not yet awaken
before the corporation rakes them in and
transforms the child to a slave.
that child might’ve become einstein or jesus,
but now she’s just busy
watching TV,
and always logged in.
always so connected while remaining so disconnected,
infected by corporate fat cats,
constantly advertising,
and we’re all just like
l-o-l,
w-t-f.

07.06.12.

passing moments and random thoughts.

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passing moments and random thoughts.

reach out far to hold
the half of heart
that you have left
after having lost the other half
when as a child you discovered
your parents were imperfect.

my little son,
you are the most innocent one,
and already you are given
to give into the simple
pleasures of life
like food and sleep.

sometimes, it gets so complicated,
and i start to think
that it should be much
more simple
than it is,
and try to reach out for
some friends
to engage in conversation with,
but i tend to shy away
or play the part and scurry,
and retreat into the night.

07.06.12.