i cannot stand
beneath the mountain
working to raise a
stone everyday
just to watch it roll
back down to my feet.
i’d rather spend days
raising the dead,
casting incantations,
taming energy
from ancient dreams,
becoming free.
10.26.08.
my hand forward quick glowing edges
sleep tight
sweet dream
hold tight
nice dream
lay down
your bones
keep down
your heart
hold down
your soul
from floating away
from this decaying planet
10.26.08.
on a stool,
in a bar
that doesn’t exist anymore,
i was talking to this man.
i mean he was talking;
telling me
some real deep stuff.
so full of it,
all deep in it,
up to our knees,
so much so,
no room for treading.
“they kept on trucking ,”
he kept on saying.
he said something like
that, “yes we can. yes we can,”
so i became a train.
i think. i think. i can i think.
i can think,
or choose not to. about anything,
so i decided to listen in.
he took a drink, and responded with
“i am the man, and when you leave
you’ll tell the folks,
you’ve met the man,
and all is good.”
i stared blankly
without filling them in-
the gaps in space
and conversation.
he claimed i was Middle-Eastern.
i swore that i was Mexican.
he worked as a mechanic,
but had once been a gravedigger.
thus was quite familiar with the dead.
he drank to join them soon.
he called me a damn liar
for not admitting that
i was not Mexican
but Palestinian.
there was just no convincing
even when i spoke in Spanish.
he mentioned my people
would soon be free.
we’d all be free.
we’d soon be dead.
10.26.08.
she thought that if she
outstretched her arms,
birds would fly to her,
and whisper all their secrets
of all the lands
where they had stopped to rest,
so that perhaps she could
imagine in her mind,
perhaps if only for a second
of somewhere else to be.
she thought that if she
outstretched her arms,
god would reach down for her
as an ancient memory of a father.
she thought that if she
outstretched her arms,
he’d notice she’d awaken,
and just hold her.
10.26.08.
hype.
hyper,
hypersensitive,
hypochondriac,
hypnosis.
the cool and the glorified g,
mass marketed culture,
pillaging, production, and promotion of urban style.
how would you dress for a war zone?
you could learn.
they could teach you,
but they’ll have to charge.
when you watch a music video,
buy into it.
hype
and static,
and how to properly consume,
and be merry (weary).
trust the economy.
question nothing.
buy into it.
hype.
don’t worry. just watch. don’t watch.
just push a button,
and wont have to suffer the view.
turn a blind eye.
trust elected officials.
let them calm all of your worries and concerns.
hype.
hyper,
hypochondriac,
hypersensitive,
hypnosis.
10.19.08.
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.
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