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in guadalajara: notion 100.

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notion 100.

my poetry is dead.
i am a dead poet.
i do not feel my words could ever change
the world.
i am merely observing under different states,
on distant states.
i do not have that much faith in my words.
i need your help.
my poetry is dead,
and i am a dead poet,
but the people that may catch these words,
they are alive.
my faith is on those people,
with the people,
whoever they may be,
or what ever that may mean.
my poetry is dead
when left off on its own
in my head, or on paper,
merely observation,
which is why i do not like to memorize
whatever i have written.
my poetry is dead and i am a dead poet,
merely observation,
simply passing by.
i need your help.
my words will not change the world,
but the people,
they are alive,
and they just might.

08.13.2005.

in guadalajara: notion 99.

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notion 99.

all i wants a
magazine,
so i pick it up
to ask the price,
and security approaches
with a machine gun,
and his partner
straightens up,
and all i want to know
is the price
of the
magazine.
but what if i had
stolen it?
would they have
shot me down?
with a machine gun?
in the streets?
for a magazine?
right there in the streets
of san cristobal?
and all i wanted to know
was the price.
what’s the price
we’ll all have to pay
for some sense of security?
and your type of order,
i do not want it.
and this new world,
i am not a part of.
how can i be
when the pigs threaten,
intimidate,
harass
over a magazine worth
20 pesos?

08.13.2005.

in san cristobal de las casas: notions 95-98.

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notion 95.

this letter,
which may go on
forever
because words erupt
from me,
and the hand moves
so freely
as if my thoughts
flew
before me.

08.11.2005.

notion 96.

let us go to sleep.
tomorrow will soon arrive
without a warning.

08.11.2005.

notion 97.

fire and flames.
energy flowing,
and the universe
expanding.

08.11.2005.

notion 98.

vamonos pues,
a repartir charola,
a todos igual.

08.11.2005.

in san cristobal de las casas: notions 93-94.

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notion 93.

my country and continent
is something for Europeans and tourists
to come exploit and visit.
“at least they shop and consume.”
and my people have become trained
to submit
to the will
of the buyer.

and then they bring in
the walmarts,
and everyone’s fucked.

08.10.2005.

notion 94.

and at dawn the pen moves much quicker.

i couldn’t be a wanderer. i yearn for common faces. and the desert seems too cold or wicked. i’m not ready to confront it. i couldn’t be a hermit. i really do love listening to stories. i’d much rather watch them pass by, and sometimes i’ve no desire to even try or get to know them- just to acknowledge their existence and they mine- that is enough, at least in my head. it’s all in my head, no? couldn’t get lost in the jungle cause the city lights would call me in. but how do i love the ocean? but sometimes it’s almost like drowning.

towards you i hope the stars may guide me and ease the traveling. and getting lost in crowds won’t be so scary cause you’re there with me.

and at dawn, the pen moves much quicker.

08.11.2005.

in san cristobal de las casas: notions 91-92.

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notion 91.

how i’d like to meet
the person that makes sushi
here in chiapas.

08.10.2005.

notion 92.

i’m not just a teacher.
i am still searching,
and am still learning.
i know so much less
than i could even imagine.
i am your humble servant,
but i am not a slave.
i’m not just a teacher
though i’m a member of the union.
the state doesn’t own me.
the state doesn’t own us,
and we dictate how society goes,
or at least should,
so how have we allowed it
to have gotten so far,
out of control.

and i’ve only been here
for a little bit
over a quarter of a century,
and will not settle
into being content
with a middle class slavery.

08.10.2005.

in san cristobal de las casas: notions 88-90.

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notion 88.

vibras y vida.
piedra y tierra.
corazón y libertad.
sol y luna.
madre y padre.
mar y montaña.
fuego y agua.
abuela y abuelo.
estrellas e hijos.
pasado y futuro.
y el presente sigue rolando.

08.10.2005.

notion 89.

“suerte carnalito,”
y el rastitas me pasaba
buenas vibras bajo un canto
en náhuatl.

“suerte carnalito,
nos vemos en rollo,”
este el salvador me decía.

08.10.2005.

notion 90.

i am like my red and brown brothers,
people of the sun,
children of the corn.
tortillas are my bread.
i miss the ancient world
before the conquest.
i still have memories
of which i dream,
but in the city,
the turtle is a bandit,
raccoon rebel.

08.10.2005.

in san cristobal de las casas: notion 87.

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notion 87.

my past was colorful,
and my people wore bright colors
even though they have/had
what the west considers nothing.
(how can i not get sad or angry,
but what will these emotions
do?)
“set things straight?”
but the north has set me cold.
how can i let it happen?
to the other children?
thanks to capitalism,
we are all children of the streets.

my country and continent
is something for europeans,
for their descendents and tourists
to come exploit and visit.
an economy dependent on the money
some pale face may bring.
my past was colorful
like the flowers of xochimilco,
but the north is so cold,
and murders it all with
its society
now spreading globally.

08.10.2005.

in san cristobal de las casas: notions 85-86.

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notion 85.

buenas vibras,
aquí todo es leve,
hermanos relax.

08.10.2005.

 

 

notion 86.

so i thought i’d write a sonnet just cause
i’m of ideas of eternity,
way past beyond the sense of human laws,
and at some point, i’ll finally be free.

in my country, it was hard to find me,
had to leave the chaos and confusion
cause all that noise was simply distracting.
i yearned independent disposition.

thus then travel unraveled some secrets,
our third became open to see way past,
letting go of our shared ancient regrets.
all blurred towards a future which will pass.

so why the fuck then are you so worried
when we’re not part in the story in (his)tory?

08.10.2005.

in san cristobal de las casas: notion 84.

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notion 84.

coincidences:
when one discovers
who one is,
what one wants,
to not want, not desire,
and all the things make sense,
coincide,
and signs appear,
to not want, not desire,
be content,
and you realize your path,
keeping to the left.
some would call this god,
buddha, jehovah, the
universal unknown,
the order of pi.

chaos:
when one is lost
of who one is,
confused and robbed,
feeling so lost,
a star astray,
and all seems chaos,
a rolling, random
stone,
but even rolling stones
collide or crash
beyond the crossroads.

08.10.2005.