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.
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.
in my name? in whose name
do we fly these drones?
and so because of 9-11,
none of us have a right to privacy?
well, i’m sorry,
because if we’re talking about bombed buildings,
then we need to ask
some iraqi and palestinian folks
how they’re feeling.
02.13.13.
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.
i’m the artist
james joyce made a portrait of.
i’m like nietzsche’s science-
all gay and shit.
the inquisition tortured my ancestors,
so how’d we all end up so catholic?
07.20.12.
reading a good book, if successful,
makes me feel like i am
engaging in conversation with
men and women from the
past about the present with
hopes to inspire change for the future.
07.15.12.
untitled.
we are all unknowns
cursed to be anonymous,
or perhaps we’re blessed.
07.06.12.
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.
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.
i’m a rapper by default,
but a poet in my heart.
i don’t do this for hip hop.
i do this ‘cause it’s art.
i do this to maintain,
keep myself from growing insane
like a rose out of concrete.
i rhyme over beats,
and walk the earth
on my own two feet
b e c a u s e i c a n n o t d r i v e.
it’s my attempt to remain alive,
or perhaps i’m just afraid,
scared, and i don’t trust people.
it’s getting dark inside,
and there are shadows on the wall
that call my name(s),
but aren’t my friends.
“where they begin is where i end”,
but it’s not that simple
with so many people.
at some point, our boundaries
all begin to blend,
and all our scars and secrets
become displayed for all to see.
i’m a rapper by default,
but a poet in my heart.
i don’t do this for hip hop.
i do this ‘cause it’s art.
07.06.12.
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