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corporate democracy confuses.

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corporate democracy confuses.

what’s up with governments acting like corporations? 

should i be confused, amused or what? 
should i keep on staring into the idiot box? 
should i choose to participate or not? 
should i just get on my knees and pray that it all stops? 

anyone want a world of activists or puppet presidents? 
let guns decide while the world divides over markets being 
     globalized? 
dream of aliens on distant planets or settle things at home? 

what’s up with governments? 
what’s up with governments acting like they care? 
what’s up with governments acting like corporations? 

can anything be fixed without reading marx? 

because the 
third world debt 
isn’t getting paid, 
and the g-8 can choke them by it with a chain, 
but it isn’t getting paid. 

what’s up with governments acting like corporations? 
what’s up with governments building space stations? 
what’s up with this country pimping its new world democracy?

07.24.01.

and now she.

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and now she. 

and now she scatters, 
            drying her bones, 
            soaking through flesh. 
let’s see it, 
            my heart leash out, 
your heart leash out 
            to prove we’re alive. 
scream at the world, 
            until what? 
            until we break. 
            until we become 
or crawl. 
eyes colliding to end the night. 
she seems to 
            escape into her 
            wall in space. 
through shredded hearts, 
            have a dream, 
            until what? 
            how long? 
            until we scatter. 
before our ashes 
become scattered 
she questions herself, 
            “how much longer can i stay here?” 

throughout 
            the universe 
            her verse 
                                    scatters.

2001.

an exercise in angst (teenage mood).

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an exercise in angst (teenage mood). 

I. 
hurt your skin, 
peel it back- 
fade to black 
doused in sin. 
no one cares. 

shed your tears. 
share your fears. 
nothing’s fair. 
count to three 
or to four. 

like before, 
can you see 
anything? 

there’s nothing. 

II. 
so you like the feel, 
but don’t like the taste- 
such a fucking waste, 
waiting to be real. 

should i try? well, what for? what for? what for? 

i’m just so bored 
like before 
wanna die. wanna try 

to get out of here 
then into someone, 
i’m just acting dumb- 

so happy you hear.

11.09.02.

access america.

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access america. 

try to enter: 
wall on the ground, 
divided land 
and massacred tribes. 
skin red 
from blood or 
evolution? 

tormented daydreaming seeming never ending. 

let’s try. 
let’s try, 
try 
to access america. 

try to exit: 
sky upside down, 
bruises not healed 
and scars still remain. 
are we sinking 
or losing 
our wings? 

tortured little babies seeming always dying. 

let’s try. 
try. 
try to, 
let’s try 
to access america. 

run over 
borders and digitalized 
cells into a 
plastic self 
with 
no hope of succeeding 
or escaping, 
because: 

access has been denied. 
access has been denied. 
access has been denied.

1999.

wind blows away.

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wind blows away. 
fly fast, east- 
buddha ranting. 
wind 
just blows 
away 
hopes and dreams 
one had. 
had it. 

had it all. 

had all 
then lost it, 
in grip, 
then let slip 
away. 
wind 
blows it all, 
away. 
had to- 
past obligation. 

love less, 
live more, 
loveless, 
lifeless, 
immobile. 

in a second, everything will be memories, 
fading slowly. 
in a year- 
unconscious, hidden 
away. 
wind blows 
everything 
away. time 
had. 
had it all 
then lost. 

on an island, 
ghosts scream 
to loves 
abandoned 
in the crowd 
now gone 
away 
forever. 
07.28.02.

seeing.

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seeing. 

antichrist dream, 
land filled with heroes. 
crumbling idols, 
worshipping symbols 
of an empty people. 
manic-depressive, 
obsessive compulsive. 
crucify time 
to better explain now. 

how to explain? 
how to understand 
the past and the present 
without eating up past the future? 
send time into a void 
to travel through space. 

from this island 
it’s hard to see 
-to hear the sea, 
to smell the flesh, 
to taste the soul, 
to feel alive. 

to be engulfed by infinite energy. 

is it a dream 
or a living desire? 
-to see it all perish 
and await resurrection 
on top of a mountain 
or deep in a jungle 
away from the concrete 
and synthetic plastics, 
but inside a universe breathing. 

entertained through thought, 
avoiding some action, 
hoping for peace 
by hiding from war. 
remove all the masks 
and how does it look? 

so, living in darkness 
is not what it seems, 
when shades begin 
to frighten the soul of the child; 
one needs to scream 
to perceive energy. 

to be engulfed by infinite energy.

03.15.02.

power lies.

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power lies.

truth seeker, freedom fighter, make self laugh with idea of words, used to dream of being like che, or some kind of castro, but now, most desire to be free of all ideology, and not have to hide behind political identities, ‘cause what does anything matter as long as it smells like human, but always have to include own personal quirks and preferences, making things such a horrible mess, thus stalin was a dictator, and castro, republicans, and democrats are dictators all as well, and there’s nothing, no one can say to change my mind.

2001.