untitled.
peeling away at the layers
while pulling out my hair.
please stop picking at my scabs,
and help me heal my wounds.
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shameless and shameful.
shameless and shameful.
there is no shame
in having no name.
there is no shame
in being all the same, but
there is no shame
when you are not
because to my eyes
that’s where your light derives.
there is no shame
in having no shame.
the greater shame
is to be ashamed
of your neighbor’s shame
by simply stating,
“oh brother, what a shame!”
and doing nothing to ease his pain,
and shame.
05.20.12.
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disciple less prophets.
disciple less prophets.
feeling like a prophet
with no disciples or apostles.
on a mountaintop,
i will start meditating on
all my ancient questions,
and then go on a quest.
in the middle of the west, the midwest,
my bones are found bare- barely there.
trekking towards the setting sun,
the final days of the empire
have begun,
and we its children
can assist in its fall.
from somewhere in the forest
of my thoughts,
i heard a tree fall,
and with my whole heart,
i gave it my all
trying to find what we’re
all searching for
while the stars in the heavens
serve us all as maps.
if only these city lights
weren’t so bright,
we wouldn’t be so lost.
my brothers and sisters,
we all share one common goal-
go to bed, get to sleep, then wake up,
and off to work
without feeling like such an asshole.
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riding a bus positively.
riding a bus positively.
the seats on the train are designed
to pack the most of us in,
so now we’re all standing
packed like sardines
on the train on our way
to work or
to the doctor
always away from all of our dreams,
hoping that just maybe
today will be the day, but
tomorrow will be even better.
just have to keep positive.
this is the life you’ve chosen.
let faith fuel your optimism.
learn to trust your government
and elected officials.
trust that someone will resolve
the leads that bleed on the news nightly.
it’s not your fault. you’re not to blame,
and maybe when you get home
you’ll be able to rest.
you’ll be able to get some fucking sleep.
12.28.11.
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allegory of the urbanites.
allegory of the urbanites.
from the city is where i came.
under the sun, the concrete glared,
and the train went out
expanding.
we all live behind closed walls;
erected to keep out the noise
from the chaos that is all around
expanding
like a thought
or maybe a disease.
everyone is so afraid of the stranger.
there is no sympathy for the foreigner,
but everyone of us is a traveler
in the city where i came from.
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hold out belief.
hold out belief.
believe
that there is something beyond.
all this
cannot be all there is.
a whisper does exist
that will change everything,
and it will be brought on
by the turning of tides
caused by the moon.
we are
all like little infants here,
crawling,
walking around confused
in search of something lost
when we were being born
before this dream began,
thinking we can fight it-
falling into tides.
hold out
for time to bring us some change
of pace
and perhaps scenery.
there’s a way to survive
and a way to find light,
a place to build some space,
a way to remember
that we are free.
hold out.
a new age is going to come
where we
will finally see true selves;
who we’re meant to become.
children from ancient tribes,
children of ancient love,
let us return to earth
like we once were.
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soundtrack for the collapse of the empire. part vi. final movement.
soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.
part vi. final movement.
do not wonder why/ i/ speak like this/
like i/ have a 3rd eye/ that sees
beyond/ and into time/ like a shaman/
modern day magi/ medicine man/
spiritual leader/ there are invisible
chains/ pure metaphor/ but still their
hold is quite real/ a struggle/ between
good and evil/us and them/ where none of us/
are always good/ or always evil/ but
something much more in-between
we will begin to decipher the messages of our mother;
the singing of the birds and the dancing of the monkeys;
the ringing echo of the blowing wind;
the writing in the sand caused by the air’s footprints;
the paintings in underground caves created by ancient rivers.
we will begin to decipher the messages of our mother.
she is waiting for us to understand her-
for us to return her call,
for us not to be so much like our father- fire.
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soundtrack for the collapse of the empire. part v.
soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.
part v.
what’s the plan?
what will you be teaching
children that looking like me,
descendents of poverty,
working class citizenry?
all we want is to be free,
and the ability to choose
our own destiny
without the state imposing its
ideals on anybody.
mr., mr. president,
i was hoping you’d represent
the interests of the majority
instead of that 1% minority,
so much so to make us scream.
mr., mr. police officer,
do you really believe
you belong to that 1%,
and who exactly do you represent-
serve and protect?
the majority- the people.
the minority- that 1%;
that does all it can to avoid
paying taxes?
mr. mr. representative
of the church,
i’ve no more cheeks
to turn and give
for exploitation
and slapping.
so much wrong
going on
until i start to
lose all faith in
god.
until i realize that
the god of the
state, in which
united statesians trust,
is covered in blood and rust,
and their love is just lust.
my gods are love and
trust:
the sun, the moon,
stars, and the earth.
i’m trying to grow like
roots from trees;
an ever expanding form of positive
energy.
your god is on a dollar bill,
which is why you’re so
weak.
the corporation is so…
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soundtrack for the collapse of the empire. part iv.
soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.
part iv.
yes, i am a damaged entity.
i am the state’s property,
and it dictates who i should be,
how i should speak to children,
but why should i listen to reformers
when my students relate and identify so much more
to me than to them.
push the button.
push my buttons.
i’ve been waiting for a reason
to set it off,
and go crazy on someone’s ass.
i want to speak some truth,
and all i need’s an audience (and a target).
disrespect me, please (i dare you),
so i can honestly say everything
for which i have been waiting patiently.
i didn’t choose teaching because
i thought it’d be easy.
it chose me as a way to
assist my community,
as a way to reach the children-
all around me,
growing up like me
in a system that doesn’t understand us
to parents confused by us;
that’s why the kids love me.
they listen and watch to everything i say and do
because they know i respect them too.
unlike you,
always trying to fit them in a box
to make it easier
to manipulate the date.
kids are mere percentages to you
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soundtrack for the collapse of the empire. part iii.
soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.
part iii.
the maya did not disappear.
they simply abandoned their cities,
and stopped paying tributes to the gods
because they gods had forsaken them,
and their land no longer grew crops.
so that the high class of rulers also starved,
and they too had to leave their temples
and homes and learn to be
just like the people.
so that when the people start to starve…
don’t expect them to pay tribute.
what are you waiting for?
for the people to abandon the empire
because they are already beginning to go hungry.
10.09.11.
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