crumbling ivory towers.

crumbling ivory towers (continents are just big islands).

wisdom means nothing on an island.
so isolated from the heart is the mind,
and if it takes more time,
well, i don’t really mind
as long as at the end, we get it right.

why are we in such a hurry?
always in such a rush?
to collapse and crash?
get it over with?
but there’s so much more to this,
so much more to this life of ours.
reach for stars and melt the bars.
live like lions instead of cowards.
free the earth. remove the chains.
expand your love. release the pain,
and start to look at everything
with new eyes. see through lies.
you realize time’s a device
to keep one occupied,
but there’s so much more to this.
there’s so much more to this.

wisdom means nothing on an island.
so isolated from the heart is the mind,
and if it takes more time,
well, i don’t really mind
as long as at the end, we get it right.

let’s do something that matters-
something that makes a difference.
let’s be that difference,
and bring about the change
we’ve been promised for so long
by politicians, pastors, preachers, ministers, and teachers.
bob dylan said it’d be blowing in the wind
for the times, they are changing.
and once we were slaves, now we are free.
once were the subjects, now let’s run these schools,
and educate ourselves to learn-
not to be assessed in order to pass
when life’s the most important test,
which can only be assessed
and evaluated through our collective happiness.
please excuse my arrogance.
please excuse my arrogance.

wisdom means nothing on an island.
so isolated from the heart is the mind,
and if it takes more time,
well, i don’t really mind
as long as at the end, we get it right.

07.30.14.

untangling trauma

untangling trauma.

i’m the rock and the hard place,
so all be damned
when we blindly follow along
just to get on,
just to get by-
choose to live a lie
haunted by an eternal question:
why?

writing is easy,
but singing is hard.

let me put all of my words within a box.
i hope you let me fill it all up with all of my dreams
within these four walls,
so we can create our own universe.
you know we can imagine a different way. a better way
that would be our own.
we think we’re so grown,
but still act like little kids-
afraid of forming opinions
for fear of opposing ones.

when i was 16,
i used to be so angry.
who am i kidding?
i’m still fucking angry.

but i don’t want to be so angry
for the rest of my life.
i got a son who means the world,
deserves the world, and with a fucking smile
even when i’m not feeling up to it.
he deserves the best of whatever world we can invent.
try to battle out all of my demons,
so as to not have to repeat them,
or transmit them to him.
i want him to be free of all of my emotional baggage.
i don’t want society to place limits for him-
for how high the ceiling should be,
but then neither should I.
i mean i gotta try
to see the light,
and make the world bright
with illuminated sentences and phrases.
i mean i’m not that little kid anymore,
and the weight of my past should not burden me.
if i’m to become the type of parent i want to be,
i can’t be
of the lonely lost dark empty anymore.
i’ve got friends, a son, and wife,
and soon we’ll have a daughter.
i’m not so lonely anymore,
or even lost.
perhaps a bit out of touch,
but it’s not so dark
inside of my heart.
some space’s opened up,
and it’s growing each day.

07.16.14.

cuando las leyes se escriben (when laws are written).

cuando las leyes se escriben.

mira, mira como cai,
el pueblo se tira,
y la mentira se estira.
la mentira se estira.

aquí no habra espacio
pa’ que existan
todos los pueblos
siempre unidos?

a que este mundo tan confundido.
queremos vivir en paz,
pero con tantas guerras-
pues ya no se puede.

y donde cabremos
dentro de este sistema sin frenos?
en donde acabaremos
si nunca se nos ha tomado en cuenta
cuando las leyes se escriben
y se las inventan?

mira, mira como cai,
el pueblo se tira,
y la mentira se estira.
la mentira se estira.

yo no llegue,
a mi me trajieron para acá,
y yo no escoji en donde nací.
soy ciudadano del mundo.

yo decido
como me identifico,
en que idioma me explico,
y con que lengua describo
a el universo que exploro
al soñar y al despertar.

al soñar y al despertar
salgo siempre a navegar
con un plumón y mil palabras
traigo ojos como una cámara
para no olvidar.
para ya no olvidar.

mira, mira como cai,
el pueblo se tira,
y la mentira se estira.
la mentira se estira.

07.09.14.

listen to the track here on soundcloud.

translation:

 when laws are written.

look, look how it falls,
the people cower,
and the lie stretches itself.
the lie stretches out.

there must not be room here
for all of the people
to exist
always united?

oh what a world, so confused.
we want to live in peace,
but with so many wars-
well, we can’t anymore.

and where will we fit
within this system without brakes?
where will we end
if we’ve never been taken into account
when the laws are written
and they get invented?

look, look how it falls,
the people cower,
and the lie stretches itself.
the lie stretches out.

i didn’t come,
they brought me here,
and i didn’t choose where i was born.
i am a citizen of the world.

i decide
How i identify myself,
in which language i explain myself,
and with what tongue i describe
the universe, which i explore
while i’m dreaming and awake.

while i’m dreaming and awake,
i go out and navigate
with a pen and a thousand words,
with my eyes like a camera,
so i don’t forget.
so i won’t now forget.

look, look how it falls,
the people cower,
and the lie stretches itself.
the lie stretches out.

translated 07.15.14.

¿quien se acuerda? (who remembers?)

¿quien se acuerda?

¿quien se acuerda cuando fuimos?
¿quien se acuerda lo que fuimos?
¿lo que somos?
¿seguiremos siendo?

como una ola del mar,
ó una piedra rolando
que en el camino se encuentra.
como una brisa del viento,
una caricia y un beso
del planeta y universo,
un instante y un momento
pues es lo mismo
si nuestro amor es eterno.

tu me quieres.
yo te quiero.
yo te amo.
tu me amas,
y como pájaros, los dos,
brotamos alas
para no enredarnos
entre las ramas
de nuestro jardín.

hasta convertirnos
en oxigeno para los dos
para sobrevivir,
para poder existir.

sin ti yo no quiero seguir.

tu me tienes.
yo te tengo,
y así vamos andar
como unas olas del mar
ó piedras rolando
que en el camino se encontraron.

¿quien se acuerda cuando fuimos?
¿quien se acuerda lo que fuimos?
cuando lo que somos,
seguiremos siendo
es lo único que importa.

y nuestra pequeña familia.

07.02.14.

who remembers?

who remembers when we were?
who remembers what we were?
what we are?
will continue being?

like a wave from the sea,
or a rolling stone
that on the journey is found.
like a breeze from the wind,
a caress and a kiss
from the planet and universe,
an instant and a moment
well it’s the same thing
if our love is eternal.

you want me.
i want you.
i love you.
you love me,
and like birds, both of us,
grow out wings
so as to no become entangled
amongst the vines
of our garden.

until we become
oxygen for both of us
to survive,
to be able to exist.

without you i don’t want to go on.

you have me.
i have you,
and that’s how we’ll go on
like waves from the sea
or rolling stones
that on the journey found each other.

who remembers when we were?
who remembers what we were?
when what we are,
will continue being
is the only thing that matters.

and our little family.

translated 07.15.14.

untitled.

untitled.

when i was a young boy,
and i thought i’d live forever,
i thought the days went by so slow.

but now it seems, the days and years
won’t stop passing me by.

all i know is that i
don’t want to die,
and it’s not like I want to
live forever,
but i just don’t want to think about being gone
because all i know is that i’m not done.

yes, i know, it’s dumb
to be afraid
of things we cannot stop,
so i just go on. i just go on
and on and on and on
and off.

05.12.14.

vengo viniendo.

vengo viniendo.

vengo venir, sin nada que añadir.
¿como se dice lo que no se habla,
en una tierra lejana,
que a veces ni se le entiende
lo que esta escrito
en la pared?

el mar no se acaba
pero el agua pa’ beber si, y
con ácidos esta cayendo
del cielo.
¿y quien se la ira tomar?-
pues el pobre indígena
que vive lejos de la cuidad
porque a el no le venden
agua embotellada.
todavía no ha llegado
la gran tecnología
con su civilización
de armas y guerras
tan avanzadas con sus
computadoras.
pero a el pobre no le
falta nada,
solo que el rico lo deje
trabajar
sin tanto chingar, sin tanto hostigar,
sin tanto robar, sin tanto robar.
porque al final, al pobre no se
le deja nada.
no le dejan nada.

vengo, viniendo y no traigo nada
mas que unos sueños
y unas pocas hojas de papel con poemas
que no dicen nada.
mas bien despegan mi pobre alma.
y por aquí todo con calma
que no esta pasando aquí nada.

no mas lo que sobra.
no mas lo que sobra.
yo por eso estoy con los zapatistas.
desde chicago,
me alineo con el indígena
que al fin y al cabo
mi piel esta igual de morena.
con tanto que decir
pero sin palabras para hablar.
el mar es tan profundo
que no dejo de soñar
en otro mundo
con mas justicia
y libertad verdadera-
no cualquiera porquería
que nos quieran vender
por la tele.

vengo, viniendo y no traigo nada
mas que unos sueños
y unas pocas hojas de papel con poemas
que no dicen nada.
mas bien despegan mi pobre alma.
y por aquí todo con calma
que no esta pasando aquí nada.

yo me quedo con los míos.
tu te quedas con los tuyos,
y al final nos quedamos
todos solos y aislados.
porque no mejor diseñar
un mundo en donde se puedan
vivir los dos-
los tuyos y los míos.

vengo, viniendo y no traigo nada
mas que unos sueños
y unas pocas hojas de papel con poemas
que no dicen nada.
mas bien despegan mi pobre alma.
y por aquí todo con calma
que no esta pasando aquí nada.

05.12.14.

 
 
 

i come, am coming.

i’ve come while coming without anything to add.
how does one say what we do not speak,
on a far away land,
where sometimes, we can’t even understand
what is written
on the wall.

the sea never ends,
but our drinking water will, and
with acids, it’s falling
from the sky.
and who’ll drink it then?-
well the poor indigenous
that live far from the city
because they do not sell
bottled water to them yet.
this great technology
has yet to arrive
with its civilization
of weapons and wars
so advanced with its
computers.
but the poor don’t really
need more,
but for the rich to let
them work
without always bothering, without always harassing,
without always robbing, without so much theft.
because in the end, the poor
are left with nothing.
nothing is left for them.

i come, am coming, and i bring nothing
except for some dreams,
and a few sheets of paper with poems
that don’t say anything,
but rather unglue my poor soul.
around here, everything with calm
because nothing is happening.

just what is left over.
just what is left over.
that’s why i’m with the zapatistas.
from chicago,
i align with the indigenous
because in the end
my skin is just as brown.
with so much to say,
but without words to speak.
the sea is so deep
that i can’t stop dreaming
of another world
with more justice
and true freedom-
not any kind of junk
that they want to sell us
on tv.

i come, am coming, and i bring nothing
except for some dreams,
and a few sheets of paper with poems
that don’t say anything,
but rather unglue my poor soul.
around here, everything with calm
because nothing is happening.

i will stay with mine.
you will stay with yours,
and in the end, we’re left
all alone and isolated.
why not rather design
a world in which
both can live-
all of yours and mine.

i come, am coming, and i bring nothing
except for some dreams,
and a few sheets of paper with poems
that don’t say anything,
but rather unglue my poor soul.
around here, everything with calm
because nothing is happening.

english translation 11.20.15.

share your light, share your truth.

share your light, share your truth.

bring out some light, and shine it through.
we are the heart that melted through.
beware the ghosts that cut us through.
release control, and break on through.

for centuries now, we have crossed across
ancient paths
trying to find a way to make a home
from aztlan to tenochtitlan.

rivers are rising and
secrets eroding.
we were the light,
but then came the night.
we lost the chance
to find ourselves
in all this darkness
and the unknown.
we could’ve really had a moment,
but we gave it up.
just to be human,
we gave it up.

we’ll never be special like somebody,
so you can stop trying and pretending
to make songs like anybody,
to make music for everybody,
and just be yourself,
and just be yourself.

bring out some light, and shine it through.
we are the heart that melted through.
beware the ghosts that cut us through.
release control, and break on through.

numerology and big changes will come.
tax the poor, and they will succumb.
tax the rich, and they’ll cum
all over you,
even start a revolution,
and call themselves the people,
and then spin it on tv.
some folks think that’s crazy,
just conspiracy theories,
except that’s what’s really happening,
that’s what’s really happening,
that’s what’s really happening.

explain and make sense
out of all this nonsense,
and you can’t quite
come to terms with the absurd that
we are just a thought-
a word, kinetic energy,
and a verb.
we had dreams of being like birds,
and built machines to make life easy,
but everything came down crashing,
everything came down crashing.

bring out some light, and shine it through.
we are the heart that melted through.
beware the ghosts that cut us through.
release control, and break on through.

i would choose to fly high
like icarus,
but my wings would ignite
like a phoenix.
one day, we’ll all just return
to star dust,
but until then
share your light,
shed your light,
share your truth,
shed your truth.
free your mind if there’s time
and find a way to escape.

bring out some light, and shine it through.
we are the heart that melted through.
beware the ghosts that cut us through.
release control, and break on through.

04.12.14.

hearts collapsing.

hearts collapsing.

reach for your gods.
reach for your guns.
reach for your drugs.
well instead,
reach for your daughters,
your sons;
teach them to be stars-
brighter than the sun.

like empires crumbling
or stars colliding,
fall prey to the state,
but i’m not abiding.
and what is it really
the powers that be
are providing?
and if we’re all so free,
why are we constantly
deciding to allow for
power to reside,
be controlled
by a few?
i’m asking you. i’m asking you.
oh say, can you see?
that nothing is true?
in a world
where everyone lies
to themselves and each other.

and our feelings are worn
on our sleeves
when words are bonds to believe,
but these men in suits with guns,
they tend to deceive.
and well this is our one life to live-
YOLO.
beyond what our two eyes perceive,
the universe is constantly
transmitting messages for us to receive.
come on feet work with me.
travel beyond, let’s get moving,
start creating.
a new world
is possible.
the war is over,
if you… if you… if you
want it to.

we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.
we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.
we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.
we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.

contemptuous
and oblivious
to basic facts
and tenements
held true by the state
because
they lie…

surrounded by poverty,
i’m not supposed to say a thing,
just accept everything
without questioning anything,
just thank god almighty
that at least it ain’t me.

i’m surrounded by poverty,
and if i don’t like it,
i’ve been told before
that i should just leave.

i’m surrounded by poverty,
someone else’s property;
victims of sadistic puppetry,
draconian policy.
how you claim to be free,
delude yourself
you still live in a democracy.

i’m surrounded by poverty.
i’m surrounded by poverty.

we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.
we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.
we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.
we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.

01.24 – 02.12.14.

xupantlacayotl.

xupantlacayotl

(nahuatl for something that is created or born during the summer)

we are the sun that no one sees
except for all the clouds that set a shade,
so slide down,
        and let the past slip
               away.
there’s no point in holding it all in;
it only creates knots
that start to choke
        your thoughts,
and you start to feel like such a ghost
when all you have are your thoughts and all the words
that float inside your head
‘cause when you stop living,
and start wishing you were dead,
and that the whole world
        would just stop,
well that’s the time
not to forget
that you’ve got friends,
and someone somewhere cares
even if you are unaware
that someone somewhere cares.

we lay behind the sun that no one sees,
and after all the sun is just a star;
is just a star,
and stars go bang,
and stars go bang
into supernova.

and just ‘cause something ends,
doesn’t mean you give up.
it’s all just another chance to start it
all over again,
and jump into the deep end.
just close your eyes,
and hold your breath.
the pain doesn’t last.
it won’t always be so tough,
but it’s never easy,
just maybe easier
to get up each day,
to get up
each day,

and be ok
with who you are;
with who you’ve become.

you always tried so hard.

07.14 - 31.13.