we’re just trying to ride
the breath of the night,
the energy why
our dreams are divine.
and everything’s here;
everything’s here
inside of this moment.
if you could just hold it
then you would notice.
then you would notice
that everything’s here.
that everything’s here,
and all of the answers
will start to appear-
some of them not so clear,
but if you stop to listen
then you will hear,
and if you search
then you will find
that you’ve opened your third eye.i live on an island
inside of my mind,
and you are a bridge
to the rest of mankind.
the rest of mankind
can turn a blind eye,
but i’ll still keep looking
and hoping
that we’ll all unite.
become
one big nation
with no fucking borders;
no coloring inside the lines
and everything’s fine,
and everything’s fine.to search and to look
and go beyond,
and go under,
and break on through
until we see, until we feel
that color and sound are real,
and tangible
just like our dreams.our dreams are divine.
10.25.14
#greenjournal
journal
d1g1tal p03try: f1r5t 3x3rc153
//poem written using Swift programming language.
//this code is not meant for everyone.
//this poem is not meant for everyone.
var emerged = “born”
emerged = “an idea”
emerged = “like an idea born into this world.”
var first = “you are” + ” ” + emerged
var next = “you are guarded and protected”
//if you are fortunate to be loved,
//and or belong.
var chaosTheory = “into the world”
chaosTheory = chaosTheory + ” ” + “with closed eyes”
var imaginationAndCreation = “and open heart”
chaosTheory = chaosTheory + ” ” + imaginationAndCreation
var andThen = “until you are ready to be unleashed” + ” ” + chaosTheory + “.”
//but still some folks will not understand.
//true meaning is not always right before our eyes.
//takes longer to dig deep and unravel layers
//in world where everything is hidden in code.
var hopefully = “find and search and create joy.”
var beforeYouKnowIt = “and goes by too fast.”
var fadesAway = “take the time to listen to the lessons”
var untilDeath = “because life is short” + ” ” + beforeYouKnowIt + ” ” + fadesAway
var theEnd = “embedded in the universe’s code.”
//there is still time.
//it’s not too late.
//there is still time.
//there is still time. to learn. the codes. the words.
//there is still time.
//there is still hope.
var finalPoemString = first + “\n” + next + “\n” + andThen + “\n” + hopefully + “\n” + untilDeath + “\n” + theEnd
print(finalPoemString)
you are like an idea born into this world.
you are guarded and protected
until you are ready to be unleashed into the world with closed eyes and open heart.
find and search and create joy.
because life is short and goes by too fast. take the time to listen to the lessons
embedded in the universe’s code.
12.18.16
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affect change.
affect change.
affect change, positive effects,
cause all love is hopeful.
affect change, positive effects,
cause all love is hopeful.
affect change, positive effects,
cause all love is hopeful.
affect change, positive effects,
cause all love is hopeful.
i don’t want to
burden
anybody
with my troubles,
but my middle class ass
lives inside a bubble
that regularly gets burst
by the skin
that i walk in,
the languages
i speak-
the syntax i select.
financially, i can afford
to repair the bubble,
but psychologically,
the burden of being brown
is bearing down hard
on me,
and this is not
an attempt
to cast blame and guilt
on anyone,
but just how i’m feeling.
just how i’m feeling.
just how i’m feeling.
how can it be?
how can it be?
if we are so
fucking free?
if we are so
fucking free?
you must be
kidding me.
you must be
kidding me.
you must be
kidding me.
love is simple-
simple to love.
love is easy-
easy to love.
hate is hard-
brings one down.
love carries
one above,
but there’s
no trust,
no trust,
no justice,
no trust,
so we get caught,
and we get trapped
inside these webs
of lies and hate
that we can’t escape,
but we just want,
just to be free,
psychologically
and physically.
psychologically and physically.
no justice.
no peace.
how can it be?
how can it be?
if we are so
fucking free?
if we are so
fucking free?
you must be
kidding me.
you must be
kidding me.
you must be
kidding me.
some folks ain’t got no time.
no time for empathy,
i dig. i’m so sorry
the universe made
you this way
that you can’t recall
being a young small child
and having an open heart
and having an open heart
and having an open heart
before the world
tore you apart.
Spring 2016.
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s.t.o.p.
s.t.o.p.
stop-
the madness.
stop-
speaking in tongues with mindless folks
who engage in doublespeak and jargonese.
could the world just please
stop-
thinking
twice about thinking twice?
my how time flies
when you’re diving off the deep end.
could we gain some control? grab a hold?
i don’t think there’s ever been a time
when this world’s been at peace;
we’re just trying to get closer
without getting erased.
our species is so egotistical-
thinking we’ll be here forever,
like we can’t go like the dinosaurs.
what a bunch of dodos!
i don’t know
what else to say
when folks are still living day to day,
meal to meal.
how do we heal
all of the broken people?
stop-
trying to make sense
out of nonsense.
stop-
asking rhetorical questions.
you’ll end up trapped in your mind
in the world of what ifs and
hypotheticals.
just let it be,
and jump in where you fit in.
you are not your parents’ sins.
we are not our ancestors’ mistakes.
we are the survivors.
our DNA carries the strands
of a people that have prolonged
and survived, and survived, and survived,
but for how much longer
when “idiocracy”
starts to resemble reality.
10.19.16.
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same nights.
same nights.
we’re just trying to ride
the breath of the night;
the energy why
our dreams are divine,
and everything’s here.
everything’s here
inside of this moment,
and if you could just hold it,
then you would notice.
10.25.14.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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¿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.
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melt into one.
melt into one.
the days, the days,
they all melt into one.
the days, the days,
they all melt into one.
individual snowflakes and fingerprints,
no two are alike,
but are we really so different
when we remove the layers
of what we think we are
as we all stand naked on an island,
but i don’t want to live alone,
and i need human beings
‘cause solitary conversations and monologues
are just not healthy.
i don’t like interacting with the TV
or responding to a show,
and conversing with a host
that doesn’t even know i exist.
individual snowflakes and fingerprints,
then why do we all choose to
live like slaves
when wu-tang already taught us
to call each other gods?
but nietzsche boasts,
god is dead.
the days, the days,
they all melt into one.
the days, the days,
they all melt into one.
wake up, woke up.
it was all too hard.
return to sleep,
return to sheep,
and all the pain and secrets
that we keep.
wake up, woke up,
and it gets so hard
to just not give up,
to not become corrupt
or sacrifice ideals,
to keep it real,
to simply fucking feel.
in such a plastic fucking world,
how does one maintain whole
without feeling part of soul
slowly, sold out, away?
all of our dreams out on display
or put on lay away.
individual snowflakes and fingerprints,
but the modern world is a fatalistic
future for the majority (of us),
which are just
peons and clogs in this machinery.
the days, the days,
they all melt into one.
the days, the days,
they all melt into one.
and every single day,
we die the same way
for the things we do not say
from our feelings,
which bring us shame.
06.12.14.
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