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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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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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.
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politicking; people tricking.
politicking; people tricking.
you want so bad
to be so middle class,
and then what?
then what?
you’ll want so bad
to hold onto your wealth,
but then what?
then what?
you’ve been got;
now you and your descendents are trapped
forever
in this rat race,
now what?
and then what
do you say to the children
as they watch their youth
massacred and taken away?
‘cause some rich folks feign
interest in poor children’s education;
when their investment’s just
a tax write off,
so now what?
now what?
how do we respond
to the type of nation
that we have become.
we are not free.
we’re all slaves
in the games
that rich folks play
while politicking,
while people tricking,
while playing at kings,
while playing like kings
and dukes and bishops,
and we’re all just some serfs.
imagine the nerve.
imagine the nerve
that some folks got
to try to pull off the greatest hoax
that their positions of power
hold any legitimacy.
and you still want to be so middle class?
i guess you’re imagining
a better position
under your current state of slavery.
and i know exactly what it is you’re thinking,
“nobody owns me.”
but we can answer that
question quite simply
by looking at who it is you’re
wearing.
this is no democracy.
this is corporations acting
as philanthropists while
dictating what our reality
should be.
‘cause this has long ceased to be
the american dream.
we are not free.
we’re all slaves
in the games
that rich folks play
while politicking,
while people tricking,
while playing at kings,
while playing like kings,
and where i’m from
the kings are gang members,
so i guess, congress must be filled
with gangsters.
03.06.14.
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untitled.
untitled.
you’re not a real person
any longer,
but a mass produced marketing tool:
a synthetic social networker,
a plastic parasite with
paper doll parts.
damn, your ego
is so
fragile.
03.2014.
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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.
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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.
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Little Children (Dream of Stars).
Little Children (Dream of Stars)
They look at me like I’ve got answers,
But I bring choices
And not nirvana,
But paths at once diverging.
Some of us will meet again one day
As all roads do converge.
That’s why the ancients
Followed trails up towards the heavens.
They look at me like I’ve got answers,
And plead their case-
Why they deserve
To be delivered towards success.
Little children dream of stars
When they watch TV.
They have forgotten and
Were never taught to look up to the sky.
They want to be like those stars on TV,
Completely oblivious
That they will end up
Like the stars in the sky as shiny dust.
They look at me like I’ve got answers,
But I’ve got questions,
And I bring doubt,
But still we’ll venture out to see what we discover.
09.07.08
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Dance (We Used To).
Dance (We Used To)
Boogie down
In the basement,
In the rain,
On the beach,
Or in the club.
The ceremony disconnected
As aliens on islands
Search out bodies
To collide against.
But we used to dance
To the gods,
To the earth,
To the sun, and the moon.
We used to dance
When the priests weren’t looking
While master was asleep.
We used to dance
To worship
The forgotten ancients,
To escape our slavery
As our way of life
Went persecuted-
We used to dance.
Slam, mosh,
Rave,
Salsa, cumbia, bachata,
Tango, juke, and do-si-do.
Testify.
Get down.
Make love.
Meet God.
Face death.
You are simply a mortal,
So dance.
09.07.08
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