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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.

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.

for the benefit of those who doubted that we would one day fly.

for the benefit of those who doubted that we would one day fly,
we have a song, for those whose eyes
could not quite see
the quiet of the sea.
for those who cannot hear
hues
in rainbows in raindrops
from morning dew,
we have a song for you.
a song of love of peace for you,
whenever you are ready to see and listen,
smell, taste, and
touch and feel
the magic of the memory of the ancients.

10.10.16.

¿history rotates forward?

¿history rotates forward?

we are myth and allegory.
our history bloody and gory
with tales of honor and glory,
but mostly a false narrative gets promoted,
pushed forward.
the rewards of plundering,
of raping, pillaging, and conquering-
to write down a story,
and then call it history,
and force the children of the conquered
to learn and memorize
the tales of their ancestors’ conquering.
to worship and idolize
the men responsible,
and then expect some gratitude for this education-
that’s some perverse shit.
what are you teaching?
to either fall in line? or constantly feel like at any moment,
this country could take away your freedom,
and throw you in prison
just for opposing injustice?
or talking and writing about it? or even worse,
just thinking about it?
why is authority so threatened
by those that organize the streets?

but there’s always two sides.
there’s always two sides.
the streets, they are filthy, unclean.
the people were lost, and the state brought order.
folks aren’t ready for freedom,
so some need prison or the fear of it
to keep them in line
and keep them productive.
repression becomes necessary when preventing chaos.
quit playing the victims of history.
it’s evolution and natural selection.
it’s the way the world works.
sorry my ancestors were such assholes,
and murdered all of yours.
we took you in. we took you in.
this country took your whole family in.
we gave you all a religion,
transformed the heathens into good christians.
the police needed to come,
and do what they did.
it had to be done to bring order.
unfortunately, some lives can’t matter.
some lives can’t matter
if we are to move forward as human beings.
it’s evolution and natural selection.
it’s evolution and natural selection.
sorry, no time to catch feelings or feel empathy.
no time to catch feelings or feel empathy.

todo el mundo tan ridículo y tan perverso.
en donde se termina y por donde empiezo.
soy hijo de mestizos entonces mestizo soy.
mira la lluvia. mira el agua correr. “todo cambia,”
mi amigo imaginario, que en paz descanse, ya bien lo decía,
“todo gira
y termina
como esta lírica
poética.”
estamos viviendo nuestras pesadillas
con mal gobiernos que quieren que vivamos de rodillas,
con mal gobiernos que quieren borrar a los mas pobres
hasta llegar a borrarnos a todos nosotros.
yo no me explico ¿porque tanta represión dentro de una democracia?
¿porque tanta hipocresía?
¿o somos libres o es pura mentira?
ya ni a quien creerle.
todo es puro show.
yo no quiero andar protestando toda mi vida.
yo quiero vivir mi vida.
pero si hay que marchar,
pues hay que luchar,
y vamos andar
como el comandante
siempre pa’ adelante,
siempre pa’ adelante,
siempre pa’ adelante.

06.29.16.

untitled.

untitled.

you just can’t know.
you just don’t know.
just don’t know
what we don’t say,
what we don’t tell.
we don’t talk.
we hold it in,
and hold it in
till we’re all just
a bunch of passive aggressions
and a bunch of resentments
that we don’t tell,
that you just don’t know.

07.01.16.

poor you poor me poor us. kill the poor, eat the poor.

poor you poor me poor us. kill the poor, eat the poor.

they’ve come straight to trap your children
they’ve come to put them into boxes
all in the name of national interest,
but when national means a corporation,
you better hide your daughters and your sons
before they get them assessed, labeled, and classified
all in the name of progress,
all in the name of modern society,
but what about civility,
or respect for children’s humanity.
i always wanted to be the most obedient one and whatever that meant.
only wanted to be the most helpful one.
only wanted to be loved and accepted.
only wanted to know that i belonged.
we’ve always wanted to just belong.
we’ve always wanted to just belong.
we’ve always wanted to just belong.
we’ve always wanted to just belong.

with all of these reforms,
and all these rich folks reforming, plotting,
we won’t be humans for much longer,
but assets, obstacles, or liabilities-
human capital when discussing the national gross.
man, that’s the most gross manner
to express oneself about a person
like we’re all just a bunch of numbers
here to service masters with our labor-
not capable of seeing through
or comprehending their behaviors
like we’re just waiting to break on through,
but it’s really up to nobody
except for me and you,
but it’s really up to everybody
especially you and me.
you and i.
u-n-i.
u-n-i-t-y.

today, Oaxaca burns.
yesterday, it was ayotzinapa and baltimore,
the indian ocean,
paris, orlando, western africa, chile, brazil, and the middle east.
tomorrow, it’ll be chicago,
and the rise of the robots reducing the masses
to a servant class
unless
we educate, but the state proclaims,
“fuck that! eradicate the teachers!”
wake up, wake up, wake up
till my fuckin’ head hurts.
i’m so fuckin’ woke,
but how do thoughts and words become action?

till songs and poems become manifestos.
till songs and poems become manifestos.
till songs and poems become manifestos.
till songs and poems become manifestos.

till songs and poems become manifestos.
till songs and poems become manifestos.
till songs and poems become manifestos.

06.22.16.

hear your voice.

hear your voice.

i hear your voice,
and i think you are calling me.
from a distance the shadows still stumble,
out in the streets,
they keep looking for lost lovers.

baby, baby,
i will hold you close.
baby, baby
these ancient ghosts won’t haunt us
any longer.
the farther we float from humanity
the freer we feel-
go figure. go figure-
the mathematics of a dream deferred,
and what happens to those
who stop believing that magic is real
and anything can happen.
i hate being the one
to have to tell
that one day you’ll have to grow up,
and act your age,
and act your age,
and act your age.
whatever that means.
whatever that means.

i hear your voice,
and i think you are calling me,
but i can’t make out what you’re saying,
and i hope it’s not too late.
just hold out till i reach you.

we live in a city that’s quickly forgetting
just who we were.
who’s walked the ground where you now stand,
and who came before-
those kinds of things matter
even if you can’t accept it,
even if it hurts to face it.
you’re going to have to
make peace with your past.
you can’t go on ignoring it.
i wish i could water it down,
help it hurt less,
but we all feel guilty for a reason
because we know
we could do so much better,
but just don’t.
is it just laziness
or something much more sinister?
because there’s so much we could be,
from potential to kinetic-
there is so much energy and love
in our hearts,
but we just don’t always act upon it.

i hear your voice,
and i think you are calling me,
talking about all the things
i’m always wondering myself
when conversing with the universe.

05.01.16.