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
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poems
the night’s the same
at night is when i have
most of my battles
against myself,
against myself.‘cause what’s the point
of going to bed
if it’s still all going
to be fucked up
in the morning.maybe we should try to
change some things.
maybe we can start by
changing everything.10.25.14
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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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until we all are.
until we all are.
never felt represented by this government.
never felt represented by this government.
never felt represented by this government.
never felt represented by this government,
ever since i voted for ralph nader,
always felt like an outsider
looking in-
to a party to which i haven’t
been invited.
never felt a part of this
grand ole nation.
never felt like my interests
we’re taken seriously or even mattered.
does my life matter? to this fucking country?
where we’re all just pawns,
so i don’t fear no president.
no, i don’t fear no president,
but i fear for my children-
having to be confronted by such vile hate.
i fear for those who won’t have the strength
to resist, stand up, fight back.
i’m not saying i’m oppressed,
but i won’t be free until we all are.
until we all are, i won’t be free.
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free until we all are.
and the million masses of voices
will continue to haunt me.
humanity is a species like no other.
humanity is a species like all others,
and this can go bang, poof, that’s it-
we’re extinct- we don’t exist anymore.
our egos convince us
that we’ll be here forever,
but no one lives forever,
and our species doesn’t have to.
the planet doesn’t need us
to revolve/rotate.
it will continue to do so
with or without us
like it’s always done for millions of years
since before it was even a star
that went into supernova and created
a vacuum to amass its mass,
and now we’re all trapped by its gravity.
i wish we understood what it is to be free
without all the convoluted noise
gathered from years of living as clones and slaves
in a cave barely aware of shadows,
but i won’t be free until we all are.
until we all are, i won’t be free.
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free until we all are.
had such high hopes for change,
such high hopes for change.
had such high hopes for change,
such high hopes for change.
had such high hopes for change,
such high hopes for change,
but things stayed pretty much the same,
and we’re still not free,
but loves trumps hate,
so we’re going to make it out ok,
but we’re going to have to struggle
’cause love’s a struggle,
and i won’t be free until we all are.
until we all are, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free, i won’t be free,
i won’t be free until we all are.
¡haste la victoria!
¡si se puede!
all we need is love,
and all power to the people!
all we need is love,
and all power to the people!
all we need is love,
and all power to the people!
all we need is love,
and all power to the people!
11.12.16
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pepetorias & po’E.T.
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narcissus and selfish id.
narcissus.
reflected back-
a perfect moment.
you give a wink-
a smirk, a smile.
forgotten seconds-
hidden treasures.
a sinister look,
and you stare back.
reflected back;
that’s amore!
that’s a mirror.
10.01.08.
Drawing by A.F.
selfish id.
no man’s an island,
but wouldn’t it be nice to
shut the noise outside.
10.01.08.
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ciegos and rebelde II.
ciegos.
la raza humana
empieza ha deshacerse
mientras vamos hacia el cielo
buscando estrellas
que ya no encontramos
en las cuidades modernas.
09.30.08.
rebelde II.
cover your head from
overreacting. be
mindful of propaganda and going
under the influence of
neurological
inactivity programmed by the
state
to keep the masses in line,
according to plan.
09.30.08.
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9 poems for ernesto guevara.
9 poems for ernesto guevara.
power lies
portrait
che’s silent cry
quick exchange with high school student
shopping for the revolution
everyone wants to be revolting
understanding the left
apparent scars of bitterness
this world is not
UP!::urban po'E.Tree(s) 