databases (6x4x4).
the language
with which you speak
says quite a bit
about who you are,
and how the wires
have been programmed.
it’s confusing
when you talk fast
like ancient dreams.
recite new spells
to cast off your
incantations.
words thrown around
murderous tools
for our victims.
innocent fools
troubled by words;
possessed by them.
the language
of modern times,
a secret plot
to overthrow thought,
grow submissive,
shop, and consume.
09.29.08.
the monkey king,
he felt he was so clever,
and looked down at our
intelligence or lack of.
he ruined the feast
of the rulers of heaven
to which he’d not been invited.
the monkey king,
he’d prance around.
his lack of modesty
led him to constantly display his skills and talents,
but this annoyed the rulers of the heavens.
they called upon the buddha.
the monkey king
was captured,
held trapped inside the buddha’s hands.
the monkey king,
he felt he was so clever,
and looked up at the clouds
from in-between the buddha’s fingers.
what good was immortality then?
the monkey king
let centuries pass
until the rulers of the heavens called.
***
all of the while
the monkey king
was never missed.
they’d had enough
of his torments,
constant bragging;
free to just be,
finally were
much more happy.
***
the monkey king waited
not having made any friends.
there’s none to miss him.
09.08.08
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
07.2014
Y desde la selva laconda
Proclama Elias Contreras,
“El que tu no lo puedas
Imaginar,
No significa que no pueda
Existir.”
Y es que el entiende bien
La razon porque el hombre blanco y el mestizo
Tanto miedo le tienen
A que se termine
El calendario maya.
A que se le acaben los dias
De joder y robar al indigena.
Y llegara el día
Que el mestizo se de cuenta
En su reflejo que ella tambien
Es indigena.
Y el blanco entendera que sus amos
A ella tambien la han tratado
Toda su vida
Como indigena.
Y el ejercito continua creciendo
En Africa y en Asia.
Los indigenas se dan cuentan
Y despiertan
A la realidad que siempre han sido indigenas,
Y que los poderes imperialistas del mundo
Siempre los han mantenido
Bajo cierto control,
Controlando sus mercados
Y el valor del trabajo de sus cuidadanos,
Y todo mundo se da cuenta
Que todos somos o fuimos indigenas,
Que fuimos deslocalizados y relocalizados
Por todo el mundo,
Por toda la tierra.
“Yo tambien soy indigena,”
Proclaman todos los niños al despertar.
“Pero yo siempre he sido indigena
Desde hace antes de que fuera cool,”
Explica Elias.
05.02.10
Ask, “Why?” Not now but later,
After the fact when it won’t matter.
Nothing should be disclosed.
Keep secret all of your thoughts,
And decide by committee,
So as to avoid offending anybody.
Step in line and set your face to smile-
They’ll like you more that way my child.
Feel why the earth don’t grow
Anything organic anymore-
All of the soil has been saturated
With some corporate chemicals,
And we all know who is to blame,
But we shouldn’t be so eager to assign blame,
To start pointing fingers at anyone
Because nothing happens in isolation.
04.21.09
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
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
What the hell’s this tingling I’m having in my brain?
Is it conscious thought? What some call thinking?
Or is it just electronic neurons blindly firing? Blindly firing.
Well, I’m not really sure or feel secure in making a judgement,
Taking a stand, or claiming a position.
Can’t I just remain in the middle
Like Switzerland, be neutral.
Be a neutron without gang affiliation
Or nationalistic tendencies.
No one gets to choose my identity
Except for me. Except for me,
And all my past unconscious traumas,
Yet unresolved.
We’ve all got issues, some baggage,
But that’s no excuse to allow our governments to go on a rampage,
And drop bombs on civilians.
Gotta pay attention. Gotta pay attention.
Over complicated being human,
And now we’re all so disconnected,
And I’d just like to get back-
Back to when it wasn’t all such doom and dreary
Because all this darkness weighs heavy on the soul;
Makes the people weary.
The masses need some light;
Some celebration that isn’t so hollow and empty
To remind us of communion and community
Regardless of religion, race, or country.
Something, anything that isn’t hallmark or a god damn commercial,
But real, sincere, and honest
For a change.
Real, sincere, honest
For a change.
What the hell’s this tingling I’m having in my brain?
Is it conscious thought? What some call thinking?
Or is it just electronic neurons blindly firing? Blindly firing.
When I start to see
Beyond what stands there
Before you and me,
Between you and I,
And why is there so much space,
Or sometimes hardly enough.
How does one escape this place
Or do we just learn to bury it all and stuff?
What the hell’s this tingling I’m having in my brain?
Is it conscious thought? What some call thinking?
Or is it just electronic neurons blindly firing? Blindly firing.
08.06.14
Newest lyrics from song on Wednesday with Pepetorias.
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.
Lyrics from newest song with Pepetorias. Took me a while to type them up, but here they go. Hopefully track will be completed tonight, but just might to come up with a brand new one.
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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