untitled.
this one’s for the parasites
living inside my brain.
all of those negative thoughts
that got me here enslaved.
all of those thoughts
that simply just won’t go away.
all of those thoughts
that make a hermit want a cave.
04.03.13.
poetry
san francisco.
san francisco.
you’re a lonely bird,
and i’m a lonely bird.
yo’ we’re all just such lonely birds,
so why don’t we all just flock together
(like birds of the same feather),
and withstand this weather.
let’s travel south and
then maybe west.
let’s go insane,
and give each other new names.
let’s baptize ourselves under flames,
and emerge from the ashes
as two phoenixes.
(let’s go crazy like joaquin phoenix is.)
‘cause you’re a lonely bird,
and i’m a lonely bird,
so why don’t we just flock together.
(baby, why don’t we just fuck together.)
sorry, but it’s hard
to stay so damn positive ,
trying to repel all this negative
energy some folks project,
but we try
to forgive not forget,
and to grow from what we learn;
get beyond our dark thoughts.
break on through like jim morrison
and william blake.
love at all costs and whatever it takes.
let’s fly south,
then out west;
maybe stop at san francisco.
it’s been so long since i’ve been.
03.13.13.
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entre sombras.
entre sombras.
i.
dejate cuento de todo lo precioso
que es el universo
detras de todo ese espacio.
y es que nosotros los humanos
mantenemos muy bien guardados
todos nuestros pecados y secretos;
deben ser olvidados y escondidos,
y es mejor decir que nunca nada ha pasado
a tener que confrontarlos.
ii.
soy la noche y el dia,
el mil y un de tonterias
que me invento al hablar,
sin motivo ni razón,
sin ninguna explicación.
02.27.13.
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right before the robots (nuclear take over).
right before the robots (nuclear take over).
yo, i just want to write a funny song,
not so much comical, but one
that’ll bring a smile to someone’s face;
a song to remind us life’s worthwhile.
and i’m not trying to stand on no
pedestal or some soapbox
because i completely understand we walk
on the shoulders of great humans.
and really, we are such a tiny speck
when we consider a human as an
individual.
because there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
just a tiny speck of dust;
grain of sand
passing through this vast universe,
but should i feel anymore
or any less insignificant
than an ant sliding through sand
like grains through the fingers of
my hand.
perhaps, i better sit and meditate
on that one, huh?
because it’s all about what works best for you.
catch your own wave.
find your own beat,
and jump in when you’re ready
on this universal ride/jam.
because it’s all about what works best for you.
catch your own wave.
find your own beat,
and jump in when you’re ready
on this universal ride/jam.
because there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
until we understand the earth is a
living organism,
not like you or me,
but alive.
02.20.13.
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the right questions of the right people.
the right questions of the right people.
in my name? in whose name
do we fly these drones?
and so because of 9-11,
none of us have a right to privacy?
well, i’m sorry,
because if we’re talking about bombed buildings,
then we need to ask
some iraqi and palestinian folks
how they’re feeling.
02.13.13.
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passive voice.
passive voice.
And as the whole universe went into a blur, so as to reflect the chaos that surrounds, some hearts are not meant to be held down by earthly concerns. Reality is an ambiguous and subjective concern. Some of us are still aching for a return to our innocence, whence we were still much more pure, or I guess, purer. And yet still some of us lack concern for the remnants of the ashes on the ground from when we were much more alive.
10.23.12.
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untitled.
untitled.
i’m the artist
james joyce made a portrait of.
i’m like nietzsche’s science-
all gay and shit.
the inquisition tortured my ancestors,
so how’d we all end up so catholic?
07.20.12.
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books.
books.
reading a good book, if successful,
makes me feel like i am
engaging in conversation with
men and women from the
past about the present with
hopes to inspire change for the future.
07.15.12.
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untitled.
untitled.
we are all unknowns
cursed to be anonymous,
or perhaps we’re blessed.
07.06.12.
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dada h!p5t3r ab5urd!5t 50ng.
dada h!p5t3r ab5urd!5t 50ng.
believe
i’m surrounded by ghosts.
addicted to phone apps,
a mexican hipster,
i make myself sick.
relief,
off the hook on the moon,
interplanetary and imaginary
are all of my friends
found asleep at the wheel.
the thief
came and took the country away.
his goons came in over night,
and walked out by morning away
with everything:
our freedom and democracy.
got us hooked on technology
too distracted
to notice that something is happening,
so we all just be like
l-o-l,
w-t-f.
awake
i became on the day
i learned to be critical
of everything politicians said.
thank you for that lesson dad.
retake
our native lands from government hands.
this time we won’t ask.
we’ll have to go and demand
and incite the truth to ignite
a flame
to illuminate roads yet to be taken
by children not yet awaken
before the corporation rakes them in and
transforms the child to a slave.
that child might’ve become einstein or jesus,
but now she’s just busy
watching TV,
and always logged in.
always so connected while remaining so disconnected,
infected by corporate fat cats,
constantly advertising,
and we’re all just like
l-o-l,
w-t-f.
07.06.12.
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