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affect change.

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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.

until we all are.

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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

s.t.o.p.

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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.

¿history rotates forward?

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¿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.

crumbling ivory towers.

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crumbling ivory towers (continents are just big islands).

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.

¿quien se acuerda? (who remembers?)

Frausto 5 Comments

¿quien se acuerda?

¿quien se acuerda cuando fuimos?
¿quien se acuerda lo que fuimos?
¿lo que somos?
¿seguiremos siendo?

como una ola del mar,
ó una piedra rolando
que en el camino se encuentra.
como una brisa del viento,
una caricia y un beso
del planeta y universo,
un instante y un momento
pues es lo mismo
si nuestro amor es eterno.

tu me quieres.
yo te quiero.
yo te amo.
tu me amas,
y como pájaros, los dos,
brotamos alas
para no enredarnos
entre las ramas
de nuestro jardín.

hasta convertirnos
en oxigeno para los dos
para sobrevivir,
para poder existir.

sin ti yo no quiero seguir.

tu me tienes.
yo te tengo,
y así vamos andar
como unas olas del mar
ó piedras rolando
que en el camino se encontraron.

¿quien se acuerda cuando fuimos?
¿quien se acuerda lo que fuimos?
cuando lo que somos,
seguiremos siendo
es lo único que importa.

y nuestra pequeña familia.

07.02.14.

who remembers?

who remembers when we were?
who remembers what we were?
what we are?
will continue being?

like a wave from the sea,
or a rolling stone
that on the journey is found.
like a breeze from the wind,
a caress and a kiss
from the planet and universe,
an instant and a moment
well it’s the same thing
if our love is eternal.

you want me.
i want you.
i love you.
you love me,
and like birds, both of us,
grow out wings
so as to no become entangled
amongst the vines
of our garden.

until we become
oxygen for both of us
to survive,
to be able to exist.

without you i don’t want to go on.

you have me.
i have you,
and that’s how we’ll go on
like waves from the sea
or rolling stones
that on the journey found each other.

who remembers when we were?
who remembers what we were?
when what we are,
will continue being
is the only thing that matters.

and our little family.

translated 07.15.14.