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melt into one.

Frausto 23 Comments

melt into one.

the days, the days,
they all melt into one.
the days, the days,
they all melt into one.

individual snowflakes and fingerprints,
no two are alike,
but are we really so different
when we remove the layers
of what we think we are
as we all stand naked on an island,
but i don’t want to live alone,
and i need human beings
‘cause solitary conversations and monologues
are just not healthy.

i don’t like interacting with the TV
or responding to a show,
and conversing with a host
that doesn’t even know i exist.

individual snowflakes and fingerprints,
then why do we all choose to
live like slaves
when wu-tang already taught us
to call each other gods?
but nietzsche boasts,
god is dead.

the days, the days,
they all melt into one.
the days, the days,
they all melt into one.

wake up, woke up.
it was all too hard.
return to sleep,
return to sheep,
and all the pain and secrets
that we keep.

wake up, woke up,
and it gets so hard
to just not give up,
to not become corrupt
or sacrifice ideals,
to keep it real,
to simply fucking feel.
in such a plastic fucking world,
how does one maintain whole
without feeling part of soul
slowly, sold out, away?

all of our dreams out on display
or put on lay away.
individual snowflakes and fingerprints,
but the modern world is a fatalistic
future for the majority (of us),
which are just
peons and clogs in this machinery.

the days, the days,
they all melt into one.
the days, the days,
they all melt into one.

and every single day,
we die the same way
for the things we do not say
from our feelings,
which bring us shame.

06.12.14.

on the streets, it’s all static.

Frausto 15 Comments

on the streets, it’s all static.

one day i awoke,
and i saw myself
as i truly was,
and i sank into an abyss,
and i sank into an abyss,
and i sank into an abyss.

staring at the empty of my eyes,
ringing hollow like someone’s lies.
no, i won’t mention any names,
and i realized then
that anything i could say
would just sound lame,
that anything i could say
would just sound lame
‘cause we all stand upon a stage
to which we’re mere actors-
nonfactors.
how you figure when a kid
pulls a trigger?
give me some statistics.
on the streets, it’s all static.
on the streets, it’s all static.
on the streets, it’s all static.

it’s no wonder
that the kids are all confused
when there’s no direction,
which way to go to escape
poverty and all the other stigmas
associated with being poor.
so what’s more important
that we teach you?
to learn to compete for a job
in a market or globally with china?
to be a good student, a hard worker, and good employee?
but for whom and for what and to what end?
but for whom and for what and to what end?
till the job ends up killing you?
till the job ends up killing you?
till the job ends up killing you?
till the job ends up killing you?
because you are replaceable,
because you are replaceable,
because you are replaceable,
and yeah so am i.

’cause this is just the way it is;
the way things have always been,
but can we teach you to dream?
that a new world is possible
that we can fulfill and achieve
without always dividing?
that our reality
is one that we should be creating?
‘cause all shit’s one son,
so enjoy and have fun
for these are the last days of the empire,
for these are the last days of the empire,
for these are the last days of the empire,
for these are the last days of the empire,
for these are the last days of the empire,
for these are the last days of the empire.

04.09.14.

politicking; people tricking.

Frausto 13 Comments

politicking; people tricking.

you want so bad
to be so middle class,
and then what?
then what?
you’ll want so bad
to hold onto your wealth,
but then what?
then what?
you’ve been got;
now you and your descendents are trapped
forever
in this rat race,
now what?

and then what
do you say to the children
as they watch their youth
massacred and taken away?
‘cause some rich folks feign
interest in poor children’s education;
when their investment’s just
        a tax write off,
so now what?
now what?
how do we respond
to the type of nation
that we have become.

we are not free.
we’re all slaves
in the games
that rich folks play
while politicking,
while people tricking,
while playing at kings,
while playing like kings

and dukes and bishops,
and we’re all just some serfs.
imagine the nerve.
imagine the nerve
that some folks got
to try to pull off the greatest hoax
that their positions of power
hold any legitimacy.
and you still want to be so middle class?
i guess you’re imagining
a better position
under your current state of slavery.
and i know exactly what it is you’re thinking,
“nobody owns me.”
but we can answer that
        question quite simply
by looking at who it is you’re
wearing.
this is no democracy.
this is corporations acting
        as philanthropists while
        dictating what our reality
        should be.
‘cause this has long ceased to be
        the american dream.

we are not free.
we’re all slaves
in the games
that rich folks play
while politicking,
while people tricking,
while playing at kings,
while playing like kings,

and where i’m from
        the kings are gang members,
so i guess, congress must be filled
        with gangsters.

03.06.14.

hearts collapsing.

Frausto 19 Comments

hearts collapsing.

reach for your gods.
reach for your guns.
reach for your drugs.
well instead,
reach for your daughters,
your sons;
teach them to be stars-
brighter than the sun.

like empires crumbling
or stars colliding,
fall prey to the state,
but i’m not abiding.
and what is it really
the powers that be
are providing?
and if we’re all so free,
why are we constantly
deciding to allow for
power to reside,
be controlled
by a few?
i’m asking you. i’m asking you.
oh say, can you see?
that nothing is true?
in a world
where everyone lies
to themselves and each other.

and our feelings are worn
on our sleeves
when words are bonds to believe,
but these men in suits with guns,
they tend to deceive.
and well this is our one life to live-
YOLO.
beyond what our two eyes perceive,
the universe is constantly
transmitting messages for us to receive.
come on feet work with me.
travel beyond, let’s get moving,
start creating.
a new world
is possible.
the war is over,
if you… if you… if you
want it to.

we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.
we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.
we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.
we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.

contemptuous
and oblivious
to basic facts
and tenements
held true by the state
because
they lie…

surrounded by poverty,
i’m not supposed to say a thing,
just accept everything
without questioning anything,
just thank god almighty
that at least it ain’t me.

i’m surrounded by poverty,
and if i don’t like it,
i’ve been told before
that i should just leave.

i’m surrounded by poverty,
someone else’s property;
victims of sadistic puppetry,
draconian policy.
how you claim to be free,
delude yourself
you still live in a democracy.

i’m surrounded by poverty.
i’m surrounded by poverty.

we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.
we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.
we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.
we’re all just hearts- hearts collapsing.

01.24 – 02.12.14.

don’t want to be a rapper.

Frausto 18 Comments

don’t wanna be a rapper.

i’m a strange parable;
alien, descendent of allegory.
illegal contraband, inside my mother’s womb
when my parents crossed across
for me to go over these mental borders and hurdles.

“always running” past “the house on mango st.”
we are that “rose that grew from concrete.”
“holler if you hear me”-
“the pedagogy of the oppressed”;
“anarchist cookbook”;
and about a million and one manifestos and “fictions.”
“the teachings of don juan”;
and “thus spoke zarathustra”-
“the nausea of my metamorphosis.”
i am “the stranger.” i am “the stranger.”
“savage inequalities,” “savage detectives”-
“los de abajo,” and this is just
“life and death on the south side of chicago,”
and this is just
“life and death on the south side of chicago.”

yo, i don’t want to be a rapper like the ones on TV.
i want to be more like dickinson, well like emily,
have you go get my poetry from the library,
have you go get my poetry from the library.
‘cause i try so hard to just be ,
but i must admit it starts feeling so lonely.
‘cause i try so hard to just be ,
but i must admit it starts feeling so lonely.

read a book;
fuck a hook,
and be introspective.
i want to live
in a world
where people aren’t afraid to think.
fuck following a leader or the state.
this president has left us disappointed,
and most the populous- alienated and disenfranchised.
the manipulation of the working class poor
by segregating them,
imprisoning them
until finally silencing them,
and making them feel like aliens
on this planet. in this country,
there is no education,
simply indoctrination,
so pledge allegiance every morning,
and say your prayers in the evening;
and do it for god and country,
and not for liberty,
and not for democracy,
and especially not for the people
‘cause that would be so communist.
but i resist;
raise a fist,
and keep on fighting anyway.
‘cause i resist;
raise a fist,
and keep on fighting everyday.
‘cause i resist
raise a fist,
and keep on fighting anyway.
so i resist;
raise a fist,
and keep on fighting everyday.

06.19.13.

right before the robots (nuclear take over).

Frausto 6 Comments

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.

An Itch On the Mind.

Frausto 57 Comments

An Itch on the Mind

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

Crumbling Ivory Towers.

Frausto 14 Comments

Newest lyrics from song on Wednesday with Pepetorias.

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.

Untangling Trauma.

Frausto 25 Comments

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.

Untangling Trauma.

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.

Quien Se Acuerda?

Frausto 7 Comments

Here’s a song my friend, Pepetorias, and I created last week.

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

Listen to song here.