the rebel bandit.
the turtle.
the raccoon.
all are simple images
for me to understand
what’s going on,
at least that’s
what i tell myself
so i can sleep
because the world
is so depressed,
and i’d like to
shatter schema’s
on how one’s learned
to view the world
cause all i want
is to love and live,
love life,
live love,
and be able to sail free
without having to hide
my identity,
or what it is
i’m thinking.
08.15.2005.
so i’ll judge
you too,
based on how
you look.
and well, based
upon your attire,
i’d say you’ve
always been a slave.
corporate whore
how did it feel
selling out
your soul.
08.15.2005.
your eyes are empty,
and look is vague.
you are nothing.
08.15.2005.
i am nothing too,
and
can’t wait to grow
up into it
under a banana
tree.
08.15.2005.
notion 118.
i’m not sure
why we try.
i don’t want to be
defeated by everyday,
so i’ll go out
into the dangers
of the world.
08.15.2005.
notion 119.
but i’m just me,
and you are you.
try and explain,
but we’ll end up
at the same point.
i am just me,
little, tiny,
frightened, and scared
of these humans.
i am just me,
and you are you.
i can’t explain.
08.15.2005.
notion 120.
when very young,
i went and got
lost.
now i can’t
get back
to how it was
more innocent,
and one could breathe.
08.15.2005.
notion 116.
i’m flying high.
hello, the birds.
i love the clouds.
everything sleeps,
but nothing seems
peaceful to me.
there is chaos.
children crying.
how far till home?
how much longer?
to disappear?
finally rest
my old tired bones,
and all the world
can go away.
i wouldn’t mind.
how much longer?
how far till home?
08.15.2005.
notion 117.
when i say home,
i’m thinking of
an imagined place
i haven’t been.
not there yet, cause
i do not know
where it is at.
i’ve only dreamt
there has to be
a place for me.
people like me,
no dirty looks.
people smiling
regardless of
how one may look.
08.15.2005.
notion 114.
and i don’t want to be
involved in politics
cause i don’t want a world
of activists,
but pigs exist amongst us,
and so how can we allow
empire america (e.u.a.)
to expand
its values so freely,
in particular
into latino america.
08.15.2005.
notion 115.
no se dejen.
no me dejo,
ni de pendejo
que el estado
explote
al pueblo
y a la gente.
08.15.2005.
notion 113.
once again
the prejudice
within the system
is quite evident.
i’m a humble
servant of the universe.
so why should i
have to dress
like all the classless,
middleclass
bourgeoisie pigs?
for what?
to avoid harassment?
you never know
who you’re fucking with,
got two degrees
off the state for free.
thank you for
educating me
to repudiate your system,
undermine and overthrow
all capitalist states.
08.15.2005.
notion 110.
will the children know
what it is they really want
when their forced to choose?
08.15.2005.
notion 111.
“oye, maria, los pedos pezan?”
odilon.
“no, pues son puro aire.”
maria.
“o, entonces, ya me cage.”
odilon.
08.15.2005.
notion 112.
how will we know
when we’ve gotten there,
and finally arrived?
08.15.2005.
my father tends to laugh at me
or look away, elsewhere,
when i speak of politics,
and use my hands to explain,
but where does he think
i get it from?
and i think he
might be proud
or feels some pride
when my uncles ask for me
to discuss politics and philosophy.
08.15.2005.
new
independent
alternative
rebellious
voices
will arise.
08.15.2005.
will we fuck them up
when we send them off to roam,
free to make choices?
08.15.2005.
bug man,
burroughs,
exterminator.
murder
of language.
metamorphis.
new slang
and schemas.
for the psyche’s
rebirth.
as new creatures
with new tongues
for the soul.
and awakenings
of the imagination.
08.13.2005.
it could all be so simple, lauryn hill,
and nezahualcooyotl loved flowers,
and basho had a banana tree,
but industrialization and neo-liberalism
created machines which transformed
living in cities to hi-tech breathing,
and what happened to
nature?
a concrete jungle for mechanical animals.
08.13.2005.
“babylonia,”
she said, and the
belly of the beast,
and the terrorist
attacks.
08.13.2005.
notion 103.
where is faith?
and why is it so hard
to believe
one truly believes?
in anything?
as eternal skeptics,
the eyes may squint to see,
especially those
who do not possess
eyes of three.
for faith
is quite illuminating
even the eternal abyss
of nothing.
08.13.2005.
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