(quién) soy yo (quién) yo soy.

(quien) soy yo (quien) yo soy.

esta es una conversación existencialista
que no todos podrán entender,
pero a los que si, ojala,
nos salgan alas pa’ aprender a volar.

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¿quién soy yo? pienso yo.

¿soy la luna o el sol?
¿una estrella o explorador?
¿la presa o el predador?
¿el esclavo o conquistador?
¿la rama de una flor
o este poquito de oxigeno
que ya se nos acabo?
como la arena pasa dentro de un reloj,
yo soy la historia que ya se olvido;
mas bien la que nunca se contó.

y esto de existir no lo es para todos.
¿quién so yo? piense yo.
¿seré el mar u otro granito de arena?
¿quién so yo? piense yo.
¿soy la sombra de un gigante
o la obscuridad que causa terror?

pienso yo, soy un poeta con palabras
contra el estado pa’ causarle terror.
soy el hijo de inmigrantes que nunca se asimilo.
soy una tortuga pero en la cuidad
ando con mascara como el mapache,
como los zapatistas en chiapas.
esta vida no es para siempre,
y hay que subir muchas montañas
para llegar al otro lado,
y encontrarse con si mismo
dentro de un gran vació.
encontrarse con la posibilidad que tal vez no haya nada,
y aceptar que merecemos amor y felicidad.

¿quién so yo? piense yo, y sonrió.
porque pienso yo que mejor no pienso tanto.

05.15.13.

untitled.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.