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Monthly Archives: March 2012

i am the earth

the blur that is, that was,

the feeling of a lifetime

has been crushed

and battered,

beaten and bruised.

being told you have to choose

win or loose,

to tie your own noose

no.

no.

no.

i will not,

CANNOT

be told that i am anything less or more

then the person who i was born to be!

i am the sky

i am the earth

for all it is

and for all it is worth!

i will show you

and you will learn

to breath free

to sleep easy

to live!

as you were meant

to be

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Guerrillero Heroico

Wild-eyes

Gleaming with

a Deadly pride

and with Unifying drive as his guide,

the Revolutionary seeks to find out why

these Capitalist octopuses Try

to exploit and buy

Innocent lives,

his Unimaginable motivation

and suicidal dedication

Is his own Enemies creation;

Latinos who can’t read

and pregnant woman who

Work until their fingers bleed,

It’s time for change!

Dictators, corruption, keeping us in chains!

exploitation and violence surrounds,

It’s time to get up off the ground!

Wasting our time fueling grinkos corporations

Brothers and sisters,

Pick up your gun!

Bullets and Blood calling his heart,

Hate is what makes The fire start

within his mind, Driving his advance

Action is the chance!

Brothers and Sisters!

can’t you see they must die?

Now Communists, Russians

with Ballistic missiles!

Defying the forces of inhumanity,

He’ll realize that He cannot Die;

deadly intelligence in his eye

Courage pulsing through his veins with every motion,

Proud, Stoic.

Admirable to sway emotion,

Determination as cannot be found!

Nothing will stand in his way,

traitors have a price to pay.

Animalistic, blood-thirsty hunger for

the heads of sadistic Leaders

who would betray their people

to blinding greed!

in His unstoppable onslaught he strives to lead

a people to victory but

Now they call me

Gruesome, ruthless,

However truthless

they may be, I am made

the Enemy;

When government is no longer ‘fair,’

Revolution

is in the Air,

and he will be there


Space

Let your mind wonder

as you begin to ponder

what we deem to be life.

Feel your body sink

as you begin to think,

the next logical step, death.

Feel your mind release

and you might feel at peace

free from the distractions of the world.

Now it may seem

as if you’re in a dream,

but reality will come rushing back.

Slap you dead in the face,

pull you down from space,

cause life can do that sometimes.


Sunlit Dinner

There is nothing better

than a sunlit dinner.

Follow with your eyes

as the sky

goes by

And take a sip

of your lemon drink.

As you stare off into space

let your mind erase,

let your soul escape

into a peaceful place.

There is nothing better

than a sunlit dinner.


Untitled

an eternity has

gone by

and

i

have died


Help

Save Me.

the walls are closing in.

Save Me.

from the demons that live within.

Save Me.

my mind begins to spin.

Save Me.

from this unfitting skin.

Save Me.

for they are whispering sin.

Save Me.

for my life is about to end.


Ocean

I Open my Eyes. The Sky is gray. Rain is wet against me. Wind Howls down empty streets. Hurricane.

I Open my Eyes. I see the World. Hear the distant Roar of the Ocean. Feel the rain. Smell the Sea. Taste Fear.

I Open my Eyes. Step into Liquid, cold. Cold. Cold like ice. Feel the Rain and Feel the Life racing through me.

I Open my Eyes. I See the World.


Life

And yes, you can make

all the excuses you want.

you can justify your

wrongs in any way that makes

your insecurities turn into

a feeling of power and well being.

You can dismiss the blatant truths

right in front of your eyes

in search of any reason to tell yourself

that this is not who

you really are.

But in the end,

you cannot hide from the truth.

You must come to face who you are,

who you have been,

what you have done.

In the end,

you cannot make any more

excuses.

You cannot cover up

any of your wrong doings.

You can no longer seek

to feed off the weak,

rather you must come to terms with

yourself and who you really are

as a person.


Wasted ~

Like a newborn opening its eyes for the very first time

It comes upon me that I have been living blind

Walking, talking, breathing, but not opening my eyes

To the beauty I’ve been missing should be a crime

Like many before me, I try to rewind

All the hours I’ve wasted, all the wonders I missed

Obviously I should have taken more risks

But reality comes harsh in the mornings; I can never go back in time.


A forest.

A forest.

Walking into a land of mystery,
You never know what you’ll find here.
It is a place where things go bump in the night.
A place where you stumble across contrasts.
A place that contains three phenomenons:
Water, fire, serenity.
What is this place you ask?

A forest.


Enemies

Out here in the sand

when you don’t know who’s the Enemy and who’s a friend

and it f**ks with your head,

It’s hard to tell

What you’re fighting for

By the fourth tour,

When you’ve seen the Enemy’s father ask

“Why have you Killed my son?”

then you come and you tell Me

Who won


nonchalant looks

the reading of books

and nonchalant looks

has got me up on edge

how do i let

my true colours flow

when i am nothing

but the universe

which is only everything i know

how can i make do

with the unjust

and bias based views

of powers that i know to be true.

i am blind

i am weak

i am a child of unknown beliefs


Words

They come

rushing forward

rolling off your tongue,

spitting through your lips.

as they fly

through the air,

you never realize

what damage they

will do.

They hit me

with a force

unimaginable

unfathomable

unreal.

like a spear stabbing

straight through my heart

i feel as if i

am dying.

physical abuse can

heal with time

but words

will nestle within

and haunt you forever.


save me

sitting in the dark

waiting for the sun

that will never come

dreams turn to sand

slipping through your hands

the wind wiping wildly

through your long and unkempt hair

naked as a baby

dressed and gone to war

please somebody save me

from the shadows

outside my door


War

pounding

sounding in the distance

the drumroll starts,

feel it Beckoning

to your heart.

Drums, Drums,

the Wolves of War

Blood and Iron, sword and

Thundering Roar,

Slaughter, hands

slick with Gore!

Moving to

the drumroll of War,

Glory, Death and Murder-joy,

Come now lad,

off my boy!

Kill, stab, burn, Destroy!

Off we go boys, to

answer War!

Drums, drums!

rolling in your Heart,

don’t you want to

do your Part?

The acrid smell of

Gunpowder wakes Demons

in your Heart!

The Flames climb high

and homesteads Burn

Grab a women,

Take a turn!

Brutalize, Rape, Hurt, Take!

Drums, Drums!

The Animal call!

Screaming, grieving,

Pulling us All

A Maelstrom of Devastation!

an ignorant people’s Manipulated

Frustration

Drums, Drums,

Booming, Dooming

Land and body,

Spirit and Mind,

and tender feelings

Stripped from inside;

Drumrolls of War

Spilling over the Hills,

But

it’s Humankind

who Kills


Monsters

“I am Afraid of Monsters,”

jeered the boy to his Father

clothed in skins

“Don’t be,” He replied

with a grin

as he tore the flesh from the bone

with his Teeth, and

Blood rolled down his Chin.

“There’s no such thing.”


Untitled

Nothin’s easy

when you’re

feelin’ queasy.

Nothin’s fun

when you’re

on the run.

people are scared

with you’re

blue hair.

you got you’re gun

and now it’s done.

Just pull the trigger

and watch it flash

before your eyes.

Give it a squeeze

and watch him

crumple to his knees.

It doesn’t matter

anymore.

When he’s

sinking to the floor.

Nothin’s hard

with you’re

own petard.

Everything’s fun

when you

got a gun.

They’re still scared

of your

red hair.

But the nightmare

is over

before it begun.


Ice Cream Man

Ain’t life free

for the ice cream man?

Ain’t life sweet

for the ice cream man?


yourself

confess yourself

undress yourself

to your bones

reveal your soul

to yourself

you need to know

who you are

before you can help

anyone else


Reach Inside

What’s the deal

with how you feel

For those who can’t see

below the knee

Finding something

which I’ve found

buried deep beneath the ground

So come alive

and don’t be dead

Find the notion

Within your head.


Finished?

I don’t know if I’m dumb

or just uninspired.

These poems used to

come to me.

Now they

Run from me.

Playing hooky.


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