what it is folks just here trying to finish up a bunch of stuff. this might be the first time some of yall are here. welcome to my world. i try to update this as often as i can. here you can find my daily rantings and performances. i think this next week i'll be at princeton. from there just trying to finish up the masters. it is a little difficult to be a poet/student/teacher/actor. a man of many hats.
some new stuff....
Keep Going
Drought dries drown
Down dull dust
Windows filled with rust
Pain/blood/spill
Real/hard to trust
Broken bottom can bust
Any security seein sunrise
Rub light in eyes
Cries of colonial constipation
Rewindin clocks
Categorial consumption
Cranial contusion
Chronic confusion
We circulate in silly cycles
Cynical sinister each second
Look at who’s here
Who’s done forgotten
Those next to come
At some point in life
There is the run
From whatever
you don’t want to bother
tomorrow frustrated
follow sollow
too bitter to beg or borrow
swallow cowardice
dookey duty
crap courage
everyday wake up empty
pour glass of hard work in cup
sip sink into purpose
dig deeper beyond sucka surface
realize heart working
through hurting
love made you
you made love
YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN WORTHLESS
Wild with wicked limits
Kick it with spirits
Heavenly rhythmic
In sync with tradition
Position poverty
Dunk clap funk rap
Spit blues indigo
In the flo
Script rip quick flick lick tip
Slick click rift lift fix fix
Pick
Pigs get poison portion pie
Can find worms in bruised fruit
Apples of each other’s eyes
Apprehension relentin’
Few get message with furious intentions
Progression only natural
Hustled this way cuz I had to
No other option
One way street toward dead ends
Context craving/daily saving
Long way to learn
Long days to earn
Children of el sol burned
By righteous rays
Rhythm revised rigorous recognition
Ritual rites of passage
Full years pass quick
Drastic drowning depths of death
Hard to understand breadth of breath
Never know when last ones left
Watch where you step
Most secrets kept inside
Frozen rain against face
Makes you feel alive
Mothers still giving
Salami huevo sandwiches
Anguish heard in many languages
Down broken elevator shafts
Clanging cold radiators
Blown fuse blackout
Milk’s lukewarm
Meat brown
Melted butter in refrigator
Mean dead cat smell from incinerator
Phone disconnected
Call back later
Wonder why there’s so many
Haters in the city?
When the rich get filet mignon
Fried empty fulfillment
& we got pork fried pity
pittance 4 pleasure
one man’s trash
next man’s treasure
sometimes the sun is dull
like no2 pencils from 99c
store after a multiple choice test
what it’s about now
is holdin’ on
times is tougher
than 4day old chuletas
under that fritura light bulb
-morales, 2004
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