2.10.2011
New Bio
Anthony Morales is a writer/educator from the Bronx who has appeared on HBO's Def Poetry and toured the US and Puerto Rico. He currently is a English facilitator at El Puente Academy for Peace and Justice in Brooklyn, NY. He has published three books, Story Avenue (2004), Chevere Cafre (2009), and Dice Queso (2010). Most recently, he was published in a Puerto Rican multimedia multigenre journal, enlaorilla.com. Look out for the digital wave in 2011 and beyond.
2.08.2011
Barrios Suave Rico
His purpose was not punctuality
Wore clothes three sizes too big
So they could be handed down
Dragged himself to class
Like the empty bookbag about to fall
Flat with an empty binder
Sancocho method of notetaking
Mezcla in mind
Wants everything he feels he is owed
In the future to drop from the sky
Tomorrow so that life could be easy
Without having to do work
School is just sucking
Away time I could be asleep
An even brighter idea to nod off
In the closet baba coming from
A mouth used for talking shit
As opposed to building nations
Borinken breaks its back
Everytime you get left behind
The flag flies a lil lower when you fail
Coquis stop cantando when you quit
When El Cantante sang Mi Gente
He really mean ustedes
Realize our liberty is tied
To your independent spirit
But when you feel hopeless
It is a creature of your own design
The patent is pending on you ending the pain
Your brain is your greatest natural resource
But intelligence is in short supply
Demand on dumbshit could overflow
The dow jones with shocking bondage
Chained to the corner claimed you were committed
But the ghetto’s grown on you
Like a street sign in the middle of your forehead
The sidewalk traces your steps
For guidance you growl at the gutter
Take every bit of hood wisdom uttered
To certify your authentic credentials are fitted
In the image of funnyhouse mirrors
With distorted reflections on your visions of perfection
Knowledge of self greatest weapon
Against self deception
When you are slipping
You are stuck on stupid
Your destiny gets destroyed
By decibels of ignorance screaming
I don’t give a fuck
The sky whispered
God bless
Good luck
Wore clothes three sizes too big
So they could be handed down
Dragged himself to class
Like the empty bookbag about to fall
Flat with an empty binder
Sancocho method of notetaking
Mezcla in mind
Wants everything he feels he is owed
In the future to drop from the sky
Tomorrow so that life could be easy
Without having to do work
School is just sucking
Away time I could be asleep
An even brighter idea to nod off
In the closet baba coming from
A mouth used for talking shit
As opposed to building nations
Borinken breaks its back
Everytime you get left behind
The flag flies a lil lower when you fail
Coquis stop cantando when you quit
When El Cantante sang Mi Gente
He really mean ustedes
Realize our liberty is tied
To your independent spirit
But when you feel hopeless
It is a creature of your own design
The patent is pending on you ending the pain
Your brain is your greatest natural resource
But intelligence is in short supply
Demand on dumbshit could overflow
The dow jones with shocking bondage
Chained to the corner claimed you were committed
But the ghetto’s grown on you
Like a street sign in the middle of your forehead
The sidewalk traces your steps
For guidance you growl at the gutter
Take every bit of hood wisdom uttered
To certify your authentic credentials are fitted
In the image of funnyhouse mirrors
With distorted reflections on your visions of perfection
Knowledge of self greatest weapon
Against self deception
When you are slipping
You are stuck on stupid
Your destiny gets destroyed
By decibels of ignorance screaming
I don’t give a fuck
The sky whispered
God bless
Good luck
Always be divine
Even though we mixing the messages
It will be constantly sent
No ignoring the radius
Of sonic airwaves
This is available whenever
Maybe the path where
You thought you wouldn’t be
Why is me
In the middle of this exodus
Seeking genesis to remember
This anger jealous of everything
We reject project the experiment
On avenues so grand
Wouldn’t you be a little shaky
With your mystery not meant for
The misery though it loves
Franchising and outsourcing the company
Running from fear
Turning towards respect and reverence
The evidence is the experience
An expert at showing the love
Waxing gross to display raw elements
No pretending in the temple
Which continues to throb
Shopping for inspiration
Reconnect with the roots
Be fruitful with your knowledge
Never cutting off your wisdom
Most definitely saying grace
Saving those blessings
To gain interest but never for just
The end means brand new beginning
Worthy to receive immaculate
Exclusive so please don’t touch the radio
To remind of the renaissance
When discipline determination
Began testing your patience
Waited for the sign
Been posted in front of face
Never late just in time for introduction
Seduction of spirit dancing salsa
To your struggle watusi chachacha hustle
Bugalu to your blues
Not meant to be confused speaking parables
If you hearing then listen
If you seeing look closer
Exposure naked without shame
Laying blame for burning bush
Hoping you would recognize
Times wanting savior
To shake cage rattle chains
Tossing devils in fire
Temptation never tires
The Diablo a liar
Every prayer makes the warrior
Move forward on the mission
No false religion
When God on speed dial
Feel the spirit in words
When you free style
It will be constantly sent
No ignoring the radius
Of sonic airwaves
This is available whenever
Maybe the path where
You thought you wouldn’t be
Why is me
In the middle of this exodus
Seeking genesis to remember
This anger jealous of everything
We reject project the experiment
On avenues so grand
Wouldn’t you be a little shaky
With your mystery not meant for
The misery though it loves
Franchising and outsourcing the company
Running from fear
Turning towards respect and reverence
The evidence is the experience
An expert at showing the love
Waxing gross to display raw elements
No pretending in the temple
Which continues to throb
Shopping for inspiration
Reconnect with the roots
Be fruitful with your knowledge
Never cutting off your wisdom
Most definitely saying grace
Saving those blessings
To gain interest but never for just
The end means brand new beginning
Worthy to receive immaculate
Exclusive so please don’t touch the radio
To remind of the renaissance
When discipline determination
Began testing your patience
Waited for the sign
Been posted in front of face
Never late just in time for introduction
Seduction of spirit dancing salsa
To your struggle watusi chachacha hustle
Bugalu to your blues
Not meant to be confused speaking parables
If you hearing then listen
If you seeing look closer
Exposure naked without shame
Laying blame for burning bush
Hoping you would recognize
Times wanting savior
To shake cage rattle chains
Tossing devils in fire
Temptation never tires
The Diablo a liar
Every prayer makes the warrior
Move forward on the mission
No false religion
When God on speed dial
Feel the spirit in words
When you free style
1.30.2011
1.25.2011
Salsa En Ingles
Reminds me of the fuzzy tape
My moms used to bump
On Saturday mornings
I’ll always love you by Tito Nieves
Los Beatles turning quick cucarachas
Misplaced montuno mistaken mambo
Timbales off time sidestepping off rhythm
Repertoire been expanded
To regular crossover pop
To be accepted for radio consumption
Conjunction with salsoul y bugalu
But much more sanitized
Revision by hipster critics reviews
To certify the new sensation
Worthy of a watusi to make its way
Out the hood colonial imperialists
Consuming culture quickly disposable
Never recycled through the mic
Heard many tragedies
Like the apathy over
Irresponsible ownership left
The boogie down machine in a vacant lot
Challenge to balance
Hunts Point Palace Latin Quarters Sidestreet
Competing with Wild Palm and Havana Central
Fundamental failure to appreciate Fania
When stations tuned to reggaeton
Darselo en una manera
That never makes you te ta quieta
Only scream wepa asi
This smooth jazz won’t be sponsored
By Don Q and Bacardi
Different poisons brings same death
Those same breaths make you choke on spit
Because the riff comes with short solos
Couldn’t dare witness destruction dolo
Share the agonizing marketing vision
To distance us from ourselves
More confined to the system
Sticks tapping terrorizing timbales
Few decades passed without
Superstars gigging through sazon circuit
About to scream Capicu on the way
To court balancing paz y justicia
On uneven scales peeking through blindfold
To see freedom in funky smoky room
Make sure you bump
Official Africa groove trikita trikitu
2nd Sunday in June
My moms used to bump
On Saturday mornings
I’ll always love you by Tito Nieves
Los Beatles turning quick cucarachas
Misplaced montuno mistaken mambo
Timbales off time sidestepping off rhythm
Repertoire been expanded
To regular crossover pop
To be accepted for radio consumption
Conjunction with salsoul y bugalu
But much more sanitized
Revision by hipster critics reviews
To certify the new sensation
Worthy of a watusi to make its way
Out the hood colonial imperialists
Consuming culture quickly disposable
Never recycled through the mic
Heard many tragedies
Like the apathy over
Irresponsible ownership left
The boogie down machine in a vacant lot
Challenge to balance
Hunts Point Palace Latin Quarters Sidestreet
Competing with Wild Palm and Havana Central
Fundamental failure to appreciate Fania
When stations tuned to reggaeton
Darselo en una manera
That never makes you te ta quieta
Only scream wepa asi
This smooth jazz won’t be sponsored
By Don Q and Bacardi
Different poisons brings same death
Those same breaths make you choke on spit
Because the riff comes with short solos
Couldn’t dare witness destruction dolo
Share the agonizing marketing vision
To distance us from ourselves
More confined to the system
Sticks tapping terrorizing timbales
Few decades passed without
Superstars gigging through sazon circuit
About to scream Capicu on the way
To court balancing paz y justicia
On uneven scales peeking through blindfold
To see freedom in funky smoky room
Make sure you bump
Official Africa groove trikita trikitu
2nd Sunday in June
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