8.11.2013

back to school

Doce

Shorties are leaning
Barely dreaming

Just moving through the day
Waiting to get to the night

Facing all their frights
As the light grows dimmer

Eating breakfast as dinner
Never feeling a winner

Always called a sinner
Never a saint

Painted pictures are murals
Telling dead homies to rest in power

In final hours just burning sour
With extremely sweet wraps

Entrapped
Show me what you got
And I’ll let you go

Cherries glow under chinky eyes
Never focused on the prize

Promise never delivered
Returned to false hopes

Where bubbles disappear
In foul breeze

Seizing the spirit to pray
Take control of time

Make those moments work for you
Minimum stage
Maximum gain

How will you profit from your pain
Instead of syndicating your shame

Wanna talk to young G’s
Partners are posers
Lames who play same mind games

Nothing left but
To stay brown and grow old

Keep your crown shining
Be brilliant and bold

pause and

Affect

something actual past unrealistic

soul's inspiration will take you past current earth

wanting tomorrow's sky to take you away

leaving on that next plane

just because you played

doesn't mean that you made an impact on the game

bleary eyed but got no reason to be mad

tired haven't comprehended

difficult deadassness of sadness

made a mess of your stresss

never could rise to the standard of success

held back within a harness around your hatred

so impatient could barely wait to levitate

white concrete with chocolate soil underneath

un nino bueno

slowly building heat boiling releasing steam

captured on sweaty windows

put up a guard to find your god

please don't fall out the picture

all scriptures translated for holy gospel

nothing sounds impossible

unless you are out of view

progresando

Stay on task

continue to be proactive towards success

only one standing in your way

is your shadow

can't blame another for your stalled progress

consequence might be immediate or delayed

either way

you must face forward

never behind

2 lights left circling 24 hour deli

toasted sandwiches available

when belly growls

wind howls matches mean mug scowl

owls never close their eyes

white owl cigars make you addicted to more lies

sounding like truth

fast food delivered sloppily

opening  foggy eyes making blue skies seem cloudy

grey dulls sharp shoulders

jagged elbows becoming smooth joints

make up points to project emjambment

allusion to aversion feeling pain in person

still searching for purpose beneath surface

weight on world heavy burden on delicate back

we all have many theories

how many supported with actual facts

no no you relax

how when

no moments ever tranquil?

Always keep it moving

not even a second

to dream away day

peace mikey and corey, all pets go to heaven.

Light that shines special

for Mikey and Corey

can never forget you

thank you for letting me pet you

scratch that belly

behind ear below the fur

we all have constant itches

glitches in finite matrix

allowing for human contact

never domesticated

each moment was sacred

passionate solo if only just to dream

watch streetlights dance across

tomorrow's hopeful horizon

don't let the wind take away your ham

how thirsty are you for success

instant comfort mere humble mortal

blessed clock ticking away

from moment you emerge

make every word count

can you add up all the afterlifes

you wish you could regenerate

following tragic deaths

not a game

every day practice to refine

your simple skills

of breathing eating sleeping repeating

keeping company

bundle up snuggle to keep heart warm

safe spaces

that allow you to share

creative journey

a dot

pinch of dust

on a Planet Rock that can't stop

won't stop sun will continue grooving

moving towards love

around every corner

never worry

always walking beside

Mikey meow

Corey bark

in doggy kitty heaven

forever staying alive

7.13.2013

visiting andover 15 years later pt 2

…...these buns may very well be....
after AfLatAm 45th Reunion Weekend

blessings cloaked as controversial rejection
passing denial deaded with polite décor

mellow magic bedside manner so fidgety
you killed the mood even before possibility

let's broach bullshit approach nostalgia
with sense of getting family comfortable

presence requires greatness beyond sacred

what awaits after Great Lawn walking out
on song and dance same ol' shuck and jive

dig within archives to find ancient footage
timeless elevation

please crown me king
but don't call me brother
if you don't share my hustle

abstract art needs better frames
reference forgotten ideas fast

as smoke dances
under quiet streetlight tailgate

we fail to escape barbed wire gates
wrapped around memory lane

you have an obligation in perpetuity
preach community pride fluently

code switch at speed of claves clapping
behind your deeper conversations

adding action to jovial nonchalant rhetoric

give you imperative incentive
to respect my inherited Spanglish slanguage

visting andover 15 years later


Non sibi - “not for one's self”
FINIS ORIGINE PENDET - “the end depends on the beginning”

lawns are great if you own that much property
bequeathed on your behalf
ain't gonna get beheaded
because you could buy your way out of that jam
perpetual plans extend long past original epiphany
realize no one will give you a sympathy for failure
to follow through only fool left is you
standing in mirror under street spotlight
declaring you want to be the star of your own show
lack of sellout means you have stayed true to your story
sacrificed childhood so your future would be misunderstood
told you as many ways as possible
your life has to be the opposite
logic based off ghetto conflict
why do our people hate each other with such vigor
ancient history can be found in recent pictures
what purgatory exists in the miniscule middle
what are the riddles and reasons within your rhymes
back to revisit those good ol days
where your hunger was louder than whiteboys rock next door
when you could ask so much
comprehend absolutely nothing but just enough
acting so tuff to cover up issues at home
bubbling below surface could sense tension
when back from vacation any freedom is welcome
when off school plantation
who knew you be saving your father from being a vegetable
somewhere somehow there is truth in all those jive stories
made me look at my block Clason Point Gardens
between Lafayette Metcalf Noble and Story
beauty of barrio barred like barbed wires
telephone cable someone roofed old Forces
source of inspiration declaration wanting recognition
someone got to yell from benches in back park
WE ARE HERE been deep rooted like roses soft thorns
why do we bear burden of distant scorn
vagabonds who carry contraband in worn luggage beneath eyelids
so when we blink you can unlawfully search our curtains
releases shackles surroundings ankles wrists
brain stopped and frisked whipped into red velvet cake batter
one more ingredient in devil's apple pie
make sure your seasonings sazonrific
soul been solid
lyrics are liquid
molecules disappear to gas

6.11.2013

good night gorilla, good night moon


Anocheci enfermo
            Amaneci bueno…..

                                                                        -Jay Wright, “The 2nd Eye of the World”

watch the clock
run away without any sleep
during quiet twilight hours

should have taken sedative much earlier
to calm down caffeine

glad to make mother into grand generation
moves faster than you can stand

take steps deep breaths oxygen enough
to rock you to slumber comfortably
wonderfully

love the space given on divine clouds
connection to earth’s crust

truth is snoring loudly with eyes closed
slow motion slur

times passes so quickly all a blur
ponds and puddles never disturbed
try skipping rocks across wet surface

Jesus marched faithfully over deepest waters
you can barely take acid rain drops
stinging you on both temples

what images and memories
dreams and doubts dance around your mental

is it possible replace your escape
staying stuck within stubborn mindstate

don’t show up for your blessings too late
resurrection will give you a chance to elevate

Life will be better when you awake