A halo is a noose around me
Death, the start of thee
Grant me peace, grace to fall apart
fate, I grow undone
I know in your eyes ive won
Fear is a noose around you
Love tell me I am you
undone inside of suspended disbelief
A halo is a noose around me
Death, the start of thee
Grant me peace, grace to fall apart
fate, I grow undone
I know in your eyes ive won
Fear is a noose around you
Love tell me I am you
undone inside of suspended disbelief
The scarcity of conditions are limited to your reality of existing working orders
We must as a people act and connect
to displace the fallacies and imagine our worlds unlimiting
so let us start by filling the voids with love, with patience and perseverance
Worth is love in this time
It seems not to know its meaning (it’s intent)
The sands spill recording your thoughts which are all vain
Creating frustration for the thorns to grow and choke em out
Tattoo the scars of time
Paint your disgust
psyche of pain
hide your intent
hide your love
All is vain
Importance is love; in this generation
Seams unravel in its definition (it’s want)
Filter, split and build
Play back the skipping needles
Scar the tattoos Love;
show your truth
the pain of something real
which you love
Shattered specs of light fill my empty tomb
waiting for the darkness to fall
what shall you say
in the fear
in the corner
in the silence
Broken specs of silence fill the void
wanting to fall
what shall you see
in Love
in the corner
in the silence
now it is continuous
perfect
kneeling in the corner
holding its candle to the wind
in the silence
What madness drove us here?
Our insomnia is sleeping now
withered by our schizophrenic tendencies and our frail attempts to love
Grown
Organic
Wrecked, it has left scars that won’t ever heal
But they are mine
It is the only possession they cannot take away (the only ones I will ever take)
Let us recall the madness
Rememberance, shattered specs of light
funneled through tears
rest in it’s mirrored room
Let us sleep and sing poems at our wake
Sundered dusky tuber; radicels
Severed vein; bled dispositioning arid planes
But you are my beloved sister
Begetted by that ignorant bastard Onate, who raped our mother
Destitutes of unjust circumstance,
wallowing
Compass sown in our ravaged hearts with progenitor thread
They label us insurgents
Pray for our wounded sister
She is besieged
Confounded by parasites with dusted apertures and diamond crusted indexes,
sucking her dry
Now they call us rebels
Equipped with the truth, wanting justice!!!
Indigent paved streets
Deranged crimson mapped stuffed minds, riding on malnourished weary asses
Now call me an intrepid rebel
Ignorance tumbles in the night
Conjointly with those we call “los muertos”
Beasts roam our dimmed out streets, savaging the innocent and lost
Thieves linger with their wounded captured apteryxes (those you call whores)
Vengeance belongs to you precious kiwis
feathered ones whose chirps and sonatas have been muted
Your weeping eyes have condemned the wicked as they bath in your scarlet river
i will visit you in a dream
i’ll be the black bird lulling your sunken eyes to sleep;
i will call you in a sleep
i’ll be the black bird lifting your sunken ship when u wake,
i’m going to come home tomorrow when ur gone, im gonna leave the note on the porch just so the wind can blow it away,
you’ll never know how, when or why and we’ll both be left alone to cry
Magdalena said, she would lick my wounds if it was okay that she got raped when she was young; as long as I still loved her
I said, “woman you know I love you no matter what your daddy did and after all, it is none of my business But, I do own a gun you know!”
Magdalena said, “C’mon chulo, let’s go home make love underneath the moonlight and you can shoot my Pa if you want”
I said, “sshhh “He’s already dead; we will let him live and let his pain do the killing for us
” She asked, “who cut you? and was it a knife that did that slice”
I said, “woman you healed my wounds and I cut myself yesterday thinking you were going to leave me”
“and yes that is a cut made by a very sharp knife that i fashioned out of pain
you see I’ve learned my lessons
and now, well have to teach each other how to forgive”
Magdalena smiled and gave me a kiss that left me bleeding for more
If love and your touch is like this then let me die forever more
Ascend our sun; brilliant shining gaze; Into my little window
Rise and conduct our conspicuous symphony; chorus of that which seems intangible
Nourish our maíz, el pozole que nos da nuestro prudencia
Contestame con la lengua de mis padres; Lavame el vidrio
Inflame my dreams, feed my soul as I emaciate and rot in the shadows of this world
Illusions wither and reflect all of your colours into a stoical night when you fall