From Now Til' Eternity - Grass.Hopper

MULTI SYLLABIC EARTHQUAKE

Damn, how time flies when you meditate
Seek out the skies, who but we
Could concoct such a devious surprise
To elevate, destroy fallacies
Live out fantasies that just might end in my demise
Searching the heavens, cloudy thought seems to energize
With all this diggin’ might end up getting buried alive,
And even if I do, going right back to my peoples tribe
Living with words transformed into sacred scribes
Slowly begin unraveling modern day lies
Destroy false prophets claiming to be wise
Pause to organize many who don’t want to see
Or can’t can’t recognize
Put them up on game, watch dreams materialize
Reiterate the fact that we control our fate
My soul is out to eliminate the devils enterprise
From sundown to sunrise, ceremony
Chin check the beast every single day homey
To us something that seems so innate
Even when we under constant surveillance from the state
Still able to plot and concentrate like
I’m in this for life ain’t ever taking a break
Thought creates multi syllabic earthquakes
I serve the system coded strife and the hits connect
Married to the movement and with all due respect
Cant even imagine reparations my wife will collect
Always true and come correct, got me a life sentence
Every last sentence makes me a menace
Forgot the meaning of repentance
Vengeance be the fuel that revs our engines
Beware of me and them other angry injuns
Indigenous artist work with letters as weapons
Challenge us in this century and see what happens
What's cracken?
These rappins’ is showing me the trappings of
A life lived in the middle of stress and strap clapping
Snatch the knowledge from them who claim to be real
But just acting, void of all celluloid got real appeal
The good fight supply this misunderstood skill
Why I love the thrill, abstract since the get go, not run of the mill
So tight only in the grave will the brave get their fill
Savor my plight, the ignorant become bright
Through every strategic action our words become real
With that we be victorious in every last fight
Our faction see the light, enemy within sight
Go straight to the jugular, show the enemy our might
Aim for the kill, that’s what I define as free will
Methods of acquiring freedom are in my thoughts tonight
These be visions turned poems
That educate, always active
Refuse to be passive and chill.

Gut Spilling (for Babygirl)

this girl is really trippin' what she thinkin?
can't just be the Napa she's drinkin'
all these macktivist chumps got her stee straight smitten
now i have ta' write some deep shit in order for her to listen
here i go, whatohu mean to tell me i'm
outta luck? you must be kiddin'
see for all my word's worth best believe i'm no lame
you make it seem like every dude is out there pimpin
but look babyboo, i ain't got time for games
you got my attitude stricken,
we both heavy into the art of chillin'
ready to take part and willin'
to get into some intimate gut spilling
Babygirl i'm sick but you just be illin'
killing my animal instict, that can't be the solution
at this very instance
i'm an open book and offer no resistance
i'll be God damned if you drillin my persistance
i'm persuing, remaining focused and consistent
constant evolution
refuse to be this close and yet so distant
hustling to make us tighter
cuz this plutonic shit is like
having a bomb blunt and no fucken lighter
an artistic style that i constantly admire
can't front can't call me a liar
on some lizard king shit lusting with desire
you burning up my fire, know what i want
even if i lose, i wanna know
that i went down like a world class fighter
its on you if you think im a player spitting game,
i'mma do me say a prayer, and know
that through my actions
you ain't ever gonna forget this poets name.

Aching to be free

I play the role of a revolutionary
this desicion to me not at all scary
don't know if i'll ever meet my halle berry
in it for life son, not temporary
imma be in it till i'm dead and buried
and even in my death the movement i will carry
scaring the system from the cemetary
man i do me like i'm aching to be free
far from a saint, muthafucka keep it gee
gutter like the streets, murdering the beats
my comrades would agree, that my swag got stee
tapping into networks like i was facebook
moving mad masses we got the whole state shookthis the kinda history not found in your school books
took the masters tools now we making all the beef cook
slowly stirring stew, politicians take a close look
whose really the pawn and who's really the rook
on a mission to get back all the shit that they took
and best believe my boy that we chargin interest
pocket checkin bishops and kings, maken'em undress
and it would be in your best interest
not to mess with the people suffering from economic distress
find me a cop press his face against a wall
steady solving problems no matter big or small
united we conquer, divided we shall fall
solidairty my gee, that's how we'll take it all
aint no provacotour gonna make me stall
shout out to my people that be out liberating
you know you doing good if the enemy be hating
the hood thanks them who put in work not just parading
the hood gone murk them who be degrading
yes i stay high, my conscoius elevating
deep in enemy lines and we keep penetrading
we gone win this war in that there's no debating
so it'sin the afterlife that my soul is celebrating

Bet'

in the hood a great philosopher grew
few knew the secrets he hid
was able to prosper throuh
tight verbal experiments, the type
that constantly blew the lid off the cranial kettle
made everything so vivid, well known
always refused to settle
visualized sun, rain and created heavy metal
had a thought process that reinforced
radical method to get at the source
thunderous projectiles always on course
maintained sick rhyme like the main drug pettled
"my palabra is clean perspective from the ghetto"
spit every line mean, objective
always down like, que onda, que pedo?
culture got tooken a wuebo
ancestria orgullosa plasmada en mis huesos
i'll be god damned if you don't find me
kicking it with the necios
life seems like a constant test yo,
i see average y siempre le doy recio
cada decicion en esta vida tiene su precio
to acheive this lifes' riches, bare witness
i envision serious business
deadly lowkey missions
cooking up a scheme deep in hell's kitchen
living a dream till my body no longer twitches
living through an unspoken cosmic religion
skin carries several stitches
one of the many out to help heal the sickness
philosopher observe take action and speak word
fine is the art of striking a nerve
heavyweight sentence
in this life only know to end dependence
i roll with those out to chin check and serve
not reform but straight destroy prisons
freedom fighting menace
philosopher well aware of class struggle
and sweet vengance
perform constant mic sessions on life lessons
forfit my first impression
deep thought is not a new invention
but intelligent philosopher don't say much
hold to much respect for delicate profession
don't know a run on from a predicate
still i'm keeping on with certain class and hood etiquette
and that's till the day of my procession
for real homey you can bet on it.

Biting into my metaphoric lemon cake.

I think of her at random times
like at this very instance
beautiful redundancy
of all who have entered
come and gone
she will be the one to always stand out
i love her like i love letters
sometimes i dwell in cliche emotions
as all poets ocassionally do
but at all times i remember that i do have
my better half, literature personafied
the book that i can't seem to finish
the elusive poem that refuses to be
written down.
the voice that one day recited
verses and stanzas to me in a rose garden
the one who turns me on by merely picking up a pen
or smoking a cigarette,
the only critic that matters
the only bridge i refuse to burn
my equal, i am her poet
we are selfish
distance helps me romanticize
but that's something between she and i
i miss her at random times, like right now
and i make her real by writing a poem with no rhyme
all heart, no pauses, no edits and she is there
and i'm good,
and then all of those who've entered
come and gone no longer matter.

The Ballad of Don Alejo Garza Tamez

Don Alejo was a good man, strong and brave
Sicarios came to his ranch
tried to make him a slave
with his inventory of rifles at hand
Don Alejo began dumping and
4 of those sicarios found their grave
at 77 the old man refused to be a part
of the Mexican drug trade,
grenades began blastin, semi auto's sprayed
Don Alejo stood his ground at 4a.m.
his day was made, screaming here I am
every window shattered,
Don Alejo familiar with the games sicarios played
left the narcos bruised and battered
the hunter became the prey
and the prey was soon slayed
the military came too late as is always the case
didnt even bother to give the bad guys chase
as fate would have it, embracing his destiny
Don Alejo was firing at deaths pace
the 14th of November was when he finished life's race
he went out defending the land he worked
and before giving it up to drug lords
he'd much rather get murked
in 24 hours your land is ours
be ready to surrender your land to higher powers
Don Alejo took a deep breath,
He said, i'll be waiting here
and together we'll all meet death
i'll be damned if you use this land to cook up meth
the smell of gun powder was fresh in the air
in his ranch the military found Don Alejo
with guns by his side dead on the floor
but outside the injured were 2 and the dead were 4
had he been younger, tal ves he'd have taken out more
in the town of Allende in the state of Nuevo Leon
comes the birth of this song,
The Ballad of Don Alejo Garza Tamez, to you
we say so long,
died in a hail of bullets
defending his land in the face of wrong

"OLDIES"

hey there lonely girl, i wanna know your name
you really got a hold on me but i have to tell it like it is
you're the best thing that ever happened to me but
i think you got your fools mixed up my sweet dear miss
was a natural high and would always remind me that
i'm still a young man every time i'd walk on by
my distant lover had me thinking i was the duke of earl
for me she was the only one in the whole wide world
i ain't to proud to beg, i do love you
and would do anything to be her boo
shoot'em up bang bang, cowboys to girls always be true
but you beat me to the punch and now im wondering,
"could it be i'm falling in love?" '
i have no clue, somebody please
but cutie pie, i'll be around just don't break your promise
no soy de ti, i have have the tears of a clown
still i want to make it with you
daddy's home and you're my angel baby
for too long i've been sitting in the park
till after dark, Didn't i blow your mind?
how can you mend a broke heart?
my spirit is beat, tired of finding love on a two way street
it's a thin line between love and hate
so try me coz i'm never gonna give you up
earth angel, i know it's going to take a miracle
in the still of night i think of us together
and realize i only have eyes for you
i want to get next to you
why do fools fall in love? don't know but
i want to be your man, what i do
is for the love of you, not a sideshow
silly of me to think we could be between the sheets
i'm so tired of being alone and all i want
is love and happiness, let me be your angel
look what you've done for me, i love you for all seasons
i'm just looking for some kind of sign girl
i'm giving you reasons so why won't you take a chance on me?
darling baby, i'm the one who really loves you,
hey love, as i sit here, oh how it hurts
i sleepwalk wishing on a star, hear the bells
i want you back, but imma smile now and cry later
truth is i'm your puppet and you got me hypnotized
i'm confessing a feelin, baby i'm for real
it can't just be my imagination telling me you're forever mine
at last, i'm the one who really knows
i'm no genius of love and i don't wear a diamond ring
but oh honey, if you should lose me
you'll lose a good thing

Love poem for a chilly evening.

i could drowned you with beautiful words
overwhelm you with honesty
and saturate you with compliments
but i won't
i will be humble but confident
and i'll tell you this,
you make me smile.

At the edge.

At the edge of manifest destiny
And determined to do well
While we wonder in amazement
Sunset and sand
On the road
Admiring the formation of bird flocks
Sequenced in flight, even as the wind blows
The fury of waves as rocks stand solid
The enormity that is ocean set to a back drop
Spiritual seekers surrounded by cloudy thought
On a path to humble higher consciousness
Expose the ego, submit to the collective
Speak sacred spells as time stands still
We are here merely to do creators will
And we will
On a path towards our collective past
For the sake of all our relations
And those who’ve yet to be born
We are strangers turned comrades
Now kin
And on this road we seek ancient spirit within
Staring off into the sun
And the heat of the sun heals the soul
And waves crashing remind us of our stature
And the sun setting remind us of our humanity
And here we stand. Hopeful that we will heal
And we will

Out to make you smile.

home skillet i'm finda open up my mouth and kill it
this is for nobody but you so i sincerely hope you feel it
desde la primera vez que te vi
quize regresar aqui, donde mero mori
me encanta la manera en que tu me miras a mi
you nothing like a redundant broad
broke through the mask, dismantled my facade
know that you're a blessing so i gotta thank God
let me tell you first that as a man, i'm flawed
worst thing i could do is tell you that i'm not
can't lie to you because i've shown you what i got
ghetto book worm and i'm an open book
got me with one sweet smile and one soft look
with that and one palabra was all it really took
eres terremoto, how you got me shook
and you snatched up my attention
as if you were a crook
now all that's left to do is to loop the beat
close my eyes and spit the fucking hook

(HOOK)
walked into my life / and you came with honesty
now i'm really diggin' what it is you do to me
and now that i'm here / hope to stay for a while
coz I’m that dude that’s out to make you smile

desde nuestro primer encuentro, no miento
he regresado a mi centro,
all of a sudden i'm remembering what's essential
damn near forgot with all the fake feelings
i been through, i been grew
growth is the new shit i'm into
that being said, boo,
i'm glad that i'm witchu
just as hood as me,
yes i keeps it that simple
charmed like a muahfucka by you and them dimples
haber que encontramos en estos nuevos cuentos
seducido por tus labios de rubi,
words can't fully explain what it is you do
beauties like yourself tend to set my soul free
being from the hood girl you know i keep it gee
en mis ojos eres the sweetest memory
all i can hope for is you don't forget me
can't no one decipher my words quite like you
and its that fact that helps my dreams stay true
because from where i'm at i got a clean view
you're more like a dream
that didn't flake and came through
so for being by my side,
this is more than a spit
it's my humble thank you

(HOOK) 2X
walked into my life / and you came with honesty
now i'm really diggin' what it is you do to me
and now that i'm here / hope to stay for a while
coz I’m that dude that’s out to make you smile….

The Message.

is freedom what i'm gettin' or freedom that i'm robbin?
don't test the knowledge i have hidden in my noggen'
invest in answers, don't see any problems,
trues out all day ready to steady solve’em
the movement growing and every day evolvin'
going to the top got tired of the bottom
challenging masters, cutting off our cancer
whatever it takes to stop’em
they ain’t nothing homey, they scared,
we got them sucker chumps
they aint but bumps on the road
when we explode we that much closer
to polishing our mode, on point and proper
got a skill to plant chills in poseurs
deep hatred for infiltrators, provocateurs, coppers
solidarity sacred, united
russian cocktail been ignited
metaphoric missiles pointed at ghetto choppers
moving forward can’t no one stop us
everyone invited, props to us
this type of education should be popular
dissected, molecular,
and made into medication
results can be monsterous
to the system disastrous, look at us
broke free, didn’t count on the last of us
focused strongly, collectively angry
and they wonder why we gangsterous
just for the record, remember this
there’s lot’s of us with collective memory
and it’s there where we refuel our energy
had to have known that they’d eventually
remember us. Can’t no longer censor us
can’t give a fake message and baffle us
we on our game, under estimated the strength of da brain
now we all up in this piece
and we out to do our thang

For a Poet.

she is not a poetess,
she is a poet
she demands respect
as do all poets,
she is a poet
respect her as such.

The Kitchen.

Monday morning
they enter,
eat,
leave
classes intermingle
vendors place orders
-Aprons
different radio stations
simultaneously blast
the day has begun
around the kitchen
belts are sold
caps, shirts, c.d.'s
other cocinas
-Fresh agua de melon
delivery boys
working class clientele
working class operation
paisitas and compas new to the city
empty tour bus
fancy cars
dirty busses.

florycanto

my literary muse was sitting beside me
and we were listening to elder chicano poets
she was attentive
and was very critical
one of the panelists said something
about poets now a day focusing too much on
"I"
and we thought he was crazy
we saw ourselves in twenty years
the radical, the academic
the ever present ivory tower
the poets spoke of one Brown Buffalo
being followed by CIA agents
and having an after party at Buff's pad
over in the east side
i imagined a room full of young poets
drinking and smoking
inspiring one another
and then my muse pulled out a pen
and on the florycanto event program
she began writing
i looked over enough to see that she WAS writing
i am most attracted to my muse
when she puts words on paper
but i didnt look enough to see what she was writing
that's an intimate moment that i respect
one chicano poet was the veterano of the bunch
a second was an academic that loved to hear himself speak
his wife was a poet as were his children
a third poet had presence
we didnt stick around long enough for the last poet
the academic read five poems too many
but the best poet was on black and white celuloid
a mystery mujer from a 1979 recital
she had a nice stack of stanzas in her hand
her words were the most visual
a true poet
she reminded me of my muse
it was the 200th birthday of our motherland
we went back to the pad, in the kitchen we spoke of words
in another there was music
we smoked cigarettes and drank beer
we danced, i showed her the bands lyrics
she loves letters as much as i do
by nights end we were all drunk
and then i got the privlige of having her steal
one of my books, a book on Ricardo Flores Magon
my muse knows little shame
letters and words are of more importance
than any other woman that may enter my life
she is my literary muse for a reason
and with that our night came to an end

FROM NOW TO ETERNITY

... why should i silence my defiance
compliance with the state?
my brilliant future can't wait
strategic steps like a science
i integrate that sacred guidance
all up in the beasts' face, vigilant, it's fate
revolution filled acts ocassionally lead to violence
still we won't break
FUCK every single one of them oppressive tyrants!
stand solid in determination
been patient, now we're up in the system
striking like a hidden virus
focused on this war, we kamikaze pilots
kluckin' freedom like these here spiritual riots
ain't no stoppin this momentum
our intention is simple comprehention
no pention fund to guide us
our seeds are priceless
through our liberation
we breakin' all your lies and vices
we bout to see who's really the wisest
step up, we ready
every last one of our nerves steady
see, these words are more than metaphors and verbs
we aching to break out the confetti
you've yet to feel the wrath of our current crisis
ya get me? and if you don't:
tough shit, ya still gotta respect me.
tried gaining ours respectfully
we did our nicest
apparently that method wasnt it
so here i iz, no longer ignant
homey i know the bizz, no need to creep
imma put my peep up on how to own a crib
stick to comrades stay sucka free
that's the only way we know how to be
my loud mouth can't afford to tell a fib
high grade freedom in my cup,
whose downt to take a swig?
new age swag haunt every provacatour
shake every single pig
deep intellect stee like we once were
make'em nervous for they wig
straight from S.C.
why i keep it gee
big homey, pretty elemental, ya dig?
that's how i do battle
from now to eternity

The Fool Mirror

I’ll fail and go down in flames
with more style than most who’ll ever succeed
It’s agreed that I would feed my human appetite
and despite a slight bright potential
For grasping the meticulous…
I failed to see the elemental
I failed to see the elemental
I failed to see the elemental
I failed to see the elemental
I’m rendered incompetent
but I’m at peace and quite content
I know quite well when everything went… to shit
I cause tears, I bring out hidden fears
on top of that, yo
I’m addicted to beers
And for years and years and years and years
And years and years and years
No one dares come near
But,
I’ve outgrown being this alone,
I want to live in the visions that I’ve been shown
I’ve outgrown being this alone,
I want to live in the visions that I’ve been shown
I’ve outgrown being this alone,
I want to live in the visions that I’ve been shown

A failure with over excessive spirit, soul
Talent that can make a sane person whole
Up in a huge flame, and no one will remember my name
A relic of excess,
Unless I can convince myself
A happy content oblivious fucked up mess
That I can overcome,
That I can overcome,
that I can overcome better than the best yes,
that I can overcome better than the best yes,
that I can overcome better than the rest yes,
that I can overcome better than the rest yes,
I’ve outgrown being this alone,
I want to live in the visions that I’ve been shown
I’ve outgrown being this alone,
I want to live in the visions that I’ve been shown
I’ve outgrown being this alone,
I want to live in the visions that I’ve been shown
I’ve outgrown being this alone,
I want to live in the visions that I’ve been shown….

LA REINA REGRESA A EL CENTRO DE LOS ANGELES

***LA REINA PARTY MOVED DOWN THE STREET TO THE 5 STAR BAR!! TELL YOUR PEEPS!! DON'T MISS OUT!!***



"STOP REQUESTED"

she's my city and i love her madly like
only a rare few can, understand
she has seen my ups and my downs
and she is royalty,
she keeps me sane and her streets
share stories that tell a tale
of mass movement, motivated bodies
travel, so many that
i will never meet a majority
but still i thrive in the city
turned metropolis, gone megalopolis
that has nurtured me since childhood
where my feet have walked down
sad sunrises, silent sunsets
silent like early morning or late night bus rides
that let me know we still
have a means to go
but hopeful like
the stranger that walks into
the bus with a smile and a conversation
and breaks alienated silence
with working class conversation
this is my queen and i defend her
to me she is one big bus ride
like so many others on the front lines
we work towards a better future
i am on the bus
and i don't mind breaking the silence
she's my city, and i love roaming her
streets she's my one true love
and this love is not always pretty
but i find myself finding new adventures
and i fall in love all over again
i dig for the smoothest
most elegant structure of words
to describe a distant yet congested
thought and i find myself thinking
" organic intellectual,
over rated academic
and i am somewhere in between"
from bus stop to bus stop i go into you
and head to your glamor only to always
catch the bus back to my reality
we are co-dependent and incurable
and just like the tired souls
the student, the worker, the wanderer,
the migrant, the hustler
off to work, coming from or in the middle of
my queen, we meditate at the sight of life
i see in you my grandparents
Los Angeles
a migrant story
new old home
unorthodox activism, practice over theory
constant revolution
mad love, ocassionally
some fall asleep on the bus ride and miss their stop
worn out from routine
but this pespective is privlige
i wake that person up and say,
"hey buddy, we about to reach the end of the line,
hope you havent missed you're stop"
but more often than not
it's me that's being woken up
taking a courtesy ride back to my intended stop
life continues,
working class, not intended for all
very little glamor
and i love it, my queen I Love it..

Distant Star

sometime she give me nervous twitches
more than just your average pretty misses
she like slightly outta sight
can't no one burn a sun this bright
she closer to a cosmic princess
when i recite verse,
she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath
and how i love it when she listens
i'm locked in her eyes and her eyes become my prison
she's a shining star and i'm hopelessly wishin'
yes, she said making her mine
and getting at her would be a mission
but when you're devoted what's time?
seen this scenario play out long ago in a childish vision
speak highly of her whenever she mentioned
es unica, ninguna como ella, bella
humilde e inteligente, bajo luz de esta luna
con papel y pluma compongo su cancion
con letra fina intento alcanzar a mi lejana estrella
es la que acompleta a un alma que viene como cometa
me tiene en las nubes y no quiero bajar
entrar a su corazon siempre ha sido mi unica meta
y si eso no por lo menos que ella este contenta
que fuera yo el que la hace sonreir,
que fuera yo su poeta,
la admiro porque nunca intenta ser perfecta
aun asi ella es una princesa zapoteca
xoch'clen'Dioxia' por aquella cosecha.

SACRED SYLLABLE

for the afterlife if for whatever i'm lonely
i offer every homey sacred syllable
open up the mind to a new path;
protected by the spiritual
revisit our past
in ceremony we shine
life lived as ritual
thoughts give word breath
make dreams dramatically visual
new battle field everything digital
frontline still remain physical
can't remain still
live life fast
grow old or get killed
stay sane or be cynical
present made past, tell me
what wordly things are truly meant to last?
even with the last gasp,
a life ill spent few managed to witness and grasp
piety was grueling, seemed everyones heaviest task
triumphs and tribulations
ambitions never once masked
envious future and destiny ulimately did collide and crash
driven by Ome knew the dangers of cash
a rider on a cosmic trip, to me currency became trash
smashed on every experience given
livin a life far from holy
slowly grabbed on to life while smoking a stoggie
never known to slip
posted in the cut somewhere in the milky way
feeling at home gee, in my eyes
what is a life liven witout a good story?

DON'T LET THE BEAST WIN

look at the way this trapped system is set
you'd think we wasnt meant be free and get up
but we aint ever gonna let up, better defend your rights
even if it means gripping knowledge tight like a beretta
i know you heard what i said
don't pretend like you ain't fed up
take all that you can
gain the knowledge to snatch up the cheddar
don't let the beast win,
be on your grind always do him one better
we all gone connect,
consider this my angry ass open letter
gonna handle all angles and strangle
the demons and evil scum, gonna defeat them
ain't letting one scatter
the moment has come to retake whats ours
we all about the power no time for theoretic chatter
recruiting warriors that know what matter
willing to boot the corrupt boss
heavy in the trenches not taking part in panels
giving they life to a just cause
missing death by inches sneaking underground
and hopping over fences
not taking anymore chances momentum won't pause
breaking any and all unjust laws, making the enemy
shiver, shake and shit their drawls
at every instance, spirits working to correct our flaws
burn incense if the message need be delivered
the craziest warriors you ever saw
we rising doing battle to handle as one to take it all
nerves steady never known to rattle
who's down to heed the call?
we fam, a tribe, one big ass global clan
got each others back if any one fall
can't be defeated if united we take our stand
the beast on the ground
begin' for mercy, finally quiver and crawl

Adios Amiga (?)

...swear i did my best to reach the bottom of your soul
in the end it wasn't meant to be, just wasn't meant to unfold
guess it wasnt in our destiny for you to mention me
or so our fortune told
while next to you i never felt the need to play the role
at all times on you what it was we would do
my mistake, rarely did i get a chance to break through
i was blessed babyboo, it was at all times you
i wanted to protect and hold
now we lost touch and in full retrospect
don't know why i didnt just up and fold
never knew the type of memories i'd collect
the most intimate of friends with mutual respect,
ain't no one relationship perfect
different personalities but now we just cold
success seems to be our only commonality
different means to a mutual goal
all other things i'd much rather forget
put up a damn good fight,
to this day you are my abstract concept hummingbird
that came to my side just to take flight
i stood silently ain't say a word and watched you go
and i'll survive. make it through as i'm known to do
for now we do our thing, make sure we both grow
ain't sayin' good bye pointless now to want to cry
one thing's certain and that's that we're both gonna glow
but whether we'll be together, that i don't know
can't promise that i'll make things right
tomorrow morning will be better
i promise that much, good night...

THE ALTER EGO AWAKES

...where about we find our perceived wicked man
he be meditating deeply in a far away land
prepping the recipe, grinding on a wicked plan
he got troops out to aggressively inspire and command,
midnight medicating and mating
even though he well covered by a determined clan,
he don't need but one solitary dedicated fan,
smothered by swagger
allegedly know much more than he should
still out to market the swanky ass brand
knocking on wood, quite frankly speech never stagger
clutch clandestinely onto an evil flow pattern
the bad guy never had it so good,
clarity run through anything his word touch
story telling talent won't let detail scatter in vein
for detail ain't no rush, wallow in the pain
there’s a message hidden in the random chatter
the call goes out,
you might be rolling a blunt
but no doubt he twisting one fatter
hallow hallways hold secrets the sane won’t entertain
he roll with cold brew in his bladder
they engrain drunken chain of thought leakage
all do gooders look down at our villain
don't wanna see him kick it
cant stand seeing him lounging' and chillin
preppin for hardcore war and out for a killing
brain sharper than his khaki dickies creases
breaking down the wacky into a million little pieces
give him a looped out track, watch him attack
got atheists suddenly screaming out for Jesus
but the anti-hero never loses sight
got a thing for handing out a sweet thesis
low key, he demand the enemy bring on a good fight
so when you grow old you can tell your nephews and nieces
bout losing a battle to an alter-ego
with the sick flow that be on point and tight
elevated to a height where only a select few can actually reach us

Mi Humilde Obsequio

Mira ternura, te suplico; necesito tu ayuda
Disculpa si molesto con este verso que te dedico
Nunca he dicho que soy perfecto
Por ser tan astuta te tengo un infinito y grandioso respeto
Ten en mente que mi palabra es mi humilde obsequio
Pareces como la fruta mas firme
Jugosa te dedico esta prosa
Con ganas de hacerte mi compañera eterna
Y no nada mas mi esposa
Por ti haría cualquier cosa
Cometería cualquier crimen
Eres mas hermosa que el vuelo de mil mariposas,
Por mi mente cruzan imágenes de pasión y mi alma arde
Por ti cortaría mis venas nada mas pa' que entiendas
Que en este momento quiero ser dueño de tus curvas, labios y senos
Desde la mañana hasta la tarde
Sueño con hacerte el amor a lo salvaje
Perdonaría todos tus engaños
Es cierto, soy tu siervo ciego
Quiero acariciar tu cuerpo,
Se que te encanta los momentos íntimos en que te muerdo
Por eso recuerdo ocasiones de silenciosa curiosidad
A nuestra edad como no vamos a perseguir
El llamado de nuestra sexualidad?
No conozco a nadie con tu actitud
Sabiduría, juventud o capacidad
Quizás muchos tienen tu llave
Pero yo cambie el candado
Cansado de que otros siempre te quieran robar
Tuve que cambiar la clave
Quien sabe si lo que tengamos pueda durar
Lo único que se es que no miento cuando
Confieso que te quiero amar
Amor, me ha hechizado el sabor de tu cuerpo
Golosina latina con una calidad mas fina que cualquier otra
Adelita, Quien en el amor a sido mas dichoso?
A nosotros ni nos separa el todo poderoso
No conozco a alguien con las ganas que tienes
Tu entrega me saca de esta cueva de mal estar
Antes de que nos odiemos y suceda nuestra despedida total
Quisiera ahogarme en tu cuerpo
Me acerco para darte un beso, mero
Que se pone bueno, abro los ojos
Desaparece todo, despierto solo
y ahi se acaba este cuento.

Spring and 6th.

She had Gin and Tonics and I had Guinness, we split the rounds, every other round actually. The bar was dark, blasting with funk, hip hop and hipsters. The bar did not at all resemble what it was in its' past life three years ago, no longer dingy, and no traces of its' former clientele. We sat in the back of the bar behind the dance floor across from the pool table where a pimp used to sit and wait for his money in the bars prior life. The spot was dimly lit with twenty somethings in skinny jeans and trucker hats all over the dance floor and pictures of celebrity mug shots on all four walls, we were sitting in the cut sorrounded by Jim, Janis, Kurt, Lil Kim and Bud Bundy.
We talk and laugh, deep conversations and small talk, I make her smile and the smile seems genuine. As she gets a round I cover the table, I notice everyone staring at her, mens eyes follow her figure, I am not jealous because eventually those eyes notice that I am with her and we are there together, this makes me happy. Downtown Artwalk is in full swing as we enjoy our conversation and drinks, time flies and her attention is mine, I use the rest room, there is a scribe in my pocket, my signature is in that bars pisser. When I return she leans over and in an annoyed tone tells me, "why is everyone looking at me?" I reply bluntly, "Because tonight I am with the most beautiful girl here" she brushes the comment off.
For one eternal second we lock eyes in silence and I crave her lips, we talk about hip hop, movies, tattoos, we make bets as to who'll win the different pool games. I blurt out how beautiful she is again, she blushes. It's almost last call and there are two options; food or a last round, after already having had a good number of rounds we go with two Tecate tall cans. We stumlbe out of the bar, Artwalk is pointless now because it has long since finished, we make our way to were she locked her faded turquoise Schwinn, I walk her to her bus stop on Broadway and First, City Hall is next us and I am still making her laugh. I roll a joint and she is impressed by the speed and the skill, rightfully so. We smoke it, we're high and drunk waiting for her bus to Highland Park.
she's standing next to her bike, i'm directly in front of her, there's silence, she knows, she's quiet, she looks off in the distance to see if her bus is near, she looks at me, into my eyes, the kiss catches her off guard, the night has grown colder, I hold her hips and for the first time I am tasting her lips, I hold her tighter. We look at each other in silence, City Hall by our side, we come to a moment of quiet realization and acceptance, her bus arrives she quickly puts her bike on the rack and we hug. A formal kiss on the cheek, she steps in to the bus and the door closes behind her. I cross the street to catch my bus south, roll another joint, I compose a poem and head home.

Fragmento

"... He carried a book at all times, in this urban setting he preffered dissecting stanzas and making music, Edna St. Vincent Millay was a favorite. He understood that through reading he could wear the mask of education and hide his poverty, but all of his knowledge was useless because in his routine there was no real time for reading. Never the less he carried books if only to skim through them, an act that often times lasted weeks... "

Snap shot of a moment

As an only child one of the more difficult things to establish is friendships as opposed to acquaintances. In my path through life I've come across several acquaintances and have even been un-invited from circles of pressumed "friends". I realize now, many years later that it is those that allow me to be me without judgment that I can consider true friends, more so as an hombre that deals with gender privlige on the regular. As of recently I have been actively creating art with other men who are aware of their conciencia and are on the same path of male growth. We create our own sacred space where we can openly discuss our troubles and insights, heal from systematic perspectives that have been embeded into a mans psyche. It is a difficult process because it is constant, daliy and ever present, but when I am around these other males that have become part of my being, I realize that BECAUSE of these friends we will acheive our intended goal, because these individuals are more like brothers than they are friends, there are no masks only real talk and being an only child it is something I cherish dearly. The photo is courtesy of David A. Phillips Photography. David A. Phillips Photography

LIBERATION THEOLOGY

@N@RC@FL@W - Liberation Theology
*Published by SFSU's yearly Raza Studies literary journal, "Cipactli"


I’ll create a radical faction and
Go up to the Vatican
Melt all their gold and silver
Bring it back again
So my peoples could live rich and
Mad extravagant
Don’t give a fuck if you
Come from a long line of lavish kings
I’m not havin’ it
Pocket check homey!
You wanna see some real savages?
Rob ostentatious cathedrals and Parishes
You’ve lost all abilities to translate
Your sacred bible passages - tremble
I’ve come to wake these sleepy pacifists
See, my temples also had symbols
Mad rubies, emeralds
And magic shit
Best believe I’m a bitter beaner
All the better,
Makes me that much more passionate
Imagine it, melt down metals
Every last crucifix
Who’s really blasphemous?
Can it be we can actually
Re-write history?
Who’s down to practice it?
Theological sorcery
How you gone say we were saved
When you did that shit forcefully
Through torturing
Made a killing off our dying
Say I’m lying
Global crime ring
That stretches centuries
And even though this is just a poem
Know you’re down fall is coming,
Because corrupt power fails eventually.

Soñando.

Hay veces en que extraño mi tierra,
hace años que ya no veo mi pueblito
Dios bendito, ya no aguanto esta mierda,
Mi memoria guarda una preciosa colonia que existe solo en mi sierra
Conozco cada calle, cada curva cada valle
Pero no se que hay de nuevo en mi lejano pueblo
mas lejana que una estrella
Me fui pa’l norte y le pedi a Dios que me acompañe
Ando sobreviviendo en el gabacho aqui de campesino
En una pizca de sufrimiento recojiendo estas malditas uvas de vino
Me la rifo machin y nunca me rindo, seria tan lindo
Le ruego a Dios que me preste vida pa mi gran regreso
Jaula de oro, trabajo, me chingo
Desde que llegue a este pais he sido un criminal preso
Me duele el alma mas que me duelen mis huesos
No se si es culpa del capitalismo o culpa del gringo
Dios sabe cuanto deseo volver a esa tierra que me dio vida
cuanto quiziera respirar el aire de mi ranchito
suplico, protesto y grito, no soy de los que mendigan
siempre explotado por la burocracia y el rico,
socios ambiciosos con cada una de sus mordidas
sigo invisible esperando superar este nivel
en un pais que me ve como una mierda por no tener aquel pinche papel
politicos presumen preocupar, pero puro pretexto
Porque mi voto no vale
por eso lo de un sueño americano a mi no me sale
En mi mente puedo veer una grandiosa victoria
Un nuevo amanezer, me pregunto en silencio
Si asi es como este asunto debe ser,
Vivir en un pais que me necesita pero no respeta
Pa cualquier cosa siempre tengo lista mi pequeña maleta
Soñando con querer visitar aquel lugar que hace muchos años atras
Me vio nacer