Anything is nothing unless someone makes something of nothing to be anything someone wants to let live.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
roots eyes
Monday, September 20, 2010
Hmmm. . .
I love to see her happy
But I hate for it to be because of somebody else
And I’ve never had her be mine
Like valentines
I wonder if she wonders when I’ll wander into her wonders and have her wander into what wonders my universe holds
Monday, August 16, 2010
Heavenly Father
Oh heavenly father, please do us part to mark the days of a cold haze. Replace the chase and make haste the grace. Engrave the praise that must be placed unto you.
I seek to the treat / of a feat to keep feet
Alive, strive for a life / where strife never arises
I demise the plan / to destruction of nature
An obstruction on paper / is just as worse
As a curse put on voices / so they’ll be voiceless
The choices must be open / to those who be coping
Stroking the hands of time / so they’ll be provoking
Good fortune, that’s an orchard / food for thought
Bought for sell, but a cell / is just a box to block
The sights of a better future / so suit ya self
Gain the wealth within / to find health without
Heavenly father / be my martyr / I will follow / your shadow / fill hollow hearts / solve in parts / so they’ll be in peace / relearn to love again / and live forever
The mind to define / a line of signs /
to align with a divine / shine but remind /
yourself about the wealth / that makes and creates
to affirm success / the best of the specs
respect the wrecks / and let the rest chess
checker your beats / so each move is to keep
you from losing / choosing or using
the moving as cruising / don’t be abusing
your power to complex / on the universe
follow the course / and of course say your verse
it’ll go heard / cause happiness is the word
Heavenly father / be my martyr / I will follow / your shadow / fill hollow hearts / solve in parts / so they’ll be in peace / as they learn to love again / and live forever
Times get hard, its apart / of life, we all know that /
but there’s a fact that the pact / between you and god /
Is no façade / but such an act of gratitude/
A magnitude of blessings / are ever resting /
On your face / if you replace the hate
And elevate a smile / in its rightful place
Make haste on casting / a role on other people
Cause there’s no show / just tell your piece
And please believe / it just better be received
Well, if you’ve not done well / hell might be waiting
But that’s inside / no need to abide
With beauty if you won’t admire what is free
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
The Dream (Part 1)
“Let freedom ring,
Let freedom ring”
From the bottom of my lungs I wish I could scream
“Let freedom ring,
Let freedom ring”
But I can’t even be heard from the bass that rocks the asses of the masses
What happened to our Casius?
This atlas has no more freedom fighters
No more freedom righters
No more freedom writers
No more freedom wrighters
So everyone is LEFT with UNSPOKEN WORDS that have BROKEN WINGS
And they never get a chance to fly
Or feel the breeze on their faces
Because hell is on their backs
So everyone is out here on the attack
Thinking since it’s a recession that they’ll be progressing if they steal the jewels of homes they’ve never felt
Where’s justice then?
“Let freedom ring,
Let freedom ring”
Do you remember his dream? Or maybe her reality? Or even, our life?
We wait for occurrences to procure instances of instant access to safety
Thinking, lately it’s not as safe as it used to be when I was younger
But don’t you remember there are kids out here too
What about those who know dreaming is just not going to happen so they live in their nightmares?
Waiting for the monsters to break into their homes and deport them to
“Let freedom ring,
Let freedom ring”
We forget that there’s war in our cities
It’s a pity that I have to judge such a person that is human
Like mirrors don’t even work anymore
We’re shattered with broken homes, lost grades, an American Dream
Moms strung to some strong lungs belonging to a loss of longing
Pot popped into pops tops cause of lax influx of taxes
It’s the attacks on our own people that equal no regal doms
Kingdoms trying to stay alive because their profile is young, black, Hispanic, male, that has yet to learn his greatness, his peace, his manhood
Queendoms trying to be reborn with a newborn thinking it will in turn make them that much younger that life has yet to be lived
We all wait for a day when we won’t hear sirens dancing instead of our gratitude
We wait for a day when we won’t hear bullets whispering instead be mute for togetherness
We wait for a day when justice just is what it is when it is justified
We wait until we,
“Let freedom ring,
Let freedom ring”
But maybe we need a wake up call to dial into our responsibilities and take action
Maybe, we need deaths to brings us back to life in order to
“Let freedom ring,
Let freedom ring”
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Hispanish?
Hispanish?
Mis people are misunderstood
Mis people are misunderstood
My jente are malentendido
How can you stand there, I mean, sit there and tell me
That if I look like an alien then I’m not human
What makes you more of an American?
Except that you already live HERE
Land of the free, but we’re willing to pay taxes too
And work minimum wage not because of stereotypes
But, because, have you ever lived THERE
It’s a place called Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Haiti, Ghana
And now, there’s also, U.SA
See, mi Tia calls it U.SA
It makes me wonder how you sir can judge me
By my brown tone of the roots that bore me
The hair that is too strait to get braids
The hard working qualities that are required to stay alive in a place where most people live off of a $1 a day
The four last first names, all from my ancestors
The freedom of speech, libertad de palabra
Tengo poder en este Mundo
I have power in this world, right?
Since our president is Negro
And we’re always talking about colors but at least they all got along in boxes
Now we’re all in boxes, unless we unite
Become encircled in Enchiladas, Tamales, Pollo Frito, muy rico
But the rich never tasted something so delightful
Unless they count their money
It’s funny; a dollar here is 18 lempiras
And I’m still much wealthier when I’m living for my family
I at least have a home and a community that consists of an aunty here, aunty there, tio aquí, tio allá, nieto por aquí, another cousin from a friend, and then most importantly,
My mother and father who taught me to speak up
Especially when languages no oyen don’t hear the screams of help
Ayudame, por favor, y yo te ayudo,
Unless you think of my hand out as a slap in the face
To someone who doesn’t have to struggle with being new to these parts of town
Sunday, January 3, 2010
A Lil Sunshine To My Cloudy Night
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Age and Numbers
If age is just a number
Why does it matter when love is added?
Aren’t problems subtracted?
Or have you multiplied the type of boys
By the games they play?
See, my legal age doesn’t make me a man, just yet
But wait a year and I think I’ll be the same
Just another being, being the best he can be
My future lies in the truths that doesn’t come before
And more like the answers after
So let me ask you,
Do you want your daughter to be happy?
Yes, well, so do I
And I don’t say I do till I know it’s true
But your views of me will stay the same
I can’t complain
I understand,
I’m just another boy trying to be a man in your books
And all I’m trying to do is get in between those sheets, right?
No, that’s not me
I like to read between the lines
Because sometimes that’s where you’ll find the truth
The other youth who thought he could heal her
So he appealed her to love him
And she did
Not knowing that he hid a temptation
All he wanted was elation
And now that’s what’s holding me in square one
Because the cycles seem the same
And I’m the “psycho” stuck in the “game”
Guess I need a new objective
Because age is nothing but my youth growing up
So if you’re giving up on the chances
I hope they dance to salsa and let me lead
I don’t want to get stuck in the music hearts play
But in the happiness that comes after
So I’ll stay after the song is over
Even if you don’t care how old I am
I just want to be man enough to go against the world
I want to be boy enough to learn from my mistakes
I just want to be old enough to ask for your hand
Without promising a future,
Only because we need the present to gift our love
So we can package it, send it to our tomorrow
And see if it still feels like today
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Lonely
Lonely
Sometimes in a world full of a million people
You just don’t want to be that million and one person
You just want to be on an island
Where the only problem is how many coconuts should there be for lunch
But that’s when you start thinking
That you’ll be trapped forever
And you’re brought back into reality
Only to forget you had dreams or hopes
So you begin hoping your dreams come quick
Quicker than it takes for the journey to even begin
But that’s when it ends; the pain
The pain that seems to gnaw at your skin
Somehow you still want it to pick at you
Like you being first chosen is the best to ever happen to someone’s life
That’s two strikes, two strides to worry about
Too much to take into consideration
And it’s too lonely when no one knows two souls are not whole
So instead of a million and two, you’re both a part of this world
A cold place that replaces faces like commercials
Holding like kisses for only seconds
And the seconds it takes to make a million and three
Is diagnosed by the million and two decline
So have you forgotten the feeling when you were just three?
A family, parents who apparently had it planned
That you’ll grow old to become someone
Yet, on this night you ignite the candle to keep the dark alleys lit
Maybe leaving a path for someone to keep on walking
And forgetting you were holding the light
Instead, just holding the brights from those who don’t understand
So they continue forward, away from the darkness
Not knowing that underneath all that black there’s rest
A colorless view that is open to directions
A way of life that seems like death is around
But what’s profound is not that there’s so much negative
But what’s in sight is twisted into not positive
And the answers to life is only to take breaks at times when you want to be alone
Only to come back into a world of a million and four people
And pretend like nothing ever happened . . .
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Stuff
Sunday, November 15, 2009
But that's what scares me
Half of what I tell people seem to be dreams, de javu or a past happening
What's happening?
It feels like I'm forgetting my past
So it has come to pass
And I'm down below my thoughts because to swim up stream seems a challenge when I don't even know what I'm swimming towards
But just yesterday the day became the past
To you the last one has lost one and you're in need of hugs
Well, that's not how it works all the time
And you should know
I'm not one for enemies but my entity entirely aches because it has yet to let go
That's why I'm here to let show that its not me that's lost and forgotten
I've lost that feeling inside that feels like light but makes me conscious of what's to come
I've forgotten how it feels to be happy around you since its equally better to be happy with someone anyways
And I've gained some knowledge
That if you have some sense you shouldn't pay attention to things that are shiny
You never know, it might just be your reflection
So check what you see before you try to attain it
At least I'm not lost or forgotten anymore
Saturday, October 24, 2009
The Universe
Saturday, October 10, 2009
The Hustle
Monday, September 28, 2009
Two Randoms - Too Random
Sometimes I wonder where we’ll end up
Give it some months, some years, just days
Will I love you with the same intensity?
Love you like our first date kiss,
Nothing more, nothing less
Let’s rest on the notes that play our favorite song
Listen along to the words we’ve only heard a thousand times
“It’s just you and I in this future room that’ll be our home
Open the door to new fortune and look forward to the future”
That’s where our hearts sing
They seem to be in unison
One in the same, yet opposites can attract
It’s a matter of the passion
The actions that speak louder than words
Probation
I’m waiting for my trial to come to file
It’s the time that has me waiting
Ticking away my days like I just watch everything go by
Where am I?
Waiting under the Bridge
Waiting for the rain to stop pouring
I’m tired of this reign that keeps on pouring
Change out of pockets to broke to keep one
(6/4/2009)
Sunday, September 20, 2009
3.15.08
The taste of it is watery
Too watery I might as well have gotten water
And the crowd is slightly comical
While the wind plays with the window
The lights are dim and the fans
Fan away the heat
But I'm hotter than these fresh eggs
My mind is scrambled
My body is like bacon; stiff
Unable to speak
Unable to tell her
Sitting across the table
How beautiful she is
And how much I'd do for her
The sacrifices sufficient enough
To keep her content forever
But the smell of powdered sugar
Over french toast is too intoxicating
So, I just hide the compliments
With a mouthful of cowardly actions
And quench my thirst with
Orange Juice
Unsaid
Like I want you more than I need you
But it always feels so good
You stay on my mind like an itch
Mend my cuts like a stitch
You make me want to rhyme
In order to convince you
That you have me going crazy
And I don't want to admit
That I've fallen for you
I want to pretend like
You're just another lady in my mind
But girl you are my...my..my world
Yes its crazy that your eyes
Are the stars
Keep me in check with Orion's Belt
Your dimples
Are the caves we hide in
When we want to be alone
Your 'I love you's
Are the best words next to
'I do'
But will you ever know
You are the beat in this artist
The colors I hope to catch
After I taste the hues
Of this masterpiece
You are the ink
That flows in my veins
Waiting to be cut
To bleed my love onto paper
You are the beginning
Of the ending
You are the Village
I can always come home to
If only you'll let me
You are
The stripes on Zebra's
The protector from carnivores
You are the Pastor
To my sinful ears
With a voice full of God
You are my time
That talks to me when I tick
You are
What I'll accept if you decline
You are the Amazon
A beast to keep courage at a roar
You are a woman of wonder
No wonder you're amazing
You are mi amor
Y por eso te amo siempre
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
everday motown grooves
We yearn for warmer days
Not only in temps but in rents
Because when the money is due there's few that can make the payments
But it takes patience to make it out of debt
Expect the check to hold the fam of five to a slice of turkey ham
So there's always beef to go around
Don't you know, a lack of food can become tragic in the hood
Should it get any worse it becomes a curse
Word, is born almost everyday
Since the only way out is through dictionaries
The vocabulary list is so short that even I'm tall compared to its readings
The feedings on the mind don't fulfill the hopeless
So they hope less
Cope stress with dope mess
And the crack breaks backs
Not only on mothers but our brothers
Who are fighting for a buck
Fresh out of luck so they bang
Until the only bells heard are from church steeples
But I see death reaper
So he's a keeper
Who keeps her away from her love
Because she was shot astray
A passer by, so she wasn't in the way
Night and day begin to look the same
But the change in the office can't stop this democracy
Because wherever you go you'll always find majority rules
Its cool when you aren't the one stuck between heat
A fire that burns even after shells land on hells ceiling
People stop kneeling because believing has lost its faith
Space no longer likes faces because its better to keep to your own land than lend a hand
But what happened to a village and child relationship
Did the whips become a new definiton for slavery
So the new machine only needs oil to spoil the minds stuck behind the line of mellow tunes and hello june
Its still spring so people hip hop their way to freedom
But the symptoms of stardom isn't always a dream
But if you wake up and smell the dew these words won't feel like a dream
That's why I keep it real
So no more seals on the potholes this city has
This pity was here
But I'm here to create life
Because she's pregnant with my seeds
So let them grow so that melodies won't stay as the ice cream trucks tune
And more like lullaby that'll rest you
But don't test dudes
Just test through
The song doesn't have to stop because the bless sings
So stop and listen to the motown grooves
left lonely
But I've realized that if I were to roam they'd follow
Trying to fill my hollow
Don't you know I'm hallow
My days can feel like tomorrows
Meaning that they're so amazing the changing of seasons wouldn't matter
My ashes could scatter and I'd still find laughter in the wind
Chimes would sing
And I'd just listen to God talk
So whether I want to walk alone I still have someone around
I've found that space and time just gives you more space to fill your time
Or more time to fill your space
Just replace your caring for my freedom
See them people over there
Now they need you
I plead you a case to erase my name out your mind
Not forever but until I level my attitude
I need gratitude
So to do so I need to know what I'm missing
But that means I need to go missing and don't come find me
I'm on a retreat towards self-understanding
So let me retreat into the woods
And I promise I won't tree to leave my problems behind, I mean below
But I just need to be left lonely
Blessed only, stress slowly
So I need a break to take my mind from my problems
I will solve them, that's not the issue
Its the mission of my destiny that has me lingering
Hindering me from moving forward
Now allow me to grow out of being a coward to courage
And let me breath in my personal space
I need my space not your face booked to my schedule
So stop following and twitter away
I'm trying to make a connection and you're on my landline
Please let me be
I'm trying to be free
I'll be back with change
I promise
Just give me a couple days and I'll be back to stay longer
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
logix on love
So I was hoping to build her
You see I'm an architect major
No stages, I do monuments
So I figured she could become my temple
Where I could come relax my mentals
So no more temper
No more renters
Because I know she's done with selling her heart
No wonder I couldn't find her on amazon
So I continued my search on google but she wasn't there either
Guess it was because she couldn't be a G if she was in hotmail
Stuck between messengers
And she didn't know which one to believe
So she received all the yahoo they left in her space
Meaning her face booked an image for youtube
A U turn of views that was in the past
But to stay in her future she'd still twitter her now
But now when she thought she found her prince charming
He was charging her time to see him
Meaning, he thought he was rich enough to leave her behind so he could find better cheddar
I guess he didn't know the cheese she had was worth more than gold
Because when you smile sunshine is in my hands
And if I go horizon, I'm rising with the Gods
So that must mean I'm a pharaoh or an archangel
Because you makes me arch back and pretend I have wings
And I open them so the wind blows between my fingers
And that's what makes holding you so much better
Because you fill my void
And I'm trying to avoid the sights that bring spam
I'm trying to show you there's more than square maps
So let's travel the world and collect the materials that will help me build you up
But most importantly the views that are liked by those who follow us