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SADNESS 

TOUCHED MY HEART TODAY

AS I BROWSED 

THROUGH THE WEB

IN SEARCH OF MY FRIENDS

ACTING AS A PEEPING TOM

SELECTING WHAT

OR WHOM TO SEE

MEMORIES FLOATED 

IN A THIN DUST

HARDLY RECOGNIZABLE

PULLING FROM DEEP

IN MY SKULL

THOSE THOUGHTS AND

FEELINGS WHICH MADE

ME CREATE OR HESITATE.

VAGUE THEY ARE

SOLEMN IT FEELS,

A MOMENT,

PAST PUT BEHIND A WALL

OF UNSPOKEN NATURE

LIVING DAY BY DAY

DOING MUCH

SLEEPING LESS

SADLY AWAKE

HAPPILY UNDISTURBED.

Years in Time...

I imagine myself in an eclipse waiting for my lunar half to arrive. Wanting the destined flow of radiance that eminences a new auction in my lively hood. I see pitch black as I wonder where it has gone to discover. Stairs appear before me advising me of action and caution. "do not slip" "do not speak" "just feel". I do not listen, I move to face all that is UMMM; pure power of emotion! I feel something approaching  it has found its way towards what it needs and conspires. I have joy mixed with fear, anger with happiness, we are about to be one. Distance is a complexity of this devotion we have no numbers in time nor do we have words. Spun I stay sadly to say I have been breached. what was to occur in those words? Rays of Howling light. I burnt my way through life I have no scowl upon me. Except for the acceptance of my devotion to the black matter. We stay in distant parts of shining advisors.

DAMN STEPS!!

Putting out options of survival 

dreaming in the illusion of knowledge

most likely succeeding thee circumstance of travel.

Fearful of only losing what hasn't been gained. 

A "gullieness" of devotee towards la Virgen Saint.

We sit on our steps; 

Portrayed misconceptions of whom and when we are.

To be accepted in the excitement and commotion of what is normal reality.

Reality?

Loved, hated, desired always questioned and looked upon.

DAMN STEPS!!

Denting our childhood

preventing our righteous ethics of future

putting us in a Cypher thats never broken, 

where passing is never chosen 

unless other wise you have been spoken

craving for more than a family authority

Acting correct, loving those behind closed doors

not from the force of uniform but by the almighty voodoo 

superstition of splitting poles and not pointing at your foes.

DAMN STEPS!!

Keeping me entertained from arriving to the plane

Stuck in this Cypher that moves from Step to Step

Staring down the street listening to hard beats

With that crave that sustains in my vain 

Saluting those that cross concerning  my set up

Watching my whipp STAND crispy and devine

wheels that don't stop unless caught

YessSuurr!

DAMN STEPS!!

Anger concerns me and everyone around

I can't help what goes and not's right

Respect I am the oldest!

This is my block!

RESPECT!!!!

Let me get in that Cypher!!

Telling me what to do on my block!

Don't try if you don't know!!!

DAMN STEPS keeping me in this Cypher.

DAMN STEPS having me on Check.

DAMN STEPS showing me Respect.

Not Enough Time

The end that never exists floats in my ears

words of happiness and torture.

I seem to have lost what was never meant to be had.

Lush with brown strings

dressed in black as if were ready for combat.

Morphing in to one. 

Speaking out of change.

Looking in to the eyes of the past

breaking all that is left to be created,

making zero a new number in that abomination.

Most important pain is what carves me,

day and day until the clock strikes Twenty four

and in the night is where I lay.

PORFIRIO

MY LIFE BECAME DEVOTED TO USING. I LOST EVERYTHING EVEN MY BREATH. I LOOK BACK AND LEARN FROM IT. THERE IS SOMETHING IN ME THAT DOESNT REGRET IT.

ONE TOKE MAYBE A PUFF....

INHALE, SNORT, SLEEP, WALK

DREAM, MOVE, STILL,

SLEEP, MOVE, AWAKE, DREAM, WALK, STOP!

TALK TO THE PAST LOOK AT THE REST

SEE WHO IS NOT, WALK AGAIN.

PUFF, INHALE, SMILE, LAUGH,

                                                    TRY TO EAT.

ACT NORMAL

HOLD ON TO AIR

SLEEP WITH THE WORLD

                                       DENY REALITY.

LIVE IN SLEEP

WANT TO BE AWAKE

THINK I'M AWAKE

                      TIRED OF DOING.

BELIEVING I'M RIGHT

I HAVE KNOWLEDGE

I KNOW WHAT LIFE IS

I HAVE A PURPOSE

SON MUCHOS RECUERDOS SON MUCHAS COSAS.

Threw seasons and change

Waking up to the sound of children play

Dreaming with  hoop games,

mud, floods  

obstacles that need to be conquered 

I speak to Girl which is my love

We speak of the future 

planes, trains boats and cars 

every once we mention a walk or two.

We arrive where she travels to safety

Into fraternal arms 

that will hold and 

cherish you as their own

Bye my love

Now we are closer

less apart

I will see you in colors

Hold you as a star

close to my heart 

Bubbling with heat 

Smiling to the air 

whom brings my change

A reason for hope 

fixing broken hearts into smiles

No more tears no more sighs

all love from the earth and sky

I feel you when I close my eyes

We converse without words

threw signs and lines

"Sonrie Filspoutto"

Encerrado desde nacido
siendo visto desde el paquete
encubierto entre membrana
palido y Desnudo

Escojido cobrado desenvuelto
enrosquillado ansioso esperando
esperando esperando sacado
engabetado, tristeza

Tristeza por no haber sido
prendido apagado fliqueado,
ohhh, pero nunca haber querido,
pero si, fundido.

Beat swack thwang gong
beep zapp wongqet fraanggg
fraaaaaaannnngggggggggggg
aaaaallllllllliiiiiiivvveeeeeee.

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