Donde vamos mi amor
cuando desaparece el amor

este continente
se siente
tan solo
pero el ehecatl
del dentro dios sale
como un mal sudado
de una fiebre de dudas
suelta la lengua
que desempenia
tu luz

Cuando la tierra te llama
el viento te salva
en profecia de alma
con continentes de sangre
sin duda de pecado
hemos hecho algo
y adentro
los vientos te perdonaran
no tengas miedo
quel tiempo nos pasara
el arbol da sombra
la luna no sofoca
y yo perdurara
del oeste llego
ola de mar
a lavar tus manos
de pena
con pena

I have learned: the frailty of one's ego is only surpassed by the endurance of their hope.

Remember friend, just like you have to sin to be saved so to must you have something latent within you waiting to be inspired...

a sky and a moment
a cloud made of beauty
soaked in mystery
will leave those walking
in it's living dream

each bud it's own
with a tiny hum
from the centre
of itself
will crash upon a shore
mending dry and wet

all that seeks of life
is the fear that it will end
but not for this moment
I have chosen tonight

[It comes in a moment.]

This is my sickness
light is my witness.
A fleet of moments escapa
mientras recreo un corazon
valiente pero no valorado
como una pared caida.
Still standing
waters rush over
move past.
Not an island
but a rock
remains present.

slivers slip silently under eyelids
burnt glass framing grass and me
burning, dischordant,
I mean synchopated
the rythm shuffles
sheetless music
shot out of my chest
despite my best
eternal rest.

Sing I there is no death
continuance is illusory
time is unruly and it kills me
kills me terribly
like gazelles cracked in tiger jaws.
[Crack + blood(broken) = food]
eat, that is, think.

current music: men at work

End age of abandon.

this and that things have never been as clearly un-concise as this moments revenge. Those particles which I have previously thought to be spiritually bound to an effervescent nature or pure political or otherwise knowledge-abley saturat-edly expositional writing is all divulged into something seemingly less tangible by my current extremes. In other words... I have been outsmarted. Not by anyone that is beyond my capabilities... but in some sense more sober. That's ok, I don't mind. Burning man has taught me that I may be more sober than others and know less and others maybe less sober than I and know more. Really now I am battling with having experienced so much and having soo much yet to discover. I will say that I have a dream I could have every night and if by morning I've forgotten it, well no big deal it'd be all right 'cuz it's the reocurring kind. But it means so much more to me than that, and I just don't know what to do. I don't feel that stable myself, though I know this person is the dream I wish to have... Maybe she's like a book, I don't take her out that often cuz I know that I've completed her and that's the reason she is here... oh, how awful that must feel.
That's a song I hope to never sing. We'll see how my feelings go so that I never will... but that's why I am here. That's the reason I am here, sometimes I want to dissapear. So many more reasons make me think I'll never leave. Feeling otherwise has only once made me feel complete, that's why I am street. The only feel that's neat. Oh how lonely I do feel. This is my nature held against me, not. My friends can accept that all through the stability I've sought, grounds do remain unbought. Later I come across more talented foresight, 'tis all thought I've given, there is no more foresight.

late.

a femenist piece
(no, I'm not afraid to call myself a femenist)

turn preconceived notions upside down,
my identity is not to function within set paramaters,
I choose to refute stereotypes and fuck up amateurs,
now that's not to say I don't have my own paradigms,
theories I believe relate to this day and time,
for example; now if you knew anything about feminism,
you'd know it's not a "some excuse to be bitchy"-ism,
it chooses to look at the whole macrocosm,
challenges the whole system, now that's fuckin' awesome,
race, class, gendered, sexual oppression,
to deconstruct these is our first intention,
a mass educated minds for a battle session,
then watch your ass cuz it's time for a social reinvention,
we can try again, do I need to mention,
how the Aztec gods made a fifth creation,
I wonder how we got from there to this dimension,
they crossed us with a border and say we embody dissention,
Enough. Now I said it'll be different this time,
violating human rights will be an enforced crime,
don't get scared we're not asking for retribution,
we want you to participate in an equal solution.

Blossoms burning from cigarette cherries
glimmering lights of branch bouqeuts
essence eternal of fistful hairs
dredging roots, spines, arms
peace of turmoil
seeking despair in longheld embraces
from sand a whisper of age erodes
decay of beautiful days

Knowing what I am
is as worth of
what I plan is feeling
where I have come
tonight; stars explode
with no lack of being
it is discerned
what we know little
of what to become
but forthright marching
makes the better of us
keep eyes forward-
eternally remain
by ceasing
to lament

Entry deleted 2/21/06 God I used to be drunk a lot.

what words have danced through lips of fire with icy tinge so delicately deliberate and so meaninglessly ascribed to epiphany.
murky waters lie as others have behind eyes open as wounds bearing likeness to obsidian. their frame a fragile structure of truth and deception; voice a mirror unparallel and cracked with the disdain of self, of pre-existing knowledge. all that is left is impossible. predictably unpredictable we must navigate the rocky shores by night. Love the storm, thy beacon. without song lest it casts off woes from one to another. disservicing what audience must feel it's ebb and flow. breaking cadence with the foresight of hindsight. as thunderous a soul lives in the eye of chaos and lightning may strike, thro the uneasy clouds of a decrepid body; but there is resilience in will and pure indignity is not pure indifference and so the soul must suffer. captive indecision corrodes the structure but releases the ephemeral like a beast to feed upon the innocence of any. all are banquets of hope and remorse, within age they lie and wait. for as dark a night may be cast with shrouded words blood is life and the living embody the end, to the last drop. when I have none left to give as feast for the souls who seek to understand or look away, alike I am vindicated and my veins will fill with sand as one moment erodes and the wind returns me to stars. celestial commune untarnishable, unprecedented by the science of beings; a divine balance of ethereal form, where I may finally cease by remaining.

current music: the locust, glassjaw