Dios de los muertos

For you I yearn
All these thoughts of you I burn written down
So nothing but ashes scattering is found
But now that you're free I honor thee
Dios de los muertos

Be-gun

The dove of peace took flight
With the marksman looking down their sight
Fly, Fly! Take flight!
Its faithful wings never skip a beat
Not an easy feat
A finger tightens on the trigger, the dove in the cross-hairs of the scope
Is there any hope?
Peace lets out a final cry
Crumples to the ground and dies
Thanks to the breezy weather
There drifts a solitary feather
All that is left
By no accident it drifts straight to the harbinger of death
So touched by its message are they, they swear to never hurt anyone again and dismantle their gun
Peace anew has begun

You can kill the revolutionary but never the revolution
-Fred Hampton, my brother from another mother brutally gunned down by the pigs as he lay asleep

Continue on

If the human race perished from the face of this earth
we've forgotten how to cherish
Life would continue on
The mockingbird would still sing its song
Birds would flutter here and there gather materials to build its nest
Ants would scurry about gathering to build its nest
Ants would scurry about collecting food without a moments rest
(at the queens behest)
Trees would again dominate the skies
and winged creatures that fly
The grass would grow and grow without fear of anyone who mows
The land would be reclaimed
by things wild, not tamed
And the earth would forget the footprints on its back (long blow away) we took
And the many musings found in books
And life would go on

Hollow

A scarecrow
Stuffing stolen by thieving crows
We are hollow, we are hollow
The pain reminded that at least was still alive
But now that's gone
And now all there is aching, longing
For anything
Someone has stolen my soul
and left this lonely vessel drifting on the high seas
Nothing left of me but tumbleweed
Rolling away to a better plane
I just couldn't fly free from the chains society bound my body with
Not drugs nor heaven could fill the hole in this bleeding heart
When being you is wrong and you know you don't belong
What else matters? what is left but for me to end my suffering
We are hollow, We are hollow

Gulf oil spill

The problem isn't bp you ore me its greed
Seeing all those innocent birds covered in oil
causes my blood to boil
Their just birds
How are they supposed to speak up without words
All the tar and the pollution from cars should be barred
From nature we've strayed
Go back!
Go back to the earth from which you were birthed
If we just stopped violating the earth with drills
There'd be no oil spills

Heart beating with love

The government may give me nowhere to sleep except on the streets
scrounging in garbage cans for food
With only a doorway to lie down in and nothing to warm me
But you will never stop my struggle to develop compassion
or my fight to free all of us
Throw me in the gloom of a prison cell
Take what little I have
Remove all my blood ties
Burn all my poetry about my struggle for freedom
You may Beat me but you will never stop my heart from beating with love
Isolate me from my friends
Mouth dripping lies about ME
Throw me in the chasm of gloom and despair
But you will only hear the revolutions echo
Strip me of ever shred of dignity remove my clothing
But you will never break my spirit
I may fall to my knees for a time weary of struggle
But I will inevitably rise again
You may ask why we doggedly persist
Even when they flog us in the streets like dogs
Why?
Because we'd rather die young for a noble cause knowing we are chained
Than live an eternity as a slave who has never heard the word freedom
An when the day comes when, as one people, we journey into the glorious enlightenment of the sun
And we look back on all the hard fought battles won to reach this place
and remember fondly all the revolutionaries who unselfishly sacrificed their life for an idea bigger then them, then all of us
They our are family through ties deeper, stronger than blood
We will dig in our heels and not give the oppressor an inch of ground
Deep in our heart we do believe that we shall overcome someday

White human's disease

Technology is the white humans disease as much as English is the devils tongue
For much of human history we've been ridden with natural ailments
The bubonic and the black plague may have taken many
But no more for the man made illness is destroying the world
An eyesore on on the face of the earth
Every race now is infested with the soul stealing scourge
And we the rats who skulk about in filth carrying the addiction everywhere they go
Turning majestic forests into concrete jungles
Where lofty trees towered and bird built their nest singing with joy as they worked now the tower of Babel rises as a tribute to our greed
Every time we find life around us we replace it with death
2 million Koreans ensnared in the net of the internet
I couldn't believe my ears when I heard of a couple's baby dying why they coddled its virtual replacement
If they say the revolution will not be televised the scourge is sure to be
Why a human turned zombie blankly gazes at the screen
Today I saw a hundred people talking on facebook
But they will never see the tears streaming down a person face
People use cell phones to try and find a friend
But all they find is brain cancer in the end
For technology the white humans disease
has become everyones disease