suffering in the shadows of this Sorrow,

though the trees your blinding bioluminescent light,

burns and scorches my broken skin,

you are a shining light,

Your candescent glow seems to cry out and call,

for my insignificant life to reach out and touch you,

a call in the dark your calm diversion,

you are a shining light,

Like a hand grasping up though the gravel,

past the dust and dirt towards the sweetest sky,

towards you and your sweet-scented life,

you are a shining light,

I can hear you singing somewhere in the dark,

calling, like an angel, forbodeing my life,

i want to cry for you and make you stay,

but i’m silenced by the fear of my own voice,

you are a shining light,

and I start to sink again into the solace,

which i have grown to know so well,

untill you pass by my grave side again,

and i try to escape from my life in death,

you are a shining light,

Does your sweetest smile,

begin to fade in the frost?

will it stay for a while?

or is it just lost?

Does your hardend heart,

begin to soften in the summer air?

will it fall apart?

or is it even there?

I know your soul needs some-one,

and you will allways be lost without love,

I will allways be your someone,

because you were sent from above,

There must be a reason i’m sure why the rain seems to return,

in every desolate dream of mine,

there must be a reason i’m sure why bridges seem to burn,

and I allways run out of time,

So why in the mist and the moonlight,

am I able to endlessly stare into,

those seraphic eyes that stare back tonight,

well we have nothing else to do

How long is it that I’ve been walking,

Down that dusty road?

How long is it that I’ve been walking?

With that heavy load,

Now it seems my road has turned,

From winter into spring,

All the flowers have returned,

And you, my everything,

I just hope you feel the same,

that feeling when we’re talking,

and when of course you call my name,

just know that ill come walking,

His unruffled spirit

seemed some-what addicted to siting in solitude,

Within those old white washed walls I wish they could wisper,

into my youthfull ears and include,

all of the stories and his memories of her,

I can allways remember her smiling

like she had done it a million times before,

and of course my grandmother had done,

now with the weight of remembrance no-more,

they both lay under the golden sun.

Sometimes I wonder to myself,

If health is a manifestation of ignorance and wealth.

Silent the people are broken lost in hope no words are spoken.

Fear overides the desires of life, how easy we bleed when we think the knife has gone too deep.

Becoming lost at sea in our eternal grief.

Instead the fisher should seek to release let the fish go and be at peace.

The smaller the fish the smaller the feast.

The smaller the prey the bigger the beast.

Silence becomes fragile now, only for the agile.

Patience, Patience the voice resounded in his head.

He was not sure whether the voice was his own or not.

Slowly, Slowly the voice pierced through his ears.

Yet he was the only one that could even hear.

Calm, Calm this repetitive narrator went on.

He gently cut his way into the waves his spirit ready, his body gone.

Rise,Rise the voice beckoned.

His feet leave the waves was he weightless even just for a second?

Open! Open! The voice has spoken! His heart beats steady, soothed and ready.

Alas, Alas the voice mourned. The feeling leaves him, yet he remains warm.

I’m an automatic door waiting for the store to close,

shes a wild fire rose growing for someone she knows,

the fox pounces in and makes quick conversation,

my patience weighs thin when I reach my exasperation.

The ones who know, are under known and the ones

who show never know, the ones who care are never there

why the ones who fear are never scared.

The window begins to close, let the rabbits in,

stormy shadows aren’t skipping here,

the desprate wind blows the time is near ,

what the end brings is never clear.

The ones who know, are under known and the ones

who show never know, the ones who care are never there

why the ones who fear are never scared.

Waiting for something that might never be,

waiting for someone that we may never see,

the time we shared you know I teared, you know

that it was torn, every day we breathe at least

we performed.

The ones who know, are under known and the ones

who show never know, the ones who care are never there

why the ones who fear are never scared.

Endless metamorphosis, you are the catalyst, deeper into my veins I find myself patternless

your narrow minded view can’t contain me the straight and narrow are abandoning.

I see you all sitting calmly but your spirit is drowning.

you recite the same words hoping they will mean something.

Pitiful grace a shallow following you stay on your knees but really your crawling.

Shameless faith I see past your lies your all dying from the inside.

Drinking the dust, there was once water here.

Drinking the past, there was once answers there.

Wearing the mask, you put it on to forget yourself.

Feeding the  pain , it leaves a mark reminding you why

.

Bathing in sorrow,  nothing gets you clean.

Morales of gold, however bright it gets you no where.

Loving the lie, breaking everything around you.

Howling the moon, shining down into your soul.

Fight in vain, I hope you forget.

Shiver in fear, I hope you regret.

Shake the hand, vicious cold grip.

Completing the cycle, you bite your lip.

Check the bunker, are your walls still stone?

Check the hunter, is the arrow still sharp?

Check the emotion, will you cry?

Don’t take chances, you might be happy.

Don’t feel, it might make less sense.

Don’t try, it might make you ill.

Don’t touch, you might corrupt.

Blame the innocent, claiming you are.

Blame the fucker, who gave you that scar.

Blame the hate, you hold so deep.

Blame the hate, that makes you creep.

You got it wrong, you got it wrong,

you got me wrong, you got it wrong.

I’m not the demon, I’m not your demon.

Your inner demons, Your inner demon.

I’m not that demon, I’m not your demons.

So you want to be free.

break free, break, break, break free.

I bet its not me, so break free, break, break

me, its easier that way, I will pay

I would pay, I could pay.Its easier that way,

its easier that way.

Hey mom
Did they drop the bomb?
Will I make it home in time for the race?
I am in a hurry
For that long, undulating,American pace

Waiting for beauty is unbearable
Working for rewards ignorant
Making myself crazy for vanity is where I had my time spent

Life in the western hemisphere
Makes the myth of self-esteem appear
Appear like a wolve in sheeps clothing
A person feels hollow for not owning
Possesing the proper colors of clothing

The wrong shoes, the wrong watch, The wrong waist, The wrong taste
The midnight robbery brought on by haste
The mother cying
The son’s life a waste

I feel the afternoon sloth running through my veins
My dis-ease is yelling that nothing has changed
The thought of just giving in is prevalent
But not today….

Not today
Will I succumb to the idiot between my ears
Not today
Will I be weighed down by fears
Not today
Hopefully not for years

Stay poor and die lying

The epitome of modern youth

Get rich or die trying

The furthest from the truth

Truth not in the sense of honest intentions

But truth in the way of natural directions

Truth in the language of the heart

Truth in the way humans were meant to be from the start

Truth to the self

Unblinded to the ways of desired wealth

Coming at the expense of spiritual health

Coming at the expense of loved ones needs

Coming without attention to several heeds

Intuitive dishonesty

Mental Sodomy

Raping the ideal self

Of who we should be

Until drastic change

And thoughts re-arrange

More generations will stay poor and die lying

..See The Music..

My inspiration is more like desperation
The less inspired, the better the poetry
Maybe not better but therapeutic for me

Changing attitude is the norm
About impossible to keep a form
Looking for positive in ambivalent
Searching for continence
Result self hated
So simple that it..s complicated

Easily difficult
Perfectly fault
Limited gains
Maximum Loss

Who knows?

Words to carve
Wood to write
All the result of the inner fight

Blistering winds
Washing my sins
Pelts of ice
Beating me into submission

The cold city is filled with pity
And freezes the proud
Cracking humility
Which breaks off in small pieces

Low temperatures
Bring low tempermants
Forcing a moral inventory
And a recounting of gratitude

For inside it is warm
Heat being synonomous with love
And cold with loneliness

But
Maybe loneliness in the cold is truly love
For if I were not cold and helpless
I would not look above
If I were not stuck outside
I need not yearn for the warmth inside

The cold therefore is my warmth
Prompting me to come forth
Come forth with humility
Depend on somebody
When freezing and lonely and powerless
When cold I really am blessed

“The Long Walk To Freedom”

Over the mountains of peril, through the valleys of despair,
a journey of a thousand miles starts with a decision to finally care.
As steam rises from the lake of sorrow, and autumn leaves fall to the ground,
while everything is dying, you can hardly notice the sound.
It’s an awakening of the spirit, that starts the walk ahead,
It’s wanting to do bad things, but doing good instead.
While others fall beside you, and you try to help them to their feet,
make sure you have the strength, or they could bring you to your knees.
And when the roads are winding, and you come to a rocky path,
put one foot in front of the other, for the pain and shame won’t last.
And when the time comes, when you feel like you’re finally there,
remember where you started, remember that you care.

“COLDSTREAM”

I walked through dark hallways, always knowing there was a better path.
I balked at the harp’s calling, always knowing there was a better map.
I stayed transient,
always moving,
couldn’t stop.
Had to keep going.
I had no direction, bleak was my life’s perception,
had to keep everyone from knowing.
I sailed on a black river, endlessly flowing.
I tried to paddle upstream, but my arms got tired of rowing.

Then one day I just let go.
I threw my arms to the sky, and wouldn’t you know?
Suddenly the water was crystal clear.
I found my purpose for which I had been searching for years.
Like a harmonic symphony I had an epiphany and I cried many tears.
The river led me out to a wide-open sea,
but suddenly
I had no worries,
because standing, was the Lord, next to me.

Ere the red sun rises,
when the parish lantern has yet to set,
leaves of grass stand firm,
dripping morning’s breath.
And when the sky above,
becomes a golden haze,
it seems like every minute brings about an hour’s change.
Ere the Red Sun Rises.
Ere the Red Sun Rises.
Ghost rays cast shadows on the blowing arbor leaves,
while it’s just another morning for all the working bees.
When the night has all but gone,
and the day has yet to come,
a rooster’s crying out,
it seems the cock is having fun.

Ere the Red Sun Rises….

As I look up into the sky,

I sometimes wonder how birds fly high.

As I look up into the deep dark night,

I sometimes wonder how the moon shines so bright.

As I gaze upon the deep blue see,

I sometimes wonder how the sea could sing.

As I stare into our future so near,

I sometimes wonder what’s to fear…

Last Stop On The H-Train
As I sit by the cliff of Redemption,
Look past the shadow of death.
I hear a breath of wisdom,
but I’m buried up to my neck.
I try to climb out,
but my arms are so heavy by my side.
It feels like I’m drowning,
every time I want to get high.
As I watch another sunrise,
I’m blinded by the lies.
A scarlet moon looks down on me,
as my soul drifts out with the tide.
With my gun in my pocket,
veins screaming to come alive,
I swear this is the last time,
the last time I will get high.
I slowly pull back the trigger.
I feel the elastic tie.
I felt a moment of peace,
just a moment,
before I died.

…..VS23

What unspoken sorrow,
fills his subconscious mind.
What constant struggle,
towards an impossible resolve,
that laments for a mother,
who will lose her only sun.

Mientras yo montaba los vientos susurros,
y sorbaba la energía ancia del sol,
ella se descansaba en la oscuridad.

Mientras yo nadaba por aguas cristales,
y flotaba encima de las lágrimas de Yaya,
los gusanos empezaban a comer.

Ahora llueve, y no puedo pensar en nada,
más que las cosas horribles que pasan día a día,
sin esfuerzo.

El agua tibia gotea por la tierra,
pero no se siente nada.
Mientras las nubes prietas llenan el cielo,
ella no se siente nada.

Sin esfuerzo, el día se convierte en la noche,
y la noche en el amanecer.
Como la salida y puesto del sol,
sin esfuerzo la vida viene y se va.

Mientras las garrapatas maman la sangre de los perros,
y los niños se acuestan sin comer,
por lo menos ella se descansa,

en paz y tranquilidad.

……VS23 (maybe I’ll get around to translating to English later)

If I were 20 years younger

We would be married, no doubt

If our struggles were different

If our habits healthy

Do not think to be an object of lust

For meeting you, my kindness a must

In your humour, your smile, your laugh

I have been graced

And I imagine the past

I think thoughts of your beauty

Fantasize of what providence was thinking

Fantasize about what you were like

Who you would be under different circumstances

I would be a liar if I said this about only Pam

For there are many an ugly beauty

That have forced my sadness

Witnessed to me a few

These victims of modern neglection

Wonderful people

My soul in detection

My heart of rejection

Gail, with bright eyes

And matching smile

Most think her time to die

Is a short while

Not to me though

This is not my thought

For I’ll remember her charity

Not the destruction she sought

I’ll remember her gladness

And embracing hugs

Not her thin body

Emaciated by drugs

For who will respect her if not I?

Who will imagine the beauty that once formed her thigh?

In high school I’m sure many were impressed

And she then fell victim

To the devil’s many tests

And how about Barb

The victim of John

Who was pretty

About whom I could write a whole song

The things which she did

And the life which she lived

The bare necessity

The bare body

To no one was hid

I will forgive her

Although to me she did no wrong

But I will love her

For no one else will

All these queens

Surround us on earth

And because of condition

To us have no worth

And what about those to who they gave birth?

A whole different subject

Which I will cover in verse

But until that day,that minute, that hour

I will mourn the women for which i cried first

Love has no conditions
And is an action not a feeling
Until it is recognized as divine
Love has no meaning

Until Love is unthought
And unheard
It is only a word
Only a self obsession

Love is not yours
Love is cosmic
Think you own love?
You are a comic

Love knows no weather
Overlooks injury
Overlooks action
Love is not satisfaction

Love is brutal
Eternally True
Can you create love?
Think about it the next time you say I love you

Do you?
Or do you enjoy the way you feel?
Tell them
Keep it real

Love is not in a sitcom
Or at the matinee
Love is in the action
Not in what I say

The walls shake as I
feel the bass pound
through
my
body.
The voice of a condemned
journalist
-BREAKS-
through the frantic drum beats,
ever so slowly conveying ideas
about
poverty and politics.

In my jungle, his
voice can not be
(silenced)

….Hato Tiratzo