my latest poem [Archive]

Alejandro C

3rd October 2003, 08:53

America i don't live where you live
dedicate to my comarades at che-lives:

You sir, have no idea who I am.
I live where Malcolm was born.
I live where Malcolm lived his whole life.
He met Marx here, and Huey and Che.
They live where I live.

You, sir; live in a house on a hill.
I can’t live by you.
I won’t live up there.
I must be a spy.

You sir, don’t know what I read.
You don’t know what I listen to
You don’t know how I talk to my friends.
But you want to know.
You want to know so you can sell things to me
You want to know so you can make money.
Go fuck yourself with your marketplace.
I read Marx and Malcolm and Chomsky.
I listen to Kerouac’s books on tape which I get free from the internet.
What are you going to sell me?
A Che shirt, fine fine
But I already got one from a communist website.
Half the proceeds go to free breakfast for kids.
A movie about Fidel, fine fine
But I already feel my brother next to me.
I live in the same city as him afterall.

You, sir; don’t know that I hate you.
I will kill you someday, you and your brothers
Me and my brothers got guns
We’ll shoot you
Shooting, shooting, shooting and we’ll teach your children.
You tried to teach them yourself.
You taught them to hate themselves and hate
To learn and hate to work and hate
To teach yeah
It is
Just a waste of time but you won’t think so later.
When we shoot you.

You, you don’t know who we are.
You don’t know what city we live in.
But you want to.
You think we’ll outgrow our ideas
But should we, should we sir?
No we should grab guns and you should grab your dollars
Afterall, we’re all good Americans in this country.
And you don’t deserve you’re big house on the hill.
Not when we in our city have no food
Your dollars might get stained.
You better protect them.

We in our city let fish go into rivers
We have dreams of trials just because we are romantic
We don’t drool the words of money on wet pillows like you.
We are different, sir.
We shout
We also talk quietly of love, love, revolution, art, love and food.
We love food.
You will never understand us, though you say you were like us when you were younger.
When you were young you said the tree of freedom is watered with blood.
You said revolution is necessary every ten years.
You were right.
But that’s why we will come to you
We’ll make you young again.
You sir, spent 30,000 dollars last year on a face lift for you and your wife.
We’ll help you for free.
Did I mention we believe in re-incarnation.
After we’re through you’ll be young.
You might come back as a bean picker.
I would smile to see you as a bean picker.
Your mother would too.

You don’t care about me.
You only care about what I can buy.
Hey you! Are you listening to me?
Look over at me, see
This rifle
Hey you, I’m putting the butt to my shoulder.
Hey you, look to your heaven…

RyeN

4th October 2003, 09:14

I wrote this poem a month ago, but its my latest work. Im sory for the length. I call it
Magical mushrooms. A trip through the mind

Just Years, remeber that. Nothing more.
Bill are you comming soon? Why does it matter?
Nothing does. but wait, yes everything does.

Just go and see. 2006 nothing has come.
Face you away. Its comming for you.
The years tick away. Bill its all dust now.
How can I keep you away, will it all come after life?
Go out and look for things you want.
Make it happen, and then what do you have.
Here the eys are all wrong. Go back to the source.

Dance until the feeling stops, it helps.
Some math problems? You must find the answer.
Who cares about math, now look inside.
Just look at the way it all seems. No one knows you.
Its all what you make of it. Something else.
Or it just might be, the aweking of you and me.
Its the truth you seek, there's no life in death.
Open your soul and look inside. You.

Friday, Monday, Sunday its so mundane.
All the weeks go by with nothing to show. Why does it matter?
Look at yourself. I am and thats what matters.
Deep and hidden away. Its the word you seek.
The day you will find. Wensday. Look at the inside. Its what you will find
Youre more than what you need. Now go and do something.
Take it over and make it yours. Why? When will you learn?
No reason or rhyme for what has become. Its usless and Idle.
All that will be. Dont fight it or deny it and you will see.

So when your eyes can see more than your heart and soul.
This is how you know its time to Go. To become more than I am.
More for me to show. Why is it this way, you really dont know.
The world dictates it so. That we work and strive to show everyone
what wehave done. It doesnt matter. Anything you are is more than the world.
Look inside, you are alive so make it shown.

No thoughts are the same. Tell me what will be.
One can come from the ashes, the night we cant see?
To the light be show our intentions are here. Its all been done before.
Once again, more, more, feed me more. Its the best we have.
Still not good enough. What are they. No more than you can be.
Open your eyes and see.

Under my blanket I feel so strong. No one can tear me down.
Not Arnold or anyone with thier might and power can take me away.
But theres something I must say, with the power to take today.
Its a cigarette so strong. It can make me do it all.
Smoke you no matter what. Your just some leaves inside of paper.
Nothing more, no will can wake me. But I must.

Bill where are you. When will you awake and show the rest.
Bill show them how much more they can be.

What has happened here? Laughter again
What is comming, whats at the door?
Ryan Look and see what this life is to me.
Oh it doesnt matter, its all the same. Work for more. Dont do it again.
Come for me, its all I see. Fake and Oblivious. Its all around.
If you dont want it, its worthless. Nothing good will come from this.
Or will there be more laughter. If theres no hope how can life be?
When will it all come to focus. Imposter, fake, *****.
Its what you think. Its all a lie. Come for me, you cant have it.

Yellow what you want, green is where your safe.
Red purple what are you looking for. Just look and see what it is you want.
Just look and see what it is you want. Open wide, this will alll come for you.
Theres more to life you see. Always open up wide for more.
It doesnt mean a thing to me
More to this and more again. Writen on paper by a different hand.
Just notes and scribles, nothing more. Peer into the whole and see.
Its comming for us, Nothing is all. Come to the hole look inside and see.
All things can be done. Its just words. Nothing and usless.

After the fact it was all comming together. Then the money came around.
Broght it all down. Buzz, whats the answer he said?
The empty valley has it all. Its real and true.
Thats the thing that keeps me away. I cant keep my mind on what Ive seen.
Does your life show what I should be. Put your hand in mine and guide me.

Bill where are you, will this end? The answer is clear too see.
Look inside and youll find more to life. Life is all around.
It comes back and forth but no materr the fight you must stand your gorund.
All your life shown by what you have done? What is in it?
Bill where are you?

Come and show them what has become with the world.
False is the wold and all it knows. Thier lies.
Lies and misleading, take it as you wish. I wont listen. I cant hear.
Glory. Become something else, or maybee more.
More and show how it can be done.. False is the world, sick and wounded.
All that can be is taken away. There is always more but it comes from the source.

Smoke it to ashes. Theres nothing to show. Look in a miror to open your head.
Everything. And its all a lie. The words will show you where to go. More in here.
Now make up your mind. Money, money, what do you want to become?
In death you will find no answer look towars yourself. This eye you see.
Look for all the things your heart wants. Bill wake up and save me.
Theres something comming. No terifying lie. You cant stop its comming.
The truth is shown. Now is the time to make your view. You can from what has.
You can it will be. Bill come show me the sun.
The truth will open your heart, so fear him no more. Your body speaks truth.
Show respect for the things to come, and open your mind for the rest of your life.

Allison and Cindy, its nothing to help. Julie and Danielle more to see.
All just filler in life, look deeper and you will see.
Open up to the truth and all will come. Your not a God so dont pretend to be.
More powerful than you are is the truth. Everyone killed kenny. When will you see?
Listen to something. The eye inside.
Just scrape away the surface to reveal this much and more.
Its inside every person, is the hidden key. Your Commrade.
Or the lady at the store. Bill, Bill, Krakrs unite.

Fingers will point at you, and say what to do.
Dont look at them. Thers more to see. Look at yourself.
Why are you pointing. Pointing your fingers at me.
Just party and slander, more jarble fore the masses.
You go to work and fill you day. Grand thoughts of life this and the next.
What good is it. Like a piece of gum under the table.
Look at yourself.

Now is the time for the truth to burst. Bill when will you show.
Its just a name and anyone can tell you the same.
How did you try to be, to please. Its no matter until he comes.
Bill comes to test your mind. No fungus or weed will show you the way.
Cocaine or hashish, Bill comes every day.

Yes it will be now that the answer was found. Look at the truth. It knows whats been taught.
So the lesson for the people be know? Ashes rise they know not. Its in you.
Shout it out. Now sleep and rest. Knowing in the morning it soon comes.
The sun comes up for another day of work. The lies are still there.
Are you comming down now. Its about time.
The lies must end. What will you see.
The truth as we started. Its idle and watefull.
Why do you care? Just be and nothing more.

Fin