A reccount form my state
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Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Our own gathering
The big man
With big words
And shinny shoes
Claims that he knows best
Than the ones made of corn
The ones of the color of the earth
Yet
When the rubber meets the road
The promises of help go away
And the excuses and justifications walk in
The wishful thinking of the ones in power
Is that death will arrive quickly
By pollution
Deforestation
Crude oil spills
Sadness
Longing for the old times
And the lost land
Cultural genocide
Or a lucky bullet
From a paramilitary’s gun
As so much darkness accumulates
In the backs of the ones who walk low
They believe that the will of the people is dead
And they go back to the comfort
Of transgenic corn
And dream of harvesting large GDP’s
From barren lands
Yet
For this degree of madness
There’s a ray of light
In the sounds of the gathering of nations
Smiles blooming
In the eyes of children
Accompanied by the hearts
Of warriors, elders and healers
Of generations past
We lift the darkness
For life and death are the same to us
And because they don’t know
That we are one
We are one
We are one…
With big words
And shinny shoes
Claims that he knows best
Than the ones made of corn
The ones of the color of the earth
Yet
When the rubber meets the road
The promises of help go away
And the excuses and justifications walk in
The wishful thinking of the ones in power
Is that death will arrive quickly
By pollution
Deforestation
Crude oil spills
Sadness
Longing for the old times
And the lost land
Cultural genocide
Or a lucky bullet
From a paramilitary’s gun
As so much darkness accumulates
In the backs of the ones who walk low
They believe that the will of the people is dead
And they go back to the comfort
Of transgenic corn
And dream of harvesting large GDP’s
From barren lands
Yet
For this degree of madness
There’s a ray of light
In the sounds of the gathering of nations
Smiles blooming
In the eyes of children
Accompanied by the hearts
Of warriors, elders and healers
Of generations past
We lift the darkness
For life and death are the same to us
And because they don’t know
That we are one
We are one
We are one…
Monday, November 30, 2009
Chuntareando the anniversary
It's hard to believe that this little experiment has been around for three years now!It has gotten hard to find the time to post, but it continues to be fun and fulfilling.
I promise to keep at it
Ueeepa!!!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Seeing while flying and sleeping
I dreamt of you
While taking a deep look within me
as high as I had ever been
as far I had traveled yet
the ghosts of of visions past
blurred my sight and desires
and your silhouette manifested itself
not as what I wanted to see
but
as mystery
of another story of love
while I was desperate
and condemned and yielded
to that which is beyond understanding
then
one day
while awake
you opened the door
to your labor of love
your heart
and my madness
while I reassured you
that dry pears are awesome
wikis are traditional dances
that it is OK to laugh in nightmares
and confessed to you
that if one day
you decide to fall in your sleep
you should know that I'll be there
to tickle and catch you
because that's where I first saw you
the day that I dreamt
the darkness where I lived
ended a day long before I met you
when I dreamt of you
While taking a deep look within me
as high as I had ever been
as far I had traveled yet
the ghosts of of visions past
blurred my sight and desires
and your silhouette manifested itself
not as what I wanted to see
but
as mystery
of another story of love
while I was desperate
and condemned and yielded
to that which is beyond understanding
then
one day
while awake
you opened the door
to your labor of love
your heart
and my madness
while I reassured you
that dry pears are awesome
wikis are traditional dances
that it is OK to laugh in nightmares
and confessed to you
that if one day
you decide to fall in your sleep
you should know that I'll be there
to tickle and catch you
because that's where I first saw you
the day that I dreamt
the darkness where I lived
ended a day long before I met you
when I dreamt of you
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Digging deep
I got bobby’s small axe
The will of the mountain coming to me
And walk yonder
The injustice sleeps
I refuse to see more death
When what fuels me is life
The warmth of my beloved
Inebriates my nights
And allow my skin
To refuse pain
Valiant stubbornness
Risk and madness
Huapango and blues
Drum and smoke
Shake my soul
And to the beauty of life
Makes me attuned
To sing
To the pile of madness
An unlikely song
Where genocide tryouts
Last a lit match
In a thousand years of culture
Loneliness finds community
In the depths of the soul
And heart break
Can be an inspiration
The will of the mountain coming to me
And walk yonder
The injustice sleeps
I refuse to see more death
When what fuels me is life
The warmth of my beloved
Inebriates my nights
And allow my skin
To refuse pain
Valiant stubbornness
Risk and madness
Huapango and blues
Drum and smoke
Shake my soul
And to the beauty of life
Makes me attuned
To sing
To the pile of madness
An unlikely song
Where genocide tryouts
Last a lit match
In a thousand years of culture
Loneliness finds community
In the depths of the soul
And heart break
Can be an inspiration
Sunday, November 8, 2009
The grassroot organizing dream
The monsters under my bed
And the skeletons in my closet
Have agreed
To help me move my feet
And raise my fist
And the skeletons in my closet
Have agreed
To help me move my feet
And raise my fist
Thursday, November 5, 2009
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