n-judah

[]

i would propose:

a drum set, driver’s side

guitarist in the back

some dude slappin’ the bass

and we

are the chorus.

.

because this feels

like a mothafuckin’

mosh pit

 

all about love

[]

if

bell

hooks

could

write

volumes

on

it,

then

perhaps

i

should

take

notice.

 

soul-cal

[]

the first day of my job

is also

my countdown

to coming

home

 

grey

[]

and the sky

opened her hands

and reminded us

of our humanity

 

10,9,8

[]

5

this is

4

my countdown

3

to

2

you

1

 

santa cruz

[]

what makes this

mystery spot

so

goddam

mysterious!?!

 

a labor of love

[]

if only theory

was as simple as

“i love you”

 

doctr ine

[]

i

am th

e writer. procra

stinator. like womb.

like ink bl

ue. like blood sh

ed. wounds on pape

r, produce d

ogma that we build o

n. relevance in th

eoery. coher

ence & pol

emics.

 

calm before the…

[]

yesterday, short-lived

today i brace for the storm.

tomorrow: bagsak

 

uncle benny’s doughnuts

[]

every morning

i walk the streets

with my headphones on

and the people become actors

in my music video

 

closure.

[]

and i would send out

a collective sigh

for all the months

and the years

at the cost of

44 cents

per stamp

 

blue-padded seats

[]

bart to berkeley-

i’ve traded my car for a steel train,

mapped out terrain across seamless plains.

darkness connects east to west

like smiles on these

faces.

.

i pen my notepad;

pulled-hood covered half my face.

“we’re all going places…”

well,

aren’t we?

 

ode to my manong

[]

i’d like to tattoo your struggle

on the skin of my heart

so in the morning

i am reminded

of your wisdom,

of the pain,

when the spear of the colony

was forced down our throats

and we were relegated

to an afterthought.

because, this we why we educate-

on 6th & mission

in a sea of brown faces

that look just like me.

because this is why i write

these simple words

so that you will never fade

until i my days of gold.

so that you will never have to wait.

i will be reminded; the day we stop burning with love,

our people will die from the cold

 

premise & findings

[]

chapter 1 – intro

chapter 2 – literature review

chapter 3 – methodology

chapter 4 – pages and pages

chapter 5 – who ever reads this stuff anyways?

chapter 6 – cheers.

 

ay ayatan ka

[]

was once a boy

robbed of a broken tongue

swimming down

streams of consciousness

leaning towards towering cities.

.

was somehow drawn to this one

because back there-

didn’t fit in

but here, i plant my roots

and they grow

.

was once a strange arena

is now my home.

because of you

i am not so smalltime

anymore

 

pin@y educational partnerships: spring retreat

[]

i have a weekend retreat

starting tomorrow

8am sharp

i’ll make sure to bring my thinking cap.

i’ll make sure to bring an open mind.

 

:echo:

[]

you are my echo,

my nighttime soliloquy-

singing me to sleep

 

62 degrees

[]

san francisco

draped in sunshine

is the most beautiful painting

i have ever seen

 

51 degrees

[]

i guess

i could never

get used to

these puddles

and grey skies

 

lost my keys again

[]

my new years resolution this time around

was to put together my scattered brain

organize my thoughts

into peculiar little boxes

carefully marked with checks and balances

yet, when i came back

to this cold apartment

temperature dipped about 15 degrees

from what i was accustomed to.

they say that san francisco tends to do that you know.

now, i wasn’t sure if it was the cold that got to me

but somehow, it took about thirty-minutes

to find those ironed shaped thorns

lodged between the corner of my couch

underneath the mattress and the bread crumbs.

.

i let a sigh fill the silent night,

looks like its going to be a long one…

 

high.horses

[]

porcelain manes

shatter anyways,

the higher they are

.

until you learn.

silence is most powerful,

and faith

is your revolution

.

so here is my paragon:

i really don’t need yours

from this point on.

 

green tea melody

[]
solar de cahuenga
sippin’ on green tea
need that caffeine
to keep me
.
because after this
i’ve got miles and miles
asphalt and dark roads
straight to san francisco
.
southern california sleeps
until the day i become free
because that’s when i’ll return
then you can keep me
.
because when i return
that’s when you can keep me
.
.

 

morning.

[]

this is my haiku:

for those times you feel like shit

or just hungover.

 

poetics

[]

1) anais nin

2) charles bukowski

3) malcolm x

4) peter bacho

.

i breath your

rapid

creativity like my dreams.

transfigured slumber

once stagnant to waking life

 

the hip kitty

[]

i witnessed a man give birth

to jazz theory.

on stage,

with mere mortals staring back.

walls adorned with ripened colors

framed with oak trees.

low brim hats, fedoras, and red wine.

the lack of smoke fills the air,

along with off-beat melody-

snappin’ like peas.

 

[tall as] skyscrapers

[]

your echo reverberates

off window panes,

behind layers-

smog: the bi-product of metal scrapping.

.

los angeles.

tall as skyscrapers,

in the shadowed vein of the 10 freeway.

westward i go.

.

closer to you;

in 3:00 pm traffic.

minding my own

business.

 

prickly pine needles

[]

these city streets

have become a massive

graveyard

for the dead memories

of yesteryear

 

cleanse

[]

let’s   wash away

these   m u  dd ledp a st s

with a steady  r h y t h m

of  our      futures

 

four eyed

[]

i use scotch tape,

to fix the cracks

of my wide eyed gaze-

lenses that have seen a majority

of fuck-ups, i love you’s, and ephemeral vocabulary.

its about time i exchange this perscription

for a fresh pair of contacts.

 

rick bonus

[]

the academic jargon

presented in this specific work

makes me want to vomit.