[]
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
January 31, 2010
[]
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
January 30, 2010
[]
if
bell
hooks
could
write
volumes
on
it,
then
perhaps
i
should
take
notice.
January 29, 2010
[]
the first day of my job
is also
my countdown
to coming
home
January 28, 2010
[]
and the sky
opened her hands
and reminded us
of our humanity
January 27, 2010
[]
5
this is
4
my countdown
3
to
2
you
1
January 26, 2010
[]
what makes this
mystery spot
so
goddam
mysterious!?!
January 25, 2010
[]
if only theory
was as simple as
“i love you”
January 24, 2010
[]
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.
January 23, 2010
[]
yesterday, short-lived
today i brace for the storm.
tomorrow: bagsak
January 22, 2010
[]
every morning
i walk the streets
with my headphones on
and the people become actors
in my music video
January 21, 2010
[]
and i would send out
a collective sigh
for all the months
and the years
at the cost of
44 cents
per stamp
January 20, 2010
[]
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?
January 19, 2010
[]
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
January 18, 2010
[]
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.
January 17, 2010
[]
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
January 16, 2010
[]
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.
January 15, 2010
[]
you are my echo,
my nighttime soliloquy-
singing me to sleep
January 14, 2010
[]
san francisco
draped in sunshine
is the most beautiful painting
i have ever seen
January 13, 2010
[]
i guess
i could never
get used to
these puddles
and grey skies
January 12, 2010
[]
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…
January 11, 2010
[]
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.
January 10, 2010
[]
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
.
.
January 9, 2010
[]
this is my haiku:
for those times you feel like shit
or just hungover.
January 8, 2010
[]
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
January 7, 2010
[]
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.
January 6, 2010
[]
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.
January 5, 2010
[]
these city streets
have become a massive
graveyard
for the dead memories
of yesteryear
January 4, 2010
[]
let’s wash away
these m u dd ledp a st s
with a steady r h y t h m
of our futures
January 3, 2010
[]
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.
January 2, 2010
[]
the academic jargon
presented in this specific work
makes me want to vomit.