This House Wears Prevention

I sincerely wanna argue with a heated passion
but it all happens to be too green for what I need.
Don't look down on me vegans, soy would cry and plead us
for an alternative to what is served, for what is best.

There was a hostage on the migrating map which should had arrived
at a more convenient time, on the sarcastic line.
Now everyone is eligible to pick roses
but all could also be the garden within the sin.

Lord give me poems describe my soul
but don't make me a pawn of all the things I read inside my head.
This house wears prevention on a fascist pension
much more blatant than a fashion trend, I cant reverse.


You can help me but you cant hold me responsible for the zoning
where this perpetual transition has led
this perpetual transition has fed.


Should anyone see you crying when you are down
tell them you blame nobody but the times
and new days that are coming
those are new days that are coming
are better than the ones that went.

It Is Nostalgia

I know you don't anymore even think about calling me for courtesy
Your change of address was a postal mess and here all your mail has piled.

Yes you're proud and of course allowed, you don't need a man to control your resntment
I said it all, even begged you so, once you said my flaws didn't matter too much

A fool I was, yes gladly so, you loved me for a while
A fool I was, yes gladly so, you made my whole life with your smile

Thank you very much for all your care
in days of dispair under covers, you and me my love
Thank you very much for all your kisses
advice and broken dishes, they were all from you my love.

Beats, Son!

Well, it just seems like a waste
I never have enough to say
They all wear an opinion but I'm on to their plot.
I don't mean to be rude
I'm not here to be ridicule
I walk away in silence, silence is what I've known.
I've grown to own what is mine
My labor, my routine, my time
I am the vengeance, the victim, and the crime.
Sorry sometimes is not enough
I made my peace with being left behind
Your guilt does not concern me, does me no good nor harm.


I've got no reason to be here
Not a clear reason to be here
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter at all.

A minor

A shy spine that shivers when in doubt
no confidence to attach to a velcro choice.
Rooms dancing in a trance
chasing what once was a parade of walls.

When I'm down I've hit the ground
how I got here I can't recall
I bleed
I scar and bleed
Uneventful seclusions never heal.
Honest mirrors tend to hurt the most
if you ask me I would say I don't know
I bleed
I scar and bleed
I should be happy you don't say what you mean.

Mexico

My love she longs to live
in the red white and green
Mexico, down in Mexico.
She loves her rice and beans
tortillas with aji
and onions, her chopped onions.

She loves me cause I am brown
I could pass as a Mexican
we'll live in Veracruz, Guadalajara or Cancun.
She knows some Spanish songs
in a mariachi band she'll work
for beans and rice they're worth mentioning twice.

Her feet will roam while the Maya sun tans her last pores
And we'll sing about what is like to live in the once longed Mexico.

The Green and Purple of the Bruise

This must be the height of the decline
while we drink and sing, songs of our purgatorial life
We all do what we do to wash away our blues.

And this gardens of debts with their stemmed cigarettes
are lit by desire to forever burn in the fire
I assume it must be good to be relevant demanding truce.

When forever fades and it rains curtains of grey
our beaten beating hearts could not synchronize
The lesson we were to lose, we're the green and purple of the bruise.

Since we know Egyptian folklore
Has us where it wants to
Who are we to not go along
But first get us a job, a food in plate type of JOB.

The Etiquette of Hurting Someone Back

Over enthusiastic folks who trust their solar stock,
shout fire in compensating moral fraud
While Monday's mascaras are rushed on a subway track,
how can I waste my ink on nonsense like this.

Hold on where have I heard about there being times
where the quiet and the none find themselves first in line
There lurks a predatory guilt infectious sham
I meant to learned the etiquette of hurting someone back.

It has always been a dangerous world for the living
And a brief one for the dead
I've been Ok, willing my days
One good or bad decision at the time.