The Devil Said No

How do I impress ears courted by recycled grace
When I tried not to care, I took a glimpse fearful to stare.
I know why I grew bored from the woman I once loved
Because I want my blues heartfelt from the Devil's shoes.

Could I? Should I? Would I? Will I? To the Devil sell my soul for better Rock 'n Roll
I heard about Robert Johnson and the curse he brought to the '27 club'
But the Devil said no
To me he said no

Sure I remember where was I headed, why would he buy what was guaranteed to fry.
He said "you're gonna have to be you for the rest of your life boy",
I thought you would like to know
That the Devil said no
To me he said no.

I think I'm gonna have you when I'm done playing this tune
I think I'm gonna have you like we both know that I should
So don't you argue with me,
You know I can't be too long without having you
Too long without you.

Battery One Dollar-The Devil Said No

1) A Book Is Not A Book Without Its Smell Bloom there to loot in a wounded stanza with a confusing passwords. It’s a harsh way to reach across the empty ether to bed a friend. Johannes. By your own words this is a sermon, this is now revolt. And young Gutenberg preferred his intros with crescendos. Johannes. A Book is not a book without its smells, any fool could tell. You are fashion from a distance here you’re standing on your own. Hear me if you please, listen to my pleads, for all I know for sure is that I was on. Burn me with some scratch, I am 59’ Jazz, if you miss the hiss, well I had more to give. 2) My Friends Wouldn’t Dis You I want you maybe I want you baby, I want you maybe baby for awhile. Hold me till it’s time to crash, I know you as the indecisive type, though my interest will die on command, anticipation eats me up alive. Now I am losing sleep going against what I’ve preached. I know you as the immature type, a torture my libido demands. You know you got a longing, you know you got a longing heart, well get it right. My friends wouldn’t dis you, my friends wouldn’t mind. You know I could never miss you cause when we’re done we’ll say goodbye, we will say goodbye. 3) Tragedy In A Bench You are walking around with your head in the clouds and you don’t know what to do. You ain’t got a can to kick around so a bum on the ground will do. You are a very small man, a prelude to rocks against tear gas. A very serious charge against a serious man with a televised outcome. Rigged thyroid now we’re stunted growth, there’s no poetic empathy. You are a very small man, a novel a tragedy in a bench. It is bound to crack like a digger’s back with blatant fingerprints. Is not the dead you are grieving for, is for the company you’ll obtain. You are a very small man, an epilogue to an occupied page. 4) I’ll Never Leave You Love will never leave you overnight. Once it has reached you, it will never die. Freedom at our fences, freedom within a box. Love lives for lovers not for freedom in this world. I’ll never leave you, how can I live without you my darling. Well I don’t think I can. 5) Got Born So today has me nostalgic down to my shoes. There’s no need to hide I got the recycled blues. Here stoned stumbling instead of Rock n’ Roll, I wasn’t born to be clever but I did get born. So today has me whiskey bound to you. A carbon copied wedding of our nightmare’s womb. I hope you could hear me, yes I hope you could hear me cause I do my best to keep up with you. Yes I do my best to keep up with you. 6) Daniel Johnston Had It Right You said you can not remember what we never had. I’m no Daniel Johnston, Daniel Johnston had it right. It’s a believer’s veil to be a lonesome paddle for an arc, when I had imagined, imagined a drought. I am one with the sentence ‘madly in love’. Being true with my madness, being schooled by forensic notes. It’s the gentlest way to seduce you, the weakest anemic attempt. I’m no Daniel Johnston, Daniel Johnston said it first. The blur and falsehood, they make their stand. Don’t let delusions be the ones to hide. 7) Uncertain I feel I got here way too soon, I should not obsess over you. This I know that the love you bring it’s only mine to hold on tight. If it’s only a battle against time, waiting on forever might be right. If I could, I’ll prove to you that it’s not right to be apart. Love uncertain love, you offer me while I ask for more, say you’ll forever stay here with me, don’t you leave. Never have I met someone like you, to leave you now I can’t do. 8) I Didn’t Die At 24 Had I been the son of someone who gave a name maybe with less discretion I would be the same. But No one asked for me, no one asked for me. Half educated jubilated I am mostly drunk. I am a man to take my failures in my blemished soul. But no one sings with me obnoxious as only me, yeah no one asked for me. I’m not my father’s seed. And I didn’t die at 24 my scars and I, we’re just getting old. 9) My Obvious One The world is new but not vacant in borough and sleep. A mirrored compulsive replica of a snake’s tail gulp. My obvious one loves me and I love her so. When I’m sad she calls me so I could fell good. Well I had enough with the asking, “Why is she your choice?” Well have a little just a little, she’ll be yours. My obvious one loves me, my obvious one loves me, Maria Juana loves me and I love her so. 10) An Open Letter I’m not saying that you should go away but you promised more by today and it’s a long way off. The deals you don’t share is language of you own, like scriptures in the wind, designed to age in storms. And I feel young at heart but not naïve enough to last. So please don’t you break our hearts. Should you feel compel to restore the trust that at one point sold like blindfolds in a fall. It is up to you, so far the closest to the used. It has rhythm if it shakes, if it cripples it’s a loan. No one is here to borrow a dance from your load. When you were graffiti art, you were a movement not a compromise. So please don’t you break our hearts. 11) It’s A Cry And Wolf It’s a cry and wolf, proverb and ruse. Decapitated brand in a boy’s romance. It’s a flash of fraud in a billboard’s prose. A marketer’s crotch never says no. Holding loose will just not do. A celebrated glance of what one could have. Seems like a bargain, seems like a touch of divine intervention that one could afford. The hinting, the teasing, the push and the pull, the breakdown, the meltdown here to unwind.

Quantum Benevolence is a Casualty

Walking down Leonard street the houses were in an unaware Christmas tomb state, left there for archeological gold, the volcano that had yet to erupt. Your ash will be my ash. Revere your delusions my dear acknowledged board member there is only room for one decision. Victor and I had come to a disagreement over the quality in the latest album by The Valentinos, I for once thought that although not nearly as inviting as their previous work, it had the charm of a band whiskeying it for the fleeing glory. It wasn't a revelation but it would had been too forced had they attempted to match the wall of bravery they had endure in the recording process of previous years. My point was and is, we get old in body and get weary at being our own worst critics. Victor was too passionate about his distaste of the piece, he described it as 'going from Halle Berry to the girl from Precious' I laughed then but now writing it down it just seems too mean, poor girl from Precious. What if one day these words happen to reach her ears, how would that make her feel, I'm sure she has heard mean jokes at her expense before but this insult was brilliant. I regret writing it down but I wont deleted. It is there. If it is or not the intention, invoking the possibility makes it a reality and quantum benevolence is a casualty. I wish skateboarders will land tricks more often at least when I'm around, there’s a lot of attempts and seldom clean landings, a friend of a friend said something like this once while I was thinking that I've never called a blind man blind, unless his moniker requires me to do so. All the thoughts a volcano could bury. This is going in the records. If its already burning we shall lick the lava. “I don't need any Mexican mild pungent condiment in my whiskey at least not til Horus' birthday”, I remember singing while on the sidewalk but maybe it wasn't Leonard street. It no longer feels like summer.

On Come Condolences

“Perhaps Before”
Is it fair to ask you when will you be done
with the one you are seeing cause here I am in line
No I can't write you Neruda type poems
But I could recite him, yeah him and Dave Grohl
Cause when its over perhaps before
You better be a' waiting for me to take you on
I could be patient but don't know for how long
You and I are both in motion
and eventuality will take us where we belong

“When The State Has Won Them All”
You said I had to move away, I could no longer call this my place
No matter which way I would turn “I could not defeat eminent domain”
Because my roots are here your fancy suits I can not fear
So when you bring in the law you better bring it well reinforced
How could I fight in court when the state has won them all
So bring it on for the progress That you've claimed
this injustice must look me in the face
We will have to resort to an old fashion fight between right and wrong
I know the time is here and your shiny guns I can not fear
Farewell humble skyline of old its a lost cause after all
The end we were all born to know I'll find it here in the place I call home

“Probably Or Possibly”
Probably or possibly yeah whatever the odds
it would had been better to heal than to pick on the scar
But I refuse to lose the memory of you
Only the saddest song the saddest song feels like home
Whats there to do never got over you
There's been life, change, suns but to no use
Probably or possibly you will never know
Its gone beyond love now it feels like a helpless ghost
I've remained the same though I've tried to change
I'm getting to think that's all I am
I'm getting to think it should be enough
Probably or possibly if I could get it right
I'll do my part whatever it takes to have you back

“Chances Are”
You tend to exaggerate about the state I'm in but I haven't yet unravel
You could look the other way what looks bad it's bad it is a losing battle
Goodbye if I have known you goodbye
Some of us get old and some of us don't try
You have said enough what is done is done and you should not bother
Chances are the night could turn
Into regret I know
If I don't see you again
I hope you'll miss me my friends.

“A Plenty Of Many”
I walked cause I am somewhere
Or got pushed this way
No is not shame which I am fearing
Just my honesty out of place
Who where and how
Was I a good friend
Was I a pond or a river
Of unnecessary rants
The night belonged to strangers
Now I belong in bed
My head between two pillows
is what I remember

“You're Complicated Like Tetris After Level 14”
Do we shiver because of the cold
Or we shiver cause we know where the night we go
You've been persuasive now give me war
Give us plenty in this mistake to own
I'm not stressing like I used to
When you walk away from me
You're complicated like Tetris after level 14
You're complicated and yet so easy

“Well Aware”
Its a sad sad day when insecurities make their way
and they land on the hour when she left in make up and smiles
Shes well aware of this jealousy I have to bear
to trust is the way, we agreed on so she could stay
Will she comfort me, will she comfort only me
its not guaranteed I hope she comforts me
I don't know what to do its always something unwelcome new
that might make her see we're not meant to be

“December Seventeen”
So he came and died unnoticed he must have had
a once vigorous strive a once poisoned heart
Scavengers can not mourn a feast which is adored
a once vibrant heart now a juiceful one
Change was what it was his crimes only as a man
and once he truly was before legend had its chance
Dealers in the courtyard blind by the sight
of the first to kill the others
fighting for a land that will never have a lord

“The Day I Lost You In The Crowd”
On the first Willie-burg stop
I was either there or nowhere
With a cliche half held cigarette one among poets
fake tourist poets broken glad spread
over the current into the current one and the co-rent
Sirens were heard to say “can't intimidate whats not sober”
I was there on my fifth straight day with my promise to soon recover
when one discover that what was good is done
on to another on to another on to another
Fashion was art and art was ripe, ripe for the fucking
everyone is demand and it has began, on moves in the market
with bonds in perverted pocket, novelty ash trays
sold at the corners sold at the border sold at my corner
That was the day I lost you in the crowd
The day I lost you in the crowd
I might had seen you grab a cab
The day I lost you in the crowd
The day I lost you in the crowd

“First Riots In Your Dreams”
It starts on the streets
First riots in your dreams
Its planted in your head
For you to get out of bed
It comes with a price
Which you'll recognize
As an honorable act
“Its all on our hands”
It goes as far
as the changing of the guards
The shaping of a mass
In the same map
It ends with the new
Local foreign grip
Who leads you to believe
They were with you on the streets.

Surrogate To None

Sorry my friends but I must say
We all talk where is not our place
What matters to me is to just let it be
can't analyze every theme

What makes a right a 'right' is the right to avoid
what I wont just own in saliva and voice

In time my friends we all could say
we talk just too much shit
So sell it to me the will of the free
a transcript that arranges your need

But you talk too, much too while I'm drunk
And you kill my buzz which is getting harder to afford

A seance was fix for the logic priests
the authorities that could intervene
they all agree what I had for long perceived

That you talk too, much too while I'm drunk
And you kill my buzz which is getting harder to afford

To whom I know and to strangers
May I be surrogate to none
I am flesh and poetry
of the cheapest kind
just a passer by
with my bones.

Spoilers of The Now

In the new year change
will surely come our way
But we never had it
never had the jet packs to replace our legs.
Spoilers of the now
expecting the clowns frown
But we never had it
never had Krishnamurti on our sight
There's a bell which rings
with a bleak sound that could pierce
the fragrance of the cocaine city
well mannered as we sleep.

I ain't fearing no glaciers
Nor republican votes
cause I'm about to expire
before the end of the world.
How pop could you get song
how low will you go
who's gonna recognize
who you've been ripping off.

Through Our Door

Living just has to be
whatever we may need
To make things work out
sometimes you shout too loud
I hope your patience is not short
many farewells I have known
One from you for sure
will undoubtedly hurt the most

Will you settle with me
knowing you could meet
A thousand better men
a thousand better men
You know its gonna be hard
for me to bring cash
through our door
cause I hate my job

I just cant explain now
I promise to clean up
Is not complicated
I just wanna write songs till I die
I'll write you a million songs before I die.

D.I.Y.

I trust the city will do me no harm
I trust your hands strike like mine
I blame my disillusions if it doesn't leak art
When the 'do it yourself' is for someone else

I saw myself walking down Fordham road
In some words I've written with a forgotten tone
And it has been stated sold as advertised
live information brought here to die

I trust the city cause there is no shell
my freedom poems will be vintage hell
Don't start your arguments just to be done
you can't celebrate your martyrdom when you're gone

Since we are all leverage
In a news channel's bed
with a news' poll distance
offering me what is best.
Don't act like you know me
You are one to obsess
with your transparent bigotry
about realms you can't posses.

This Ain't An Altruistic Smile

Yes you may jingle my song
it could sell by the bunch
Its alright, ain't nothing wrong
cause Dylan sells Ipods

We've all become affordable whores
ornaments on stock
What would Dylan write
if I was his canvas.

But this ain't an altruistic smile
tough I could smile for a while
As soon as you pay me
you can have my service, you can have my service.
You can rent a cervix.

Its alright Ma
I'm only expanding my audience
No longer bleeding
Just busy here being.

A Vague Interpretation of the Sentence Being Served

It's like I am the person who never was
quite prepare for the unveiling of the consequential glare
My passiveness and I have the potential to see a lot of great things pass us by
Just a minuscule glitch, nothing the Lo-Fi Redemption can not fix
It is a wrong man's world when the opposition is louder than my voice
It is a vague interpretation of the sentence being served

There must be something I could do
For You
Let ME Know.

Somewhere in the Bronx

Those evangelists with their microphone
are way to loud or am I too close
Plus an ice cream truck who won't move along
has parked just outside while cars alarms go off
Its a good rap song but blasted loud as fuck
my guitar joins the noise somewhere in the Bronx.

Then Coco comes and barks at all dogs
from the window that I just can't shut
cause the heat melts bad into worse
If I go mad
it serves me right
cause I drank
my getaway cash

Its a shouting match only rain will put out
Dead Indians dance, dead Indians rain dance
In your afterlife, in your afterlife.

Where I Rest

Hold on darling I'm just drunk
was not with anyone you don't know
tough I've gotten home late
at least I know where my head rests
Next to you is where I rest

On my way here I wrote a song
about the forgiveness you have shown
and tough I've gotten home late
I always know where my head rests
Next to you is where I rest

If complications they make it hard
for me to get to you,
I'll try mys best, I'll try to be by your side.

Near Geneva

Only I alone am Rock n' Roll
It should had been said on my horoscope
I don't care if we are all Pisces
if its human to seek answers
There are machines who will deliver us
Yeah invoked around Geneva

These last days of triumphant daze
I'm having more, I wish I had it all
Of what is mine for the taking
I'm going out guns a' blazing
We're like a corpse fleeing the grave
dead is dead here and anywhere


Old prophecies from dead prophets
Don't get to Google each other
This coincidence got me worry
Cause they're poking black holes
Near Geneva

In A Marquez Dream

I counted 3 maybe 9 or 17 billion dwellers of the mind
none in disguise in a field of tar
in a Marquez dream I devoured my time
and when I woke up
for I had to wake up
My genes were taxed.

And all mantras poked fun at the words emerging from an incoherent void
with odor and shape plus the luxury of taste
there were obsessions for everyday
I expected some nostalgia and an impulse before
here I find me somehow smiling
We were in the future now.

The dispute brewed the concern grew
there were those ready to assign others worth,
The coverage of the roar didn't matter much
All bigots have a calling some wear uniforms
and it's a pretty
yes it's a pretty
burdensome cloth.

I turned into a phrase from my Descartes days I felt quoted but not embraced
In a Marquez dream where my memory had leaped
I was dwelling in my my maze
I expected some nostalgia and an impulse before
here I find me somehow smiling
We were in the future now.

Nothing has been the same since you went away
Innocence just has no place
before its birth.

I got my optional forevers
I could love you forever
by chance I may agree
to never regret my own words.

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.