Does my brown skin cast a shadow of guilt
upon the history that validated the hurt
upon my ancestors rolling in the dirt
never would you have thought they were
planting me.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
see me next to you
We declare reform
but who wants to let go
the pain of the future
is to admit
who needs convenience
in isolated worlds
with insulated windows
where the life of grit and crime
is the plight of those we pass by
We scream revolution
as if status quo was a ghost
that haunts old corners
of founding fathers
fondling newborns
new rules to uphold
they whisper from cracks in foundations
we shiver how cold
is the genuine guidance
Is there a leader in the midst
or is it fickle as the mist
the pendulum swings
even for the lifted fist
Somewhere, somehow
can visions manifest
but who’s eye is right
when half looks to the left
some can’t connect
others think they’ve done it
still there are those who refuse to break a sweat
what is the hope
even for the white-eyed hopeful
is it okay if tears
cut like shears
pierce through overgrown
institutionalization?
alien infestation
of minds high on matching pigmentation
the priviledged nation
pervades landscapes
blocking sunlight
making us believe
there is only one all seeing eye
Don’t give up insight
Child of the night
Cause it is our cries
that purify
We can see clean again
when we reflect our presence
millions of angles
for 360 perspective
each vision a piece
that colors creation
speak in a mirror
and see the divine mission
thoughts of inspiration
wraps like a shield
as we are warriors that pierce through black cloak of illumati
don’t be fooled by the mockery
of our identity as children of the cosmos
we won’t be limited and told
to fight wars on ancestral lands
and to continue the suffocation
of our destined evolution
cause we plant new seed just by seeing injustice and rooting our feet
because the truth is clear as the sun
we shall stand under together
our voices in unison
Like mountains climbing
like waters rippling
we come from the deep where
untold histories are rising
cracking the cement
too many times we’ve struggled
cause we chose to oppress
But the earth shall speak in one voice
even if we think we’re different
yes brother, yes sister
we do bleed red
but when the time comes
will you break a sweat?
when the time comes
will our hands be connected?
but who wants to let go
the pain of the future
is to admit
who needs convenience
in isolated worlds
with insulated windows
where the life of grit and crime
is the plight of those we pass by
We scream revolution
as if status quo was a ghost
that haunts old corners
of founding fathers
fondling newborns
new rules to uphold
they whisper from cracks in foundations
we shiver how cold
is the genuine guidance
Is there a leader in the midst
or is it fickle as the mist
the pendulum swings
even for the lifted fist
Somewhere, somehow
can visions manifest
but who’s eye is right
when half looks to the left
some can’t connect
others think they’ve done it
still there are those who refuse to break a sweat
what is the hope
even for the white-eyed hopeful
is it okay if tears
cut like shears
pierce through overgrown
institutionalization?
alien infestation
of minds high on matching pigmentation
the priviledged nation
pervades landscapes
blocking sunlight
making us believe
there is only one all seeing eye
Don’t give up insight
Child of the night
Cause it is our cries
that purify
We can see clean again
when we reflect our presence
millions of angles
for 360 perspective
each vision a piece
that colors creation
speak in a mirror
and see the divine mission
thoughts of inspiration
wraps like a shield
as we are warriors that pierce through black cloak of illumati
don’t be fooled by the mockery
of our identity as children of the cosmos
we won’t be limited and told
to fight wars on ancestral lands
and to continue the suffocation
of our destined evolution
cause we plant new seed just by seeing injustice and rooting our feet
because the truth is clear as the sun
we shall stand under together
our voices in unison
Like mountains climbing
like waters rippling
we come from the deep where
untold histories are rising
cracking the cement
too many times we’ve struggled
cause we chose to oppress
But the earth shall speak in one voice
even if we think we’re different
yes brother, yes sister
we do bleed red
but when the time comes
will you break a sweat?
when the time comes
will our hands be connected?
ode
So there’s an old threat in town
Like old bones exhumed
Fresh from the ground
Round and round do the ghosts walk
Speak to us when we talk
like there are no skeletons
in the closet
Please don’t frown at clowns
Covering their face with white paint
just so they entertain
like ghouls maimed of pain
But then you cry when balloons fly away
and the circus leaves an empty spot
Like sandlewood forests cut
Or native trees trampled
by the cattle-ness of society.
Eyes glazed as they graze for the green
And don’t even feel the killing they do with their feet
Stomping on the history that was here
Identities clear cut when the flag
Stabbed into the land that held them up
Like ancestor’s backs
Now you push me down cause I pass for black
I mean, look back
Or am proof that oppression is a fact
To this very day
Tell me in my face that racism is dead
Of course you won’t because that would bring up dread
in the shadows of your subsconscious
where white privledge sits in dark cloaks
in quiet ritual
Never he spoke cause the magician
rolls the dice
in the roll of your eye
when you see another fight between a white and local boy
Or an ice head breaking into a home
Or an accident that bled of alcohol
Don’t think that you avoided the fall
Continuing how you are
Judging that what goes on
has nothing to do with you at all
Cause history comes back to haunt
and the demons you thought were buried
have come back and revisited
the foundations of this country
Taking control of institutions
making sure the colored are still beat
by structural violence
The bricks too heavy
For the trampled to lift
Making sure the lifestyle you live
Lessens the food and water to their lips
Weakens their mind to rise above the hardships
Not imposed by lack of strength
to pull themselves up by the bootstraps
But because they are still enslaved
in factory mentalities
makin boots to keep status quo going
that make them think they’re just worth to work
shit jobs, with crap pay
Ice and drugs are then the savior
To keep them running the imposed
rat race.
Look around
and see the shivers you feel
Cause the ghosts are free
and haunting these streets
Does modernity scare you by remembering history?
But I shall still speak
of the stories in the skin
Untold underneath the shadows of racism
Where the psychology of the past
still dominates minds to keep a blanket
to hide the fear of stereotypes.
But they are false
and we need to be free
Let the ghosts ressurrect
When we help not expecting
to be benevolent
But listening
To the stories of families broken
Cultures misunderstood
Futures taken
because of pasts abused
Don’t turn away
Like during the slave days
Sayin those with dark skin
can endure the sun’s harsh gaze
while others can be sheltered
from the guilt and the pain.
The only way to free the ghosts
Is to look at them in their face
Like old bones exhumed
Fresh from the ground
Round and round do the ghosts walk
Speak to us when we talk
like there are no skeletons
in the closet
Please don’t frown at clowns
Covering their face with white paint
just so they entertain
like ghouls maimed of pain
But then you cry when balloons fly away
and the circus leaves an empty spot
Like sandlewood forests cut
Or native trees trampled
by the cattle-ness of society.
Eyes glazed as they graze for the green
And don’t even feel the killing they do with their feet
Stomping on the history that was here
Identities clear cut when the flag
Stabbed into the land that held them up
Like ancestor’s backs
Now you push me down cause I pass for black
I mean, look back
Or am proof that oppression is a fact
To this very day
Tell me in my face that racism is dead
Of course you won’t because that would bring up dread
in the shadows of your subsconscious
where white privledge sits in dark cloaks
in quiet ritual
Never he spoke cause the magician
rolls the dice
in the roll of your eye
when you see another fight between a white and local boy
Or an ice head breaking into a home
Or an accident that bled of alcohol
Don’t think that you avoided the fall
Continuing how you are
Judging that what goes on
has nothing to do with you at all
Cause history comes back to haunt
and the demons you thought were buried
have come back and revisited
the foundations of this country
Taking control of institutions
making sure the colored are still beat
by structural violence
The bricks too heavy
For the trampled to lift
Making sure the lifestyle you live
Lessens the food and water to their lips
Weakens their mind to rise above the hardships
Not imposed by lack of strength
to pull themselves up by the bootstraps
But because they are still enslaved
in factory mentalities
makin boots to keep status quo going
that make them think they’re just worth to work
shit jobs, with crap pay
Ice and drugs are then the savior
To keep them running the imposed
rat race.
Look around
and see the shivers you feel
Cause the ghosts are free
and haunting these streets
Does modernity scare you by remembering history?
But I shall still speak
of the stories in the skin
Untold underneath the shadows of racism
Where the psychology of the past
still dominates minds to keep a blanket
to hide the fear of stereotypes.
But they are false
and we need to be free
Let the ghosts ressurrect
When we help not expecting
to be benevolent
But listening
To the stories of families broken
Cultures misunderstood
Futures taken
because of pasts abused
Don’t turn away
Like during the slave days
Sayin those with dark skin
can endure the sun’s harsh gaze
while others can be sheltered
from the guilt and the pain.
The only way to free the ghosts
Is to look at them in their face
old threat
So there’s an old threat in town
Like old bones exhumed
Fresh from the ground
Round and round do the ghosts walk
Speak to us when we talk
like there are no skeletons
in the closet
Please don’t frown at clowns
Covering their face with white paint
just so they entertain
like ghouls maimed of pain
But then you cry when balloons fly away
and the circus leaves an empty spot
Like sandlewood forests cut
Or native trees trampled
by the cattle-ness of society.
Eyes glazed as they graze for the green
And don’t even feel the killing they do with their feet
Stomping on the history that was here
Identities clear cut when the flag
Stabbed into the land that held them up
Like ancestor’s backs
Now you push me down cause I pass for black
I mean, look back
Or am proof that oppression is a fact
To this very day
Tell me in my face that racism is dead
Of course you won’t because that would bring up dread
in the shadows of your subsconscious
where white privledge sits in dark cloaks
in quiet ritual
Never he spoke cause the magician
rolls the dice
in the roll of your eye
when you see another fight between a white and local boy
Or an ice head breaking into a home
Or an accident that bled of alcohol
Don’t think that you avoided the fall
Continuing how you are
Judging that what goes on
has nothing to do with you at all
Cause history comes back to haunt
and the demons you thought were buried
have come back and revisited
the foundations of this country
Taking control of institutions
making sure the colored are still beat
by structural violence
The bricks too heavy
For the trampled to lift
Making sure the lifestyle you live
Lessens the food and water to their lips
Weakens their mind to rise above the hardships
Not imposed by lack of strength
to pull themselves up by the bootstraps
But because they are still enslaved
in factory mentalities
makin boots to keep status quo going
that make them think they’re just worth to work
shit jobs, with crap pay
Ice and drugs are then the savior
To keep them running the imposed
rat race.
Look around
and see the shivers you feel
Cause the ghosts are free
and haunting these streets
Does modernity scare you by remembering history?
But I shall still speak
of the stories in the skin
Untold underneath the shadows of racism
Where the psychology of the past
still dominates minds to keep a blanket
to hide the fear of stereotypes.
But they are false
and we need to be free
Let the ghosts ressurrect
When we help not expecting
to be benevolent
But listening
To the stories of families broken
Cultures misunderstood
Futures taken
because of pasts abused
Don’t turn away
Like during the slave days
Sayin those with dark skin
can endure the sun’s harsh gaze
while others can be sheltered
from the guilt and the pain.
The only way to free the ghosts
Is to look at them in their face
Like old bones exhumed
Fresh from the ground
Round and round do the ghosts walk
Speak to us when we talk
like there are no skeletons
in the closet
Please don’t frown at clowns
Covering their face with white paint
just so they entertain
like ghouls maimed of pain
But then you cry when balloons fly away
and the circus leaves an empty spot
Like sandlewood forests cut
Or native trees trampled
by the cattle-ness of society.
Eyes glazed as they graze for the green
And don’t even feel the killing they do with their feet
Stomping on the history that was here
Identities clear cut when the flag
Stabbed into the land that held them up
Like ancestor’s backs
Now you push me down cause I pass for black
I mean, look back
Or am proof that oppression is a fact
To this very day
Tell me in my face that racism is dead
Of course you won’t because that would bring up dread
in the shadows of your subsconscious
where white privledge sits in dark cloaks
in quiet ritual
Never he spoke cause the magician
rolls the dice
in the roll of your eye
when you see another fight between a white and local boy
Or an ice head breaking into a home
Or an accident that bled of alcohol
Don’t think that you avoided the fall
Continuing how you are
Judging that what goes on
has nothing to do with you at all
Cause history comes back to haunt
and the demons you thought were buried
have come back and revisited
the foundations of this country
Taking control of institutions
making sure the colored are still beat
by structural violence
The bricks too heavy
For the trampled to lift
Making sure the lifestyle you live
Lessens the food and water to their lips
Weakens their mind to rise above the hardships
Not imposed by lack of strength
to pull themselves up by the bootstraps
But because they are still enslaved
in factory mentalities
makin boots to keep status quo going
that make them think they’re just worth to work
shit jobs, with crap pay
Ice and drugs are then the savior
To keep them running the imposed
rat race.
Look around
and see the shivers you feel
Cause the ghosts are free
and haunting these streets
Does modernity scare you by remembering history?
But I shall still speak
of the stories in the skin
Untold underneath the shadows of racism
Where the psychology of the past
still dominates minds to keep a blanket
to hide the fear of stereotypes.
But they are false
and we need to be free
Let the ghosts ressurrect
When we help not expecting
to be benevolent
But listening
To the stories of families broken
Cultures misunderstood
Futures taken
because of pasts abused
Don’t turn away
Like during the slave days
Sayin those with dark skin
can endure the sun’s harsh gaze
while others can be sheltered
from the guilt and the pain.
The only way to free the ghosts
Is to look at them in their face
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Empathy
Empath ran from herself
Drinking the sweet of mother’s milk
She would cry because
no need to look inside
Never need to smile.
Eyes watching continuously.
Always think to hear the train come
Forever and again I seek them
to take me from where I am
Human
Always needing attention
Cause the physical is the need to be reborn
Feeling all of life
and thinking soft
Internal external world
is what we got
Think and create for every thought
Hands will have begotten
the Child born
------
Young love
So sweet the magic
of being born this body
To feel your arms
and listening to my heartbeat
as you wrap silky cloth of love over me.
Excitement smooth
Enticing, wanting more
to forever lie in your midst
------
God tells you why
when you feel your eye
widen at the sight of
tears fallen
Cause the ego gotta go
and lie down
so she knows when to chill
and let the creator
uphold the story
of these footsteps
walking like silent words
telling in action
never to plead for fame
gave thanks in sacrifice’s name
Never talk of shame.
Give thanks to the sun burning down
Like the feeling of leaves toastin
under the summer sun
Only now its because
truth all around.
Obvious
clear and bright
it touches even at night
--------
Beats lantern glow
fireflies dance
trance through darkness
in love they kiss the night
focus on good times
cause the wish is never to take
for your own
but to share
and your arms to care.
--------
I feel love
it is warm
that begins deep inside
and radiates
like a pool rippling
Never to end but always
echoing
Within vast spaces
to be one day full
Like a face smiling.
Free mind from crying
and life shall rise
like spirit flying high
away from captivity
Let go of worry
and let the moment flow
Each second is sacred
something we create
Why not give love
as a gift that we take
for us nothing at all.
Empath drinks the environment
and it fills her like water
when thirsty
tasting of the tongue
is the buds of her mind
Sound and matter
dance in a circle
choose the middle
where all is tranquil
Send a mail of hope
to the troubled
Let go the chatter.
Drinking the sweet of mother’s milk
She would cry because
no need to look inside
Never need to smile.
Eyes watching continuously.
Always think to hear the train come
Forever and again I seek them
to take me from where I am
Human
Always needing attention
Cause the physical is the need to be reborn
Feeling all of life
and thinking soft
Internal external world
is what we got
Think and create for every thought
Hands will have begotten
the Child born
------
Young love
So sweet the magic
of being born this body
To feel your arms
and listening to my heartbeat
as you wrap silky cloth of love over me.
Excitement smooth
Enticing, wanting more
to forever lie in your midst
------
God tells you why
when you feel your eye
widen at the sight of
tears fallen
Cause the ego gotta go
and lie down
so she knows when to chill
and let the creator
uphold the story
of these footsteps
walking like silent words
telling in action
never to plead for fame
gave thanks in sacrifice’s name
Never talk of shame.
Give thanks to the sun burning down
Like the feeling of leaves toastin
under the summer sun
Only now its because
truth all around.
Obvious
clear and bright
it touches even at night
--------
Beats lantern glow
fireflies dance
trance through darkness
in love they kiss the night
focus on good times
cause the wish is never to take
for your own
but to share
and your arms to care.
--------
I feel love
it is warm
that begins deep inside
and radiates
like a pool rippling
Never to end but always
echoing
Within vast spaces
to be one day full
Like a face smiling.
Free mind from crying
and life shall rise
like spirit flying high
away from captivity
Let go of worry
and let the moment flow
Each second is sacred
something we create
Why not give love
as a gift that we take
for us nothing at all.
Empath drinks the environment
and it fills her like water
when thirsty
tasting of the tongue
is the buds of her mind
Sound and matter
dance in a circle
choose the middle
where all is tranquil
Send a mail of hope
to the troubled
Let go the chatter.
rise above
Empath ran from herself
Drinking the sweet of mother’s milk
She would cry because
no need to look inside
Never need to smile.
Eyes watching continuously.
Always think to hear the train come
Forever and again I seek them
to take me from where I am
Human
Always needing attention
Cause the physical is the need to be reborn
Feeling all of life
and thinking soft
Internal external world
is what we got
Think and create for every thought
Hands will have begotten
the Child born
------
Young love
So sweet the magic
of being born this body
To feel your arms
and listening to my heartbeat
as you wrap silky cloth of love over me.
Excitement smooth
Enticing, wanting more
to forever lie in your midst
------
God tells you why
when you feel your eye
widen at the sight of
tears fallen
Cause the ego gotta go
and lie down
so she knows when to chill
and let the creator
uphold the story
of these footsteps
walking like silent words
telling in action
never to plead for fame
gave thanks in sacrifice’s name
Never talk of shame.
Give thanks to the sun burning down
Like the feeling of leaves toastin
under the summer sun
Only now its because
truth all around.
Obvious
clear and bright
it touches even at night
--------
Beats lantern glow
fireflies dance
trance through darkness
in love they kiss the night
focus on good times
cause the wish is never to take
for your own
but to share
and your arms to care.
--------
I feel love
it is warm
that begins deep inside
and radiates
like a pool rippling
Never to end but always
echoing
Within vast spaces
to be one day full
Like a face smiling.
Free mind from crying
and life shall rise
like spirit flying high
away from captivity
Let go of worry
and let the moment flow
Each second is sacred
something we create
Why not give love
as a gift that we take
for us nothing at all.
Empath drinks the environment
and it fills her like water
when thirsty
tasting of the tongue
is the buds of her mind
Sound and matter
dance in a circle
choose the middle
where all is tranquil
Send a mail of hope
to the troubled
Let go the chatter.
Drinking the sweet of mother’s milk
She would cry because
no need to look inside
Never need to smile.
Eyes watching continuously.
Always think to hear the train come
Forever and again I seek them
to take me from where I am
Human
Always needing attention
Cause the physical is the need to be reborn
Feeling all of life
and thinking soft
Internal external world
is what we got
Think and create for every thought
Hands will have begotten
the Child born
------
Young love
So sweet the magic
of being born this body
To feel your arms
and listening to my heartbeat
as you wrap silky cloth of love over me.
Excitement smooth
Enticing, wanting more
to forever lie in your midst
------
God tells you why
when you feel your eye
widen at the sight of
tears fallen
Cause the ego gotta go
and lie down
so she knows when to chill
and let the creator
uphold the story
of these footsteps
walking like silent words
telling in action
never to plead for fame
gave thanks in sacrifice’s name
Never talk of shame.
Give thanks to the sun burning down
Like the feeling of leaves toastin
under the summer sun
Only now its because
truth all around.
Obvious
clear and bright
it touches even at night
--------
Beats lantern glow
fireflies dance
trance through darkness
in love they kiss the night
focus on good times
cause the wish is never to take
for your own
but to share
and your arms to care.
--------
I feel love
it is warm
that begins deep inside
and radiates
like a pool rippling
Never to end but always
echoing
Within vast spaces
to be one day full
Like a face smiling.
Free mind from crying
and life shall rise
like spirit flying high
away from captivity
Let go of worry
and let the moment flow
Each second is sacred
something we create
Why not give love
as a gift that we take
for us nothing at all.
Empath drinks the environment
and it fills her like water
when thirsty
tasting of the tongue
is the buds of her mind
Sound and matter
dance in a circle
choose the middle
where all is tranquil
Send a mail of hope
to the troubled
Let go the chatter.
Friday, October 14, 2005
We are at a crossroads
We are at a crossroads
standing hand in hand.
Looking over the horizon
does time drip like sand.
Fast asleep is the moment
as it is drifting toward the black
Resting we close our eyes
though others never come back
laughter is an echo
tears are in secret
rooms we hide emotions
just so we forget
regret we melt like butter
sizzling in the pan
just to lick the cream
and get fat off the land
hands are in a fist
react to the taste
change the flavor
chance we recreate
scratch the surface with our thirst
digging for the truth
pure it tastes like water
we drink from the root
then we know we stand
on all the same foot
underneath us all
are the pages of the book
unfolding are the chapters
we write with each step
eyes that scan the future
read with patience
satiate the haste
turmoil and strife
open the doors
we live in same life
dancing upon the stage
some smile up some smile down
at the rise of the wave
existences' sound drowns
standing hand in hand.
Looking over the horizon
does time drip like sand.
Fast asleep is the moment
as it is drifting toward the black
Resting we close our eyes
though others never come back
laughter is an echo
tears are in secret
rooms we hide emotions
just so we forget
regret we melt like butter
sizzling in the pan
just to lick the cream
and get fat off the land
hands are in a fist
react to the taste
change the flavor
chance we recreate
scratch the surface with our thirst
digging for the truth
pure it tastes like water
we drink from the root
then we know we stand
on all the same foot
underneath us all
are the pages of the book
unfolding are the chapters
we write with each step
eyes that scan the future
read with patience
satiate the haste
turmoil and strife
open the doors
we live in same life
dancing upon the stage
some smile up some smile down
at the rise of the wave
existences' sound drowns
Sunday, October 02, 2005
see me next to you
We declare reform
but who wants to let go
the pain of the future
is to admit
who needs convenience
in isolated worlds
with insulated windows
where the life of grit and crime
is just the plight of the passerby
We scream revolution
as if status quo was a ghost
that haunts old corners
of founding fathers
fondling newborns
new rules to uphold
they whisper from cracks in foundations
we shiver how cold
is the genuine guidance
Is there a leader in the midst
or is it fickle as the mist
the pendulum swing
even for the lifted fist
Somewhere, somehow
can visions manifest
but who’s eye is right
when half looks to the left
some can’t connect
others think they’ve done it
still there are those who refuse to break a sweat
what is the hope
even for the white-eyed hopeful
is it okay if tears release fear
become shears
cutting years of overgrown
alien infestation
pervading landscapes
blocking sunlight
by making us believe
there is only one all seeing eye
Gave up insight
never knew our cries
purified
so we can see clean again
and glimmer to reflect
millions of angles
for 360 perspective
each vision a piece
of spherical creation
we are all needed
to believe in what we envision
each thought of inspiration
is a means to heal
pierce through black cloak of illumati
with thoughts
we won’t take anymore suffocation
when metals of death trudge and roll
over organic voices conspiring
we plant new seed just by seeing
injustice and rooting our feet
because the truth is clear as the sun
we stand under together
and we promise
that we shall never falter
because the histories
of black white red and yellow
have intertwined underneath the cement
too many times we’ve struggled
because we felt we’re too different
and yes brother, yes sister
we all do bleed red
but when the time comes
will you break a sweat?
when the time comes
will our hands be connected?
but who wants to let go
the pain of the future
is to admit
who needs convenience
in isolated worlds
with insulated windows
where the life of grit and crime
is just the plight of the passerby
We scream revolution
as if status quo was a ghost
that haunts old corners
of founding fathers
fondling newborns
new rules to uphold
they whisper from cracks in foundations
we shiver how cold
is the genuine guidance
Is there a leader in the midst
or is it fickle as the mist
the pendulum swing
even for the lifted fist
Somewhere, somehow
can visions manifest
but who’s eye is right
when half looks to the left
some can’t connect
others think they’ve done it
still there are those who refuse to break a sweat
what is the hope
even for the white-eyed hopeful
is it okay if tears release fear
become shears
cutting years of overgrown
alien infestation
pervading landscapes
blocking sunlight
by making us believe
there is only one all seeing eye
Gave up insight
never knew our cries
purified
so we can see clean again
and glimmer to reflect
millions of angles
for 360 perspective
each vision a piece
of spherical creation
we are all needed
to believe in what we envision
each thought of inspiration
is a means to heal
pierce through black cloak of illumati
with thoughts
we won’t take anymore suffocation
when metals of death trudge and roll
over organic voices conspiring
we plant new seed just by seeing
injustice and rooting our feet
because the truth is clear as the sun
we stand under together
and we promise
that we shall never falter
because the histories
of black white red and yellow
have intertwined underneath the cement
too many times we’ve struggled
because we felt we’re too different
and yes brother, yes sister
we all do bleed red
but when the time comes
will you break a sweat?
when the time comes
will our hands be connected?
Ode to the Activist
If I told you I was depressed
would you be there to listen?
or would my tears
Rain on your funeral march?
If I told you
I had premonitions of death
would you think my cultural lens
was negative?
I’m sorry, I guess
I clean my glasses too much
with windex.
Please see me
Cause I see you
Don’t glaze your eyes over me
like I’ve put myself out for sale
Cause I look at you
Like a precious gift
valuable, priceless
To me, you are not dispensable.
I walk the streets
my hands full of fliers
I trip when my wagon flips
on the unmerciful crossroads
Papers are taken by the wind
and my mind flies with them
as I rush to get to the other end
Chaos around the bend
I warn its comin’
by sticking signs along the way
my voice trembles to let you know
sometimes one stops
others keep goin‘.
In my heart I know you know
and you looked up when black crows crowed
think of me as the messenger
who passes the paper on the corner.
I am the visionary
who sees into the future
Something is rolling around the bend
a penny for a thought
is cheaper than death
a moment to listen and discuss
maybe on each other we’ll depend
when they come busting down our doors
and when history goes back again
i’ll want to make sure
that you’ll be my comrade then.
from latin america
to africa and asia
pacific islands and north america
europe and the ends of the world
i’ll want to be sure freedom doesn’t cost
anythin’
i walk the streets
bearing my soul
even though snipers
target my ideology
my wishing so strong
that I dare to stand among
crowds that do not know me
and I speak in hopes they realize that they do.
because my voice trembles when I relay the message
it is the many words of needed justice
I capture in my frequency
I hear you speaking
from across the world
and I am here for you transmitting
My eyes are gleaming with intent
mental pictures of death and destruction
is nothing far fetched--
Someone fell in the distance
Here the picture was painted
Do you see it, or do you refuse to clear your lens
Do you hear the crows crow
or do you not pay attention
You can stop and listen
or just walk on by,
But I hope you understand why
I’m here
I am not here to rain on your funeral march
I am not here to clean your lens
But to let you see the world that I see
and let you know that I will be your friend
I stand here speaking these words
So you know you can come and talk to me
when you feel there needs to be amends...
would you be there to listen?
or would my tears
Rain on your funeral march?
If I told you
I had premonitions of death
would you think my cultural lens
was negative?
I’m sorry, I guess
I clean my glasses too much
with windex.
Please see me
Cause I see you
Don’t glaze your eyes over me
like I’ve put myself out for sale
Cause I look at you
Like a precious gift
valuable, priceless
To me, you are not dispensable.
I walk the streets
my hands full of fliers
I trip when my wagon flips
on the unmerciful crossroads
Papers are taken by the wind
and my mind flies with them
as I rush to get to the other end
Chaos around the bend
I warn its comin’
by sticking signs along the way
my voice trembles to let you know
sometimes one stops
others keep goin‘.
In my heart I know you know
and you looked up when black crows crowed
think of me as the messenger
who passes the paper on the corner.
I am the visionary
who sees into the future
Something is rolling around the bend
a penny for a thought
is cheaper than death
a moment to listen and discuss
maybe on each other we’ll depend
when they come busting down our doors
and when history goes back again
i’ll want to make sure
that you’ll be my comrade then.
from latin america
to africa and asia
pacific islands and north america
europe and the ends of the world
i’ll want to be sure freedom doesn’t cost
anythin’
i walk the streets
bearing my soul
even though snipers
target my ideology
my wishing so strong
that I dare to stand among
crowds that do not know me
and I speak in hopes they realize that they do.
because my voice trembles when I relay the message
it is the many words of needed justice
I capture in my frequency
I hear you speaking
from across the world
and I am here for you transmitting
My eyes are gleaming with intent
mental pictures of death and destruction
is nothing far fetched--
Someone fell in the distance
Here the picture was painted
Do you see it, or do you refuse to clear your lens
Do you hear the crows crow
or do you not pay attention
You can stop and listen
or just walk on by,
But I hope you understand why
I’m here
I am not here to rain on your funeral march
I am not here to clean your lens
But to let you see the world that I see
and let you know that I will be your friend
I stand here speaking these words
So you know you can come and talk to me
when you feel there needs to be amends...
Thursday, September 29, 2005
katrina
Katrina, Katrina
Let the world see
the whites of our eyes
are tainted with glee
cause they are safe and sound
within their suvs
and the one who cries
flows like leaking levees.
Katrina Katrina
thank you for coming
brought your little sister
to say you're not joking
family is one
yet we're still divided
people disconnected
yet still we deny it
Katrina Katrina
can we understand your song
so we can sing along
together call and response
we need a dialogue.
Listen to the pain
inflicted on us all
Some are walking tall
but others still crawl
tears fall harder
when you stand too far.
Katrina Katrina
great teacher
teach us to add
the past and the future
the numbers won't fade
if we hide the answer
all must do their math
for all to be equal
Let the world see
the whites of our eyes
are tainted with glee
cause they are safe and sound
within their suvs
and the one who cries
flows like leaking levees.
Katrina Katrina
thank you for coming
brought your little sister
to say you're not joking
family is one
yet we're still divided
people disconnected
yet still we deny it
Katrina Katrina
can we understand your song
so we can sing along
together call and response
we need a dialogue.
Listen to the pain
inflicted on us all
Some are walking tall
but others still crawl
tears fall harder
when you stand too far.
Katrina Katrina
great teacher
teach us to add
the past and the future
the numbers won't fade
if we hide the answer
all must do their math
for all to be equal
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