its not the lining of the heart or the medulla that is swollen it is pain of the spirit anger at the lot resentment at the lack of fairness and extreme abhorrence of the violence in my orbit of which you know that i know i cant fly its just wishful thinking a survival mechanism from a childhood taken so there is absolutely no need to pathologize my just being human i understand youre just the man with the accreditation and i can get that my other man under the bridges of my nation is working on the fly both bringing me the holy candy to take the edge away of the inevitable lesson of having to turn the other cheek but due to heavy handed legal messes summoned by the maternal book of ancient testament coming in direct conflict with the law of teeth for teeth coupled with Eve and Adam’s eye disease i bear the mark of all mankind and gift of favorite sons free will is not for you to harvest in the laboratories of supply at no discount price for first time users
Spirituality
arena
el sol hoy es mujer
con un vestido de arco iris
las bestias de toda especie
se mezclan en el desierto ajeno
a todo lo que amo mas
los dioses de las estrellas
nacen y mueren en el mismo suspiro
pero lo que no cuentan
es que un suspiro es una eternidad
los ríos correrán de abajo a arriba
y la civilización esta clavada en una nube
fuera de mi alcance
pero a lo que veo
es mejor así
enterrarme en la arena
areia
o sol hoje é mulher
com um vestido de arco-íris
as bestas de todos os tipos eles
se misturam no deserto alienígena
a tudo que eu amo mais
os deuses das estrelas
eles nascem e morrem no mesmo suspiro
mas o que não conta é que um suspiro é uma eternidade
os rios correrão de baixo para cima
e civilização está preso em uma nuvem
fora do meu alcance
mas o que eu vejo
é melhor assim
me enterre na areia
sand
the sun is a woman today
with a rainbow dress
the beasts of all kinds
mix in the alien desert
with everything i love the most
the gods of the stars
they are born and die in the same sigh
but what they don’t say
is that a sigh is an eternity
the rivers will run from bottom to top
and civilization is stuck in a cloud
out of my reach
but how i see it
it’s better that way
bury me in the sand
primo uteri
parting the sea
holy roller wave
loving spirit on the way
piercing through the sun
God interprets Guernica
today God tried your
painting method using skies
and tiny trickled
markings on the sand
He got most of the lines right
clouds and horizon
pebbles and calm waves
well what do you think Pablo
looking at His work
thinking not half bad
you suggested a line there
between sky and land
His and your eyes met
creating soft puffs of light
witness of splendor
Atet
dark
to light
the passage
of long lost time
resurfaced in my
Coptic mind wrapped by the
ancient ones who now travel
through the layers of abandon
our Queens have risen to guide again
sun rays of Ra sail through the gates of gold
silenced we wade the paths of the faithful
three portals inviting to our souls
even in death there is danger
of us making the wrong choice
before we exit to
our homeland beyond
the binding ties
of judgment
swift feet
board
for Jim Morrison
tall
stoic
silently
looking at me
with tears in their eyes they prayed to my crow
she flew into the clouds to fetch a ray
of old wisdom
the sisters
smiling
at
me
waving
gold spirit
pointing to the
north to stars and wonders ancient mothers
tending to their flock of wild night children
wind through their veins
kisses blown
angels
swoop
down
kiva
thunder roars
inside their wombs
with holy flesh of nations born of fire
and love traveling to the paradise
the mothers are
in the wind
quiet
strong
solo ella
me puedes cerrar llenarme de bardas
encarcelar a mis hijos
los trópicos de virtud
me puedes prohibir libertad
robarme el aire
puedes envenenar mis lagos
asesinar mis volcanes
destruir mis montanas
derramar todos mis mares
aprisionar mis nubes y las estrellas también
negarme a los dioses y santos
quemar mis veredas negarme el campo
podrás apagar mi sol y la luna
abortar a mis milagros y todas mis flores
cierta mente puedes herirme y terminar
con mis hijos enyerbar mis ojos
cortar mis venas y explotar mis riquezas
podrás negarme los secretos celestiales
y un simple trago de agua
pero nunca vencerás el amor de una madre
só ela
você pode me fechar me encher de cercas
aprisionar meus filhos
os trópicos da virtude
você pode me banir da liberdade
roubar minha respiração
você pode envenenar meus lagos
mate meus vulcões
destruir minhas montanhas
derrame todos os meus mares
aprisionar minhas nuvens
e as estrelas também
negar-me aos deuses e santos
queima minhas trilhas me negam
o campo você pode desligar meu sol
o lua abortar meus milagres
e todas as minhas flores
certamente você pode me machucar
e terminar com meus filhos
meus olhos cortar minhas veias
e explorar minhas riquezas
você pode me negar os segredos celestiais
e uma simples bebida de água
mas você nunca vai conquistar
o amor de uma mãe
only her
you can close me off with fences
imprison my children
the tropics of virtue
you can ban me from freedom
steal my breath
you can poison my lakes
kill my volcanoes
destroy my mountains
spill all of my seas
imprison my clouds and the stars too
deny me the gods and saints
burn my trails
deny me the field
you can turn off my sun and the moon
abort my miracles and all of my flowers
certainly you can hurt me
and finish off my children
cut my eyes cut my veins and exploit my riches
you can deny me the heavenly secrets
and a simple drink of water
but you will never conquer the love of a mother
apostasia
i love to see Your sunflowers against the purple skyline
Dodger Stadium is to the north and we can hear the tender laughter
then i think of what can happen if You ever got tired of us
the baby cries with hunger and the kings collect their gold
children toil in fields of garbage and the kings collect their gold
women die a thousand deaths of spirit and the soul and yet the kings the
kings collect their gold
the man full of life at dusk while en route to the dawn the poisons of the snakes have found him
i against i
i against Your image which is mine
You watch me eternally as i fight against i
the more i do the more i die the more they’re good the more they cry out for mercy
i’d love to see You in the smile of a baby in the streets of Babylon or at the wedding of a girl truly in love
can You smile at the old woman while the sound of the shot aiming at her
blows out
how about in the fevered cancered mind of the split livered alcoholic at the bottom of Bunker Hill
is there mercy in me knowing all the reasons that You hide
or do my resentments keep growing in my belly like a child
why do i have comfort and others do not
cloister
here we are sisters
with foot firmly on the ground
our arms extended
to the north paying homage
wind take our prayers to God
words less spoken 