Monday, December 21, 2015

No Heroes, Just Victims





Imperialism is economic cannibalism
Class war, demagogic-ally driven
I’m no denizen, of this evil kingdom
Stigmatize crimson, and steal freedom
Radical left indecision, utterly scattered in schism
Inverted socialism with their capitalist prism
All symptom of a system
Driven by materialism
Even the atheists wait for dictum
No more heroes, everyone plays the victim
Making up shadow foes, you lack the wisdom
Practice praxis, and take your war of situation
Fight against the suction, of hedonistic seduction
On the road to freedom, you’re a fucking obstruction
Overthrowing lords and fiefdoms, its deconstruction
It don’t take Columbo deduction, to see this corruption
Downwards we tumble, poor people pummeled
Get ready for the rumble, smash, make this culture rubble
Our efforts gotta double, fast, while we fight the good struggle
Alas, right next to capitalism, you snuggle
Our mother earth is troubled, in the day you talk the walk
About social change, and how to stop the cops and such
While you lay, you dream of the wealth, fame, and stuff

Sawed Off Mentality




The system falsely claims
Life is a giant game, and
The rule is, no pain, no gain
Stained, with too much blood,
Too much death, too much anti-love
We’re deranged, with frozen hearts
Strain, a little, to get ahead,
Try to feign, try to fake the part
Stacking meaningless figures,
Just aimless goals, aimless souls
Time to take back,
All the shit, they stole
Fingers scraping, down the money hole
The credit, oil, and ore,
Rules the fucking world
The puppet masters,
order us, “to do what yer told”
The poor peoples lay,
shivering, and cold

It’s same shit, different day
Another black man died today,
They killed him right in the open
Murdered by the state, locked up with hate
The whole fucking pen is broken
Where are your tears,
Where is your anger?
All you got is fear,
And a sense of danger
Claim you hate to see people suffer
But steady avoid the news,
and use bullshit as a buffer
Life doesn’t get better, it gets tougher

The youth are dyin,
Everybody poor,
Is on the grind,
Stuck on this ladder with no rungs,
Nowhere to climb,
No fucking breath in our lungs
Plastic smiles,
telling me everything is fine
Surviving off tiny crumbs,
survived all the crimes that we’ve done
In this quicksand, we claw and we twitch,
find a niche that ain’t there
Pay a fare for blank stares
I gotta, sawed off mentality
our souls, cast off in perpetuity
Feels like the end, but it might be the beginning
We may hate our lives, but we still love living

Maintain the Subversion



Return from war, managed, with no blood, on my hands
Ten years of battle, in forbidden lands, according to plan
No vitriol or desire, refusing to cower, no more trance
Never stole the fire, because the ivory tower has none
Left breadcrumbs, never lost sight, of where I am from
Find love, when you finally stopped searching
Gathering my strength, maintain the subversion
My shirt is stained red and my hand is open
I can breathe a little, but I’m still choking
Capitalist zombies, walking dead, we’re still broken
Dark comedy, no one is what they want to be
What is wrong with me, callous fallacies?
I never ever, supported the government
Don’t believe in gods, or anything heaven sent
Disgusted by Hollywood, and the fake world they make
This reality is lewd, profits, the only thing we can create
Don’t listen to the radio, or drink Pinot on cedar patios
Feet in the barrio, desensitized, but yet I still feel
Don’t own a television, not participating is my real

Monday, November 30, 2015

HerCube




I cook rice
I love her unconditionally
I feed the cats
I try to heal our hearts
I cry sometimes

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Immobile Commiseration








































































Immobile Commiseration

The wax bubbles
Washing away
My troubles
Making me forget,
This fucking hovel
No one is more
Deserving of shit
It’s not a lesson to be poor,
And to serve the rich
No reincarnation
No past life connotations
One life, one world, no nations
Only one stop at the station
Live that precious
Life with passion
And always be brazen
My life curling
In oily clouds,
Embittering
My immobile
Hallucinations
Everywhere
Feeling sabotaged
Revolution folding
Into commiseration
The subdued are due
Revolution
Isn’t a substitute
Or a rebuke
To a economic dispute
Fickle, with no fortitude
The new world eludes
All but the multitudes
Crippled now
By, spooks and fools




Concrete Viruses





To the urbanites
The few leaves
Only shade
The concrete
And the breeze,
Carries rotten garbage
Madness slithers
Over my itching skin
Nihilism and viruses
Looking for a way in
For an orifice to infect
Wasting time, neglect
Time, oh this
Precious time
Trickling between
My careful fingers
Dazzled by these
Illusionary
Possibilities
Painted so uniformly

Monday, April 20, 2015

City Weeps



I tend to be, much more lost than found
The voices on the street are selfish songs
In addition, they sound all the same to me
Maintain, try to stay sane and on course
Weary, of the concrete, metal all around
I miss the flowers and the redwood trees
The death of NYC was a sad sight to see
I lived here when she bled out on the streets
Weeping in the city that never sleeps
Over, is the era of Brooklyn, now it's all about Queens

Keep Your Doom


Resist the nihilism
Slow your gluttony
Always study systems
Class war smells like bacon
Keep your doom, scumbag
Radical transformation looming
Find and maintain your human
Whatever the cost or loss
Study the cause of sabotage
Capitalism is a fucking wash
Everyday on trial
Everyone, in denial
For every lie revealed,
Another is lost
Infected by the spittle,
That you cough, gimme swath
I scoff at Nabokov and this
Perpetual
Sadness and sickness,
Just can’t keep it off me
Oppressed to desperation
By the bourgeoisie
While class war
Brews all around me
You may one day
Find yourself, soaring
But lose your connection
Strive to amass wealth, hording
Weapons, for personal protection
No more dystopia
And futures of woe
The future can be better,
Then it was before
Heart became bitter,
Always cold
Like its always winter,
Followed by storm clouds ‘n
Cold dinners
Shivering sleep
The owners deny us,
Happiness and health,
Today may hate you,
But perhaps, tomorrow,
Can be filled with love
Living like this Earth
Just ain’t good enough
Stop hoping sun,
Plant some seeds in the ground
Great leaders go and they come,

But we need you right now

Tuesday, March 24, 2015