Saturday, June 16, 2012

This is For



This is for the lovers, 
and those who suffer, 
this is for those who share
This is for those who care, 
for the cats that think of others
This is for my sisters, 
this is for my brothers
This is for the people who reach out, 
this is for the people who speak out
This is to remind you that the times are changing, 
and the work you've done is amazing
This is to assure you of of community, 
this is to prove to you that you are beautiful



Here We Come




Dance, dance, away your problems
Close your eyes and feel the rhythm
Wiggle, your liga-ments , 
Dance like your born again
Twist and turn, your limbs
Forget your guilt and sins
Dance with the people
Feel us near


Shake your hips
Pucker your lips
Hold my hand
Make our stand


Close your eyes 
And dance with us
Let the bass heal
The past is dust 
Gotta stop running
Feel the change coming?
Your not the only one
On your face, feel the sun
Reject the race, here we come


Shake your hips
Pucker your lips
Hold my hand
Make our stand


Gotta let the anger go
Don't let the paranoia show
Stop watering the hate
Control your fate
Time to take control
Shake yourself awake
Less copy and more create


Shake your hips
Pucker your lips
Hold my hand
Make our stand

Love Undercover



We all have a choice,
To ignore the suffering or to stand in unison
To tan under the sun, or to stand to fight with voice and feet
The revolution and the anger
Does not make us, we were born as lovers
This toil will never break us, we love undercover
This battle for oil, has made so many suffer
Human arrogance obliterates the Earth system
This hate
Does not belong to us
The hopelessness in the lives we pursue
The racism and bigotry
This pain and frustration
Does not belong to us
The terror of war and fear of rape, the forsaken youth
The hungry and poor, the love draining into bloody pools
Does not belong to us
The screaming of people in agony is haunting me
Everyday more voices added to the cacophony
Why must the world hurt for our pleasure
Why do we allow everything to die
The warm misery spatters on our eyes
The death and the fixation on pain
My deepest recess is my only escape
A tiny room in the attic of my memory palace
I sit huddled and listen to the pain and terror of the people
The untouchable with no names, shivering along with the millions of cold
Surrounded by the smell of meat and the poisoning of the soil
And the dying stench of our putrid flesh
Gas in the air and the ignorance of your stare
No place to hide from the virus of capitalism
Its tendrils wisping into my psyche
Seducing me...
with infection....
while I sleep

I Remember Losing My Way




I Remember, 
I Remember
Losing 
Losing
My Way


I believed in peace and love
Laying underneath the universe that spins above
Touching the leaves lightly when I walked
The experimental words my mouth talked
Dancing in the rain, fingers streched to the sky
Pain was a strange thing and I didn't fear dying
Humming songs not yet written
Led by instincts and not indecision
And making art everywhere I existed
I remember when being soft was not sissy
Watching the ants and bees work
Asking everyone questions late into the day
With no concept of time or design
No understanding of the grind to be mine
Laughing until my cheeks hurt
I only knew better and had never met worse
Born a child of Babylon
Not sure, I got the strength to carry on
I did not suspect or protect myself from
The weight that awaited me, this hate has forsaken me
Our roots are deep, stop shaking the branches of the tree


I Remember, 
I Remember
Losing 
Losing
My Way