"ROOTS"
a symbol for destruction (12-4-91)
does it matter if you’re black or white?
we’re all humans in our life
should we dehumanize because of color?
the golden rule is “to love one another”
should we live life as a racist?
if you do, there’s something you missed
should we hate because of creed?
history has the answers, so read
don’t live your life as a color
we were all put here, brother for brother
don’t let the ways of the K’s persuade your mind
look into your heart and love for the sake of mankind
cold (3-30-92)
it is so cold in this room, i don’t know what to do
it is so cold in this room, aren’t you cold too?
it is so cold in this room, ice cubes are forming on my shoe
it is so cold in this room, i think i might…achuuu!
it is so cold in this room, on the floor forming is dew
it is so cold in this room, i wish i had some hot stew
it is so cold in this room, i can see goosebumps on me and you
it is so cold in this room, and why? i haven’t a clue
it is so cold in this room, the pen in my hand is frozen like glue
it is so cold in this room, i don’t know what to do
consequence (4-14&15-92)
one button was pressed by one command
goodbyes were said for this precious land
the object whistled through the air
and all i saw was a glare
the haze finally cleared, and i could see
but what was it that i saw before me
i was somewhere where there were men in shrouds
then screaming souls ascended from the clouds
where i was i felt nothing. i felt dead
as visions of horror flashed in my head
the darkness seemed to crush my soul
it was time for me to pay my toll
CYCLETRIPTYCH
roses are red (2-4-92)
use your illusion to open the doors of perception
live by reflection and die by infection
violets are blue (2-10-92)
do you remember your end?
mirroring images is a trend
tulips are yellow (2-11-92)
go downstairs and you will surely die
go upstairs and receive your reason why
evolution (3-9-92)
man was just mere history to them; not even that
the heavens were empty
the sun was not needed anymore
there was no rest for them
they had expanded throughout the blackness
and brought light to dying civilizations
the planet was unbearable; coming to an end
when he came back again he
was like a stranger to them
was he at the right place?
it did not matter; he was the stranger, the enemy
dead
their creation for their destruction
notwhole (2-10-92)
blackness enveloped the fragile egg
streets flowed with water
the frisky newborns were set free
his friend’s destiny was chosen
an orange body; just a dot on the egg
the two lights’ occupants didn’t stop
a friend with water came with the news
the sounds and the words were all too true
a puzzle unfinished with one piece missing
that night gone; tomorrow he knelt weeping
one of life’s mysteries (1-29-92)
they were friends from the start
but later on they got torn apart
gradually they drifted away
but they saw each other everyday
their time together was over
influenced by another
maybe someday they can start anew
and remember the past; the one they knew
R (2-17-92)
the pictures hang unseen
our lips are sealed
the songs play unheard
they are branded with labels…
you can’t say that
what did you say
that’s considered obscene
the (preceding poem was) rated R
following movie is
(sand and tea [92])
help me find my sanity
it lies somewhere beyond reality
it lies where all is dead
it lies, cheats, and deceives my head
it grows and festers til’
it breaks my mind and will
am i talking to just me
help me find my sanity
sinned (11-20-91)
the old and wrinkled man walked down the street
he could see no one so he stared down at his feet
the buildings along the sides of the street were charred and black
he thought, today’s Sunday, tomorrow they’ll be back
the black rain washed away the streams of red
he wondered why he wasn’t dead
the end of the street could not be seen
he looked around and remembered what had been
the rain would never stop, the sun would never shine
he looked toward God to see if it was time
the fall of man had come from his hand
he knew what it would demand
the man went a little too far
he couldn’t control something so bizarre
the stars would never twinkle, the world would never live
he looked toward God, but He would not forgive
slaves (1-28-92)
the rain would never stop
the earth would never be the same
they all went a little too far
not knowing who to blame
the process a neverending cycle
in which they all live through
they created their own destiny
one which made them start anew
their past was gone
their story never told
they live for the future
until the mysteries unfold
sound waves: the beginning (4-7-92)
all answers are found in the hands of time
my brain is drained, and i cannot find
any thoughts to write on this paper of mine
a cool breeze tingles my skin under my coat
i resist my cold and clear my throat
from this point of view there is no hope
a wave of laughter rolls through the air
only to disturb the secret souls of despair
one life to live, so they don’t care
they take, so we don’t forgive
with each other we have to live
we make mistakes, but we don’t forgive
deep within us all we have a friend
unseen words to all we send
hoping to find someone who knows what we intend
statistics (2-18-92)
a man is fried like a fry
the innocent die
addicts commit suicide
the homeless multiply
and you ask why
try asking the sky
and he might reply
an eye for an eye
you don’t say hi
too late for goodbye
the condition (1-29-92)
the moon shines on us all
we fail and take the fall
the sun heats up our days
we are trapped like mice in a maze
the stars light up the night
we are unknown of our might
the wind blows the clouds away
we live missing day by day
the beauty of blueness in the sky
we gaze and wonder why we must die
the foundation (4-30-92)
dead birds drop in the distance.
White mimes walk the streets.
Acid falls from the sky,
And people don’t know how to eat.
Chairs sleep on the sidewalk.
The library cannot read.
Money has no weight,
And stumps stand in the weeds.
Black buildings cry.
No night and no day.
Dumbells crushed them,
And teeth rot with decay.
Try asking why,
But you won’t get a reply
Because they’re all gonna die
For their ignorance.
the imaginary mask (12-10-91)
there was a man before our time
his face was a puzzle in his mind
he turned to the mirror for a sign
but what reflected he could not find
a dimension of perfection
an image of deception
a dimension of perception
an image of infection
the portal in which he crossed over
made his appearance look better
he was loved by all and altogether
now he was trapped forever
the man learned his lesson
like who you are and everyone
for that’s who you were chosen to be
don’t be decepted by the mirror like he
the jury (5-13-92)
i look at you, and all i can see
are judging eyes staring back at me
am i looking at you or in the mirror?
you stop and stare. I don’t want to hear her
we’re all different, but we’re all the same
we’re just pieces and pawns in the game
programmed by me and programmed by you
i look at you differently, but i still can’t see through
the masquerade party has started, and you can join us
i forgot, you’re already here, and attendance is a must
the prisoner (5-4-92)
i can’t let him out for he will make a mess
he wouldn’t know where to go; he would live in distress
he knows me well, and i know him too
he holds my intentions, and you can’t see through
i hear him cry every now and then
he wakes me up, and it starts with confusion
sometimes he even listens to me
but i try to hold him back when it’s not me
you might see him rattling in his rusty cage
waiting for a time to release his rage
the unknown (4-6-92)
the pictures get covered with sand
the shutters close tight
stars blink in the darkness
the system slows down
breakthrough to the other side
living with what we don’t have
seeing what we can’t explain
hypnotized by our self
it ends as it began
you wake up------OR------eyes open
do you remember?
think about you (4-13-92)
the raindrops don’t fall like they used to
the days aren’t just the same
the sun doesn’t shine on you
and i am to blame
the days pass, and the nights carry on
gone forever and taken from me
you were the sunset; you were the dawn
now incomplete i will always be
i long for her lovely scent
i have my pistol drawn
i think about the accident
and say, life must go on
(together [5-11-92])
the wall separates you and me
it stands its ground against the powers that be
i only know the stars and the sun
you only know the darkness
a mind block set up by me
you have an unhearing ear
brick by brick you and i grow
apart
wake up dead (1-15-92)
the world exploded…they came forth
the intension to livebut
the will to killthe one of destiny
arrived the puzzle of nothingness
blinded him
paint it black
they deceive the weak; they let none
change…they are rare
the two worked as onethe laughter
will end soon
i can’t stop the way
death lurks in allthe laughter
is fadingthey banded together but
fadedthe laughterthe rain will help
the rain
trees have branched offtwo stayed
togetherhis mind made him choose
it was covered upthe child made him choose
jewels and never enough
addiction
the pain beneaththe blood rises
the will to kill…nothing
the pleasure hides their painthe drug
for power, life, pleasurethe suicide
turn off the lights
the path of each will be chosen
set rulesbreak them all
he exists in time but none can see
they kill they look up
confused
the lesson knownothers
forgothe wanted the sacred things
up down he dreamt he fell stop
listenthey wanted him all along
from the place help… but wait
the end
wasted (4-15-92)
dead dreams clutter my mind
they waste and occupy my time
unreachable to the touch
maybe i’m wanting too much
my path is a fork in the road
as stress weighs me down like a load
i keep my hopes up high
but that doesn’t give me a reason why
i should even try
my life is finished and done
only used and wasted by one
way of life (2-24&25-92)
our umbrella is getting holes
chocolate and vanilla is not a flavor
we wear foxes
do not tread on me
we aren’t wearing hats for protection
the darkness looms over us all
we fight the unstoppable
we live for the unthinkable
programmed not to repeat the past
in the end we destroy ourselves
web (4-1-92)
the coldness brews inside me
the emptiness; hollow
the darkness surrounds me
the storm is on its way
blurred faces occupy my mind
shattering memories haunt my soul
there is no way out
time slips through my fingers
gone forever into the past
as it weaves my tangled body
y! (11-6-91)
why die
when you can multiply
why care
if you don’t have to be there
why live
so you can give?
what is the solution
to our delusion
maybe in our mind
we can find
the right key
to let us be
maybe. maybe not
it’s just a thought