"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