Babies

Crazy
month for
weddings and babies.

I'm around that age,
it's around
that time.

people I know,

getting married.
having
babies.

Babies.

I had a dream
where I
was holding
a
baby.

I didn't recognize the mother.
I felt unsure.
and this was just a dream.

I want some kids,
I want a wife,
I want
a home with a picket fence,
and a lemon tree.

These thoughts
have just flooded
me.

caught me unprepared.

Made me feel
worried,
that I
was running out of time.

I was going to resort. I was going to have to settle. I was going to have to...

Whoa Nelly!
Hold your horses.
Hold on there.
Stop the presses

What am I thinking?
I am guy.

I have no biological clock.
I look the
same.
I look young.
I'm a badass....

my kids will be born brilliant beautiful brown little bad asses!

all in good time.
all in good time.

There will be time 

for picket fences 

And lemon trees 

Yet.

Crazy month
for weddings and babies.
Crazy.

09'

Evil Elvis

Elvis
was dangerous,
surly,
rude.

The devil's music and
a simple country boy
scared the preachers,
fathers
and
made teenage girls scream
for reason
they couldn't
fully understand
yet.

He was a thief, public enemy number one, and evil.

So,
Uncle Sam drafted his
ass.

Gave him some pills to go to sleep and cut his hair.
Sent him back,
but like coming back from death, your never quite the same.

Elvis
went to Hollywood.
Became a race car driver, a boxer, a kissin cousin,
a flaming star,
he became domesticated.
Castrated.
and Safe.

the movies killed him.....

He once made a flick called
Kid Ceorol.
There stood elvis.
Singing about
how evil he was.
in a white tuxedo and bow tie..

He looked like a evil waiter,
but a waiter none the less.

The girls still screamed,
but
it just wasn't the same.

08'

Monty Got a Raw Deal

(for montell)

oh hell no!
Monty got a
raw deal.

Fox
fucked em up.

Monty,
got canceled,
for tellin all the white folks ,
soldiers died in war.

Monty got sucker punched, blind sided hardcore, that
not even
psychic
Sylvia brown,
saw coming.

The Fox people
wanted Monty to pine for Heath.
Comment,
on a brokeback life,
they wanted a knight's tale.
or at the very least
10 things he hated about Heath.

so it goes
a single actor dead is a tragedy.
28 soldiers souls is
a statistic.


Monty got a raw deal,
for tellin all the white folks,
soldiers die in wars.
This war.
Soldiers died in this war
and nobody knows their names.

In the future everyone will be famous.

08'

its the glasses

I don't want to disappoint you,
the superman
you've imagined
can fly,
he can leap tall buildings,
cold breath,
heat vision,
he can save you.

he can fly,

although, it's clark kent that
loves lois-

he loves her, 

and clark's just people,
he's pretending-
he wants to be like her
he's wants to just be ordinary people-
just like her.

he's the same guy.
and all she can see is the glasses-

I don't want to disappoint you

so I pretend

I;m just people

I'm just ordinary people

I do not wear glasses

but it's all you see

you still seem to see 

only yourself

in the glass

that isn't there.

09'

Gustavo Dudamel

"The music saved me, I am sure of this."
you said.

Gustavo
Dudamel-

mad man,
wild hair,
and
possessed
by god.

not only
a conductor of
music
but
of electricity-

a
rod
conducting
lighting through his
body
as the divine sound of
Beethoven, Mahler, and
Bernstein...
heals.

In
Venezuela,
"el systema"
gave you a shot,
because you were poor.

arms to short for the trombone
so
you played violin.


blessed by god and socialism-
you
conducted.

at first, only in your head but then for the pope.

you were poor in Venezuela.
you could have been a thief,
a beggar,
a carpenter,
a shoemaker sniffing glue-
but
you were blessed by god and socialism.

Welcome to Los Angeles-
a city
where there is never money for education,
let alone,
a cracked
violin
(made in china) for the hands of its
colored children.-

Gustavo
you will be
king of
los angeles
philharmonic.

king of a city
that speaks your native tongue in
restaurants,
bus stops,
car washes
and
prisons.

Welcome to Los Angeles-
you said
you'd go into the poor neighborhoods
and bring the music.

because the poor
here
and the poor of Venezuela
are the same
as the poor anywhere.

you will save a life with music,
I am sure
of this too.

08'

HAPPY FEET

This is an open letter to penguins.

Hey,
what the fuck?!

You're birds,
fly goddamit,
fly.

Flying is easy,
You just
let
yourself go.

and go off into the air...

Don't be scared of falling.
you haven't
even left the ground
yet.

its too soon to worry
about
anything
of that
nature.

don't be scared of how to land,
these things
just happen,
naturally.

don't be scared,
be....
free...
You cant dance so don't give me that being diffrent shit.
The unknown is
always scarry
sometimes fustrating,
but worth it,
because
you cant
always have
happy feet
firmly planted
on the ground.

08'

slight pause

I've been silent for awhile.

in my life
i
needed a slight pause
to
gather my thoughts.

a pause to
come to a reckoning

of what it has meant
in few words, as possible.

I will miss those kids, and with all my heart
I
hope i have made a difference for the better.

I will never be completely certain,
and this made me pause.

how will i know?

"how" is the
rational mind,
the heart just "knows".

I wanted to pass on something I know,
something that did not require the
elevated mind of the Buddha
to
comprehend.

I told them.

"We all make mistakes,
We all make mistakes,
We all make mistakes,
it is what you do afterwards that tell you who you are."

it is not profound, nor earth shattering.
just something for
them to
pause
and think about.

it won't solve all their problems.
but it might help with some.

I reckon that’s good enough

08'