Long Line Of

Some will say,

you are the biggest loser they know.

That may be true...
(I don't know)

But look on the bright side...

The Winners needs you.

That means somewhere out there
is someone calling you a loser,
living a Winner's life.
surrounded by all these other Winners.

Having Winner parties,
Participating in Winner orgies and BBQ's,
Receiving some sort of Winner award.

(A plaque or a certificate or something.)

Somewhere out there-
is someone calling you a loser,
surrounded by flawless beautiful models,
or airline stewardess, or yoga instructors.

Loved by Winner Mothers and Fathers,
Never having to see a Winner Doctor
to Cure them of any Loser's disease.
And they will never know what's its like
lose:

love-

friends-

faith-

or they do-

 and they figured it out

and you couldn't cuz you're stupid
or something-
weak

pathetic
pitiful
or something...

Maybe they don't know many people.
Maybe they can't help but be lucky

Maybe they pray for us.

Some will ask what is to be done about the loser problem?
(That may not be entirely true.)

Look on the bright side,
out all the
failures,
losers
deadbeats
and bums
you my friend are
greatest,
the biggest among them.

You are perfect.

Like the Termite

Like a Fake Rolex

Like a Promise from 

a woman who thinks your

ugly

You come from a long line-

the one that doesn't move 

and keeps getting longer.

forming a endless circle...

You come from

a long line of-

Its okay.

[They need you 

and

from that comes great power.

For without you, they are nothing

have nothing.

They will cannibalize each other inside the winners circle.

They need you to maintain 

order in the universe in the cosmos.

Without an opposite to define themselves,

they could not exist. ]

Without you,

the winner would have nothing 

except other winners-

(and should they notice)

now be unable to

mutter-

"There but by the grace of god, go I"

punctuated

it will begin or end only with an exclamation mark!
or have I misunderstood it all ending with a question mark?

so many periods of time filled with question marks.
long periods of time filled with long pauses...

you can tell anyone you love them.

in quotation marks,
out of context-
(hyperbole)

you can think you love any one of them,
in a thought bubble.

until the bubble bursts.

ruptured
punctured
punctuated

no, we will end not with question marks,
only your answers will... sentencing me to a life doubt.

love is punctuated, leaving no doubt.

and anything other than a exclamation,
will have no point.

no ifs ands or buts.
period.

When You Think of Yoga

When you think of Yoga,
think of Jorge Ramirez Valenzuela.

They say as a boy,
He would hear voices that no one else could hear.

When He turned 18, the voices told Him, he was to go to India.

But He was a poor young man from Guatemala,
without a cent to his name.

The voices told Him to buy a lottery ticket,
so He did and He won.

When He got India, he was greeted by
a bearded man familiar to him only
in His dreams.

He trained in India as a mystic,
until He returned to Guatemala in the 50's.

He came to offer his knowledge
to poor of Guatemala.

He taught them Yoga
He taught them the Dharma
He taught them how to ease their suffering-

and suffering, along with coffee beans,
was one of the few things
Guatemala had an abundance of.

My mother told me, that when she met first Him,
she was skeptical the way teenagers are,
and dared him to prove his mystic powers.

That night an entity made of light woke my
mother and aunt up while they slept.

They screamed in fear, but
she never doubted Him again.

He once told his followers of the Templo Yoga
to protest the corruption of its country's leaders.

In Guatemala that's something you don't do.
The government took him.

Some say, letter writing and Amnesty International
got Him out, but a political prisoner getting out prison alive,
in Guatemala in the 60's, is nothing short of proof of a higher power at work.

And through Him
the ascended master teachers would speak

Karishnanda
Krishanda

They would speak the words
so desperately needed in this world,
but heard by so few.

Practiced by even fewer.

And when He died
the temple moved to a smaller
location.

His followers dispersed.

And the practice of Yoga
in Guatemala went into decline.

When He died,
there was a little more suffering in the world.

They say at night,
there is light that still emanates from his grave.

When you think of Yoga, think of 

Jorge Ramirez Valenzuela.

curly hair don't care

(B Side)


Dragons
Fireworks
Alarm clocks

Curly hair don't care

Guillotines
Paper cuts
Stop signs

Curly hair don't care

Hurricanes
Kites
Turn Tables

Curly hair don't care

Valentines
Flowers
Silly poems

Curly hair don't care...she really don't

There was a pause

(The Leonard Cohen Fan Club series part 5)

And there was a pause
between  the applause and what i knew for certain
between the bow and the curtain
between the omitted fact and the need for more
between the last act and the staged encore-

and there was a pause
between every word you spoke, and the air you inhale,
between what I heard and my dark skin turning pale.
between the our unspoken vow,
between the us, here and now.

and in that pause
I fell in and out of love
I fell from below as well as above.
I fell awake, long after the sleep-
I fell into the swallow to rise from the deep.

and in that pause
I fell under a spell, fell silent after that look,
I fell for the oldest trick in the book.
I fell for your beauty- your skin and your hair.
I fell into shock as I fell down the stair, head over heals,
pushed down by Proufrock whispering "Beware, beware beware".

Chingona

Ella es mi Campeona,
La mas Chingona

She is my champion,
the baddest bitch.

I've put my life in her hands.
Trusting her completely.

And
should we lose, we lose together.

But she can not lose,
She is a Champion.

My Champion,
the baddest Bitch.

With her smarts
and my heart,
(together)
We can not lose.

Like a Valkyrie
she will chose who the fuck will live
and who will die, upon the field of battle.
(pobres cabrones, me dan lastima)

and should Odin chose that I fall in battle,
she will carry me up, to the mercy of Valhalla.

But together, we can not lose.
(juntos a la victoria)

She is a Champion.

My Champion,
the baddest bitch.

Ella es mi Campeona,
La mas Chingona

shadow play

"My love's like the warmth of the sun
It won't ever die"-  The Beach Boys



When you shine your light on me,

you cast my shadow on the ground.

When I move closer the shadow grows.

The brighter your light the darker it appears. 

there is no escaping it.

You see me and you see my shadow.

But I only see your light,

and if I stare into you much longer it will blind me.

Until I begin to resent our arrangement in the cosmos.

So I close my eyes and
you become all shadow.

And the longer my eyes stay closed ,
our shadows play.

Until it is like a dream,
that I do not want to wake from.

But I always open my eyes,
for death, is to keep your eyes closed forever.

So, I choose to not look away-
to let your light blind me.

To be left in my mind,
left in the coldness of space.

Only to feel the warmth of your light.

Like a planet ellipses around a sun,

I get closer and further to you.

Endlessly-
Closer and further

Endless
Springs and Winters

Until you resent our arrangement in the cosmos.

 Until you Supernova-
collapsing into a Black Hole.

No one escapes,
No one spared.

And there in that hole,
I do not dream of what darkness dwells.

It Suits You

Say something pretty.

You're good with words.
(but not much else)

There has to be something you want to admit.
To lay out like a suit on your bed,
before you wear it.

The truth is the last real beautiful thing there is, wear it well,
and hang failure around you neck,
like a tie.

You have been failing at so much,
for so long.
You wear it well.

But you were always good with words.
Without them,
you're barely anything-
you're barely alive.

So, say something pretty,
lay out something beautiful to wear,
something dark
something true
something black.

As if attending a funeral,
you look good in Black.
(It suits you)

Even if the funeral is your own.