R for Revolution

green light.

everything seems to stop.

friends in a black dodge pick up truck.

four doors.

listening to a song dealing about having a lot of fun.

charles is driving his friends out for spring break.

the beach awaiting them.

various drugs in the trunk,

while they pass a fat joint and getting crunk.

four locos is their favorite choice.

the long road is dark in front of them.

no soul in sight just their crazy heads.

SILENCE like if it was a trap.

the girls are getting car sick from being sitting down for a long time.

the driver yells “shut the fuck up! you only live once!”

hearing this made me realize

time is running out, 

stupid choices are governing everyone!

liberate our minds. 

eradicate the thought of swallowing the world with one bite.

Yes, yes, yes.

we only live once, but do it wise.

the girl responds, “green light!”

as the gas is being released into the camshaft,

we see the light in our right

and to the left, an obscure path.

suddenly, the left seems to be occupied.

millions of people giving us their back

trying to make a mantle

over the fire consuming their every desire.

the black truck

filled with super gods advances straight ahead,

forgetting the left and right, 

due to the fact of their naive choices in life.

thinking, steel is my body,

and my life is flooded with immortality.

i can not be killed nor die.

the big bang destroyed their life.

coming from the left,

the fire consuming their every desire.

finally, the beach has been waiting for them.

the scenery is priceless

not like a precious gem.

a person can not buy entrance 

to the coveted paradise.

a hand covers their eyes; sudden blindness.

struggling to fight the strong hand, 

they take a peek at their desires.

A shore with once clear, blue water is conquered

by the red liquid of fire.

bright lights flood the scene and sets the end of their dreams.

new flowers.

when the spring comes,

renewal of our old, scaly skin

is shed.

leaving a trail

of white, raw epidermis

cooked under the bright sun of the east.

the trail,

the trail leads to a place

where king uncertainty

rules with a blindfold

across his sweaty forehead

caused by the tears of his god.

working hard to maintain the peace

of a community where he lies to constantly.

the blindfold,

the blindfold covers most of his sight

leaving little hope to the prince certain.

the end is nigh,

i just sit here and wait for them to close the curtain.

a trail of dimmed light

caused by your actions of today

is what’s left and right.

for every action,

there is an equal

or opposite reaction.

consequences can cause dismay

and even make you to stay

in for the night

to see your future in a better light.

wasting your time

will only hurt your mind.

there is not much left in this world.

america should invent how to sell time back

and forget about the war in Iraq.

Do what you like,

and stay out of other people’s lives.

live your own and stop wasting your life.

start.

walking down the street,

i see faces that aren’t real.

no familiar beings.

in my head, i say “i really can’t sleep!”

as the people walking around stare at my feet.

shoeless.

the criticism feels so real

eating my soul; i’m restless.

i can’t remember anything.

everything moves lento.

it feels like Memento.

swinging arms into the busy streets,

punching the windows in the automobiles,

and i just freeze to listen to the alarms.

the people are all fucking down.

i see a blue blur coming round a window.

wild wild west style, 

the big blue pulls out his gun,

but i have just BEGUN.

i am a believer.

i care for simple things,

i pray to a supernatural being.

i don’t know who he or she is,

or why even we put a label on sex,

but i know there is that extraordinary energy

that’s beyond our imagination

and it can not be created or explained by a human being.

i still pray to catholic gods

st. jude and st cloud.

the virgin mary is also on my itinerary.

every day, i dream about the day

when we finally see with our brain,

our energy.

religions are pass my age,

it’s like believing in santa clause.

my mind is a cage!

i’m enraged when these people

come and do the cross,

when they are not committing to a purpose.

what a loss!

have a good night.

you get to a point in your life when you don’t know what to believe so you believe everything.

making the world revolve around mainstream America will poison the throats of our children.

black dresses that leave very little to the imagination, stilettos to give shape to the calves worked with sweat of single moms, and blue cigarette smoke contract my lungs and contaminate the gift from the goddess of the dark, the moonlight.

heads bobbing to the music at a rapid rate to facilitate the flow of alcohol to the head.

tip jars that add to the economy of debt are full of green skin from a frog waiting to be transformed into the prince that will rule this world.

see the faces of the night feed the everlasting, red and orange fire of the underground.  flames bursting to burn the sins of the knights that fought the war of religions killing thousands at once.

everybody is blind wearing their commercial style of clothes that conspire against this world.  over priced shoes that make a douche look like a clown with the long knives sticking out.

i see the moon and it’s full of microscopic flies that shine the burning color of the Horus.

war time.

the sea of blue

with swirls of white cotton,

north, south, east, west winds soaring above you.

the thorns of our god

illuminate and give a bright shine to the machine forced metal

parting the Egyptian cotton sheets in the sky

making a line of life or death.

birds in the sky prancing around

in their evening gowns

ready to bathe in a pool of red.

the white swirls become pitch black

with the emittance of the death of the French.

FALLING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.

birds fill the sky with their shiny armor

spitting fire through their mouth.

their winds flapping to the left and right, 

evading the rocks from the ground.

life or death lines.

the horizon has slipped

into the evil clasp of Set.

sun and moon fight.

moon winning one.

sun winning coming back around.

never ending war,

“till death do us apart”.

FALLING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.

the world turns upside down reversing the nature of things.

the sand dances

in the hands of the natives

making water turn into bullets of hard rain

delivering a massacre to the once beautiful sky.

the birds.

FALLING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.

Horus is losing the fight

during his allotted time.

the sky opens its mouth burning the ground

with intensifying flames of wrath.

making a stage for the devil to devour.

one nation making a domino effect

killing one by one by the man.

conspiracies for the love of power,

but where is the POWER OF LOVE?

our tainted lives have been hurt.

the greed of kings and the new green of legal tender of “Allah”.

human-made absurdities

will bring an end to our land.

our land that once was green with pasture fields,

the green blades, ever so sharp, levitate

with the west winds coming around.

the spring time is bringing color to the world

while the man is thirsty for blood.

the sheep, cow, and horse seem to understand the nature of this world.

but the man,

the man blinded with frustration of not understanding its nature

kills savagely to prolong its tenure.

the trees blossoming its flowers

have holes of distress.

they want to be liberated from the stress of that man.

children are reminded that this time will pass,

and they just ask, “but why?

the green is now red.

the rain is now death.

i do not understand!”.

hiding under the bed,

not from monsters in the dark,

but from the birds.

FALLING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.

lies.

i spit in your face.

i laugh at your face.

because people who do that

deserve just that.

open your eyes and believe

that one day it will come around.

the thing that you do are obnoxious.

i can’t stand the stupidity of your statements

when you say everything will be a-all-right.

left like a kid forgotten on the doorsteps

of an unfamiliar house to die.

you broke the bond that we had.

now,

i just laugh.

an empty feeling.

numbness corrodes my veins.

i want to feel the rain,

but i don’t feel pain

just empty spaces within my cells.

promises that murder people

not just in the inside but physical.

i want to burn my skin to see how it feels,

but it’s only ironical.

no pain. no life; when you lie.

naked.

open your eyes and see

the world without clothes.

forget your identity

just focus on the blemishes of the universe.

realize that the truth is nothing but a figment of our imagination.

absorb the ideology of humanity.

we are so lost in this mortal world

we forget the immortality in the literary.

it hurts

but it’s an ephipany of life.

we die.

die.

we realize the truth laid there naked in front of us

in the light.

the ignorant race that we are

will not discover the secret of life;

unless, we walk around naked.

penis flapping around,

and vagina airing out.

in this world, there’s only you and i.

together, we will find peace within our minds.

your presence made me forget about the troubles that haunted my mind.

naked truth but no lies.

fuck clothes,

wear your birthday tux.