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the following was written by the author:
?WHO AM i
) the birth of a poet recollected....
1977, 16 , August(
born bastard ,
a bloody raisin wheezing life
from polluted lungs
the doc said, "the king is dead!,
elvis, that is, but your son
not the prince but the paup.... (too poor to include the "er") ,
"has somehow rolled
his way into these dying times
of Rock overthrown by hip-hop", ( the following announcement
7 pounds 11 ounces of revolution)
the nurses bop thier
Afro- heads, with clenched fists
pointing towards heaven
like brown angels in coup d ' etat ,
(a rebellion is born, when a poet is scorned)
Rushed home to the Lower east
where men in black were reading
each others obituaries backwards
starting and ending a movement in the rain
Someone said "nuyorican"
and a whole bunch followed
a baptism of fire
left the child a burning bard
FUCK WHO SCORES HIGHER! (if the door SLAMS, the door SLAMS)
i just want to be a poet.
and rhyme with the tongues of bums
pushing loose and wrinkled sonnets
on a silver cart ready to take off
and die and be where Pac and Big
take a Pinero Poetry workshop and
exchange notepads , loving, like brothers
enjoying the music of words like "ahhh..I
feel that line", while elvis peers over my shoulder
hoping to steal a line.
johnbinet
If You're Blind Stare at a Rainbow
My president stares down the barrel of a gun
Begging cowardly not to die
He calls the anointed son
My president stares down the barrel of a gun
Answers come from no one
Violet devils circle in the sky
My president stares down the barrel of a gun
Begging cowardly not to die
Miss Liberty's breasts are bare
No milk will be served today
Ask Palestine if they care
Miss Liberty's breasts are bare
American children spray paint their hair
Freedom is defined this way
Miss Liberty's breasts are bare
No milk will be served today
Love is a four-letter curse
Never say it to a Jane
It's better if you steal her purse
Love is a four-letter curse
Have epileptic intercourse with a nurse
Keep her needles away from your vein
Love is a four-letter curse
Never say it to a Jane
Your mother most likely is your father
It's not fair kids cry at night
A sister can be stronger than a brother
Your mother most likely is your father
Dreams rarely ever bother
To survive you must learn to fight
Your mother most likely is your father
It's not fair kids cry at night
A sky is really just a painting
If you want to cry sing the blues
This world has been deceiving
A sky is really just a painting
No one admits what they are faking
How much longer will you obey the rules?
A sky is really just a painting
If you want to cry sing the blues
The thought of heaven makes you horny
Your penis gets caught inside the dream
All your life you never tried to be happy
The thought of heaven makes you horny
Mary seduces you from glory
No one hears you when you scream
The thought of heaven makes you horny
Your penis gets caught inside the dream
If your blind stare at a rainbow
It's all the same deception
Even deaf people hear the mambo
If your blind stare at a rainbow
In the evening there are stars that ramble
Those who cannot speak give direction
If your blind stare at a rainbow
It's all the same deception
To be honest I write suicidal poetry
All I see in the world is hate
Writing words of metaphoric misery
To be honest I write suicidal poetry
Everyone is cursing the country
Even the Cardinal is losing faith
To be honest I write suicidal poetry
All I see in the world is hate
My Reasons
if you saw what lies
underneath my mask
if you were let in
to the empty corridors
of my heart
if I let you feel the hollow
space where the tears fall
and the soul dies
if you let my bloodstains
remind you of yesteryear's pains
if you search my eyes
for rainbows but find only black fog
if you taste in me unidentified misery
if you touch the calloused crevices
of my burnt skin
if you sing to the dying melody
of my breath
then you will know my reasons
for poetry
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