1. |
Shunday
00:22
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Watching her adjust the jacket that covers her shoulders
Revealing the soft Sonoran skin beneath
My tongue is tied like El Clásico
But we're only present like this for but a brief chapter
Our lives intertwine like the trans-continental cement roadways that stretch over this once-good Earth
The Old Gray album ended as I pulled up to the house
2am but the sky was still a polluted orange color
We leave behind so much
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2. |
Persephone
00:23
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Persephone
My eternal smile cracks at the thought of seeing your hands decay with age
As all things youthful and flourishing must one day go
You are the patch of sky still illuminated by the sun on a dreary day
Glowingly beholden
Engendering both the hopes and wishes universally shared by humanity
An untamed rose growing wild within an abandoned European garden
Souvenir éternel
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3. |
The Grey
00:18
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Woven words
Radicalization doesn't sit well with others
But harmful complacency doesn't sit well with me
Open your eyes and see the world for what it is
The grey mush being churned out by your institution is worth investigating
Just look down
And actually see what you're consuming
Put the spoon down and grab a shovel
Rebuild
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4. |
Diva
00:09
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Dirty mirror selfies and drinking stories
Wasn't much for poetics or allegories
She refused to eat
Yet was always pleasantly full of herself
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5. |
Bliss Quest
00:08
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There's no time
Everything is fragrant
Gliding tongues move across lips to taste the rain
In nocturnal winter
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6. |
Sickly Sagittarius
00:16
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All your friends are sickly Sagittarius
But you know that they can't hang with us
I saw them from beneath the bottlebrush
Scraping at God's green earthly crust
But that dust couldn't be obtained or extracted
So my thoughts grew didactic
Without faith, cuz I lacked it
And drew the entire storyboard for Who Framed Roger Rabbit
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7. |
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They tore up the field where I learned to play frisbee
Nostalgic destruction has me feeling just a bit dizzy
I guess this early twenties life crisis finally hit me
I'm too impatient to wait for the bus
So I walk
And think about the people who don't eat the crust
Of their pizza
They teach ya
To complete all tasks
Greek life students will never take off their masks
But that's their loss
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8. |
ETHN Readings
00:35
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The Spanish forced the indigenous Californians
Out of their fertile grasslands, valleys, and lakes
Into bland colored walls
Malnourished. Diseased. Overworked. Homesick
And told them that a white man who had been dead for over a thousand years was their only savior
Your families still worship him to this day
Then the American white man came along
High off of his own Anglo-Saxon ethnocentric ideals
The concept of manifest destiny was bound in racial superiority
They set up a caste system and discarded the natives
Through blatant genocide or casual indifference
But no utopia was ever born from the assumed inferiority of being non-Christian
Ptolemy lost the empire
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9. |
G-Cal
00:15
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I congratulated Julian on attaining US citizenship
As I planned out my birthday celebration
Following a long day of work and class and more class
I could only make it to frisbee practice for an hour
Following a phone call from my brother sharing that his best friend had hung himself that morning
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10. |
Barrientos
00:19
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You followed me around all night
Eager to win my affections
But I was oblivious to your advances
Only until you coerced me to brush my teeth
After easing me through my alcohol poisoning rehabilitation
Did I understand
Asking for my consent before the clothes came off
A choker on my nightstand
An earring in my bed
My heart in your hands
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11. |
Reflection Eagle
00:12
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Scum of the Earth
I walk
Egoless elitist
Spewing advice from a radical mind
I am blind
On this perch
The eagle can see nothing below him
But he is closer to God
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12. |
Home for Grave
00:15
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Driving north to shed tears
People surprised you're home
"Mr. BigShot came back from the city"
"What brings you back?"
Forgetting that you were once part of this community
Forgetting you were a product of their culture
Their money
Their labor
That you are their equal
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13. |
1/25/17
00:26
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Driving down La Cuarta
On a sunny California day
I wish you were still here George
To do keg stands on Half Christmas
And catch first down passes on Turkey Day
Packing bowls in Pam's garage as a preemptive measure for late night snack attacks
Cleaning your vomit out of the backseat of my 'rolla
Is but a fond memory now
I'm glad the voices in your head are silent
I hope you found the serenity you were searching for
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14. |
Cracked and Bleeding
00:16
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Hands are stiff from the lack of rain
Cracked and bleeding
They huck stones at passing cars
To break windshields in frustration
From the political climate
Which refuses to bring moistured solace
So the students at Berkeley make fire
With their hands still cracked and closed
Fuck fascists
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15. |
Vertician
00:16
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Beyond your addictions you were a charming display
Of hope and romance
Flickering across pirouettes and brown eyes
Patiently waiting to fall in love
But not afraid to push things along in the right direction
A tornado that brought serenity
I longed for your touch
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16. |
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I touched the hand of a dead man today
On second thought, more so that of a boy
19 years of age doesn't give you much in terms of life experience
Embalmed to remain beautiful for all eternity
I touched your cold hands, clasped over each other
And looked down at your face one last time
Before the tears came, just as they do now
My brother told me my hair smelled nice
And that you would've liked that
For a brief moment it helped to ease the pain
But I couldn't get over knowing that the face I saw in that casket
Was the same face I'd seen sleeping on my couch at Franklin countless times
May your memory forever be enshrined
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17. |
Zach Dear
00:23
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I grew my hair out in response to not wanting to be represented by hegemony
Of WASP eurocentric teachings that infect our institutions with racial biases
Of alpha male fraternal patriarchy that can get a man as far as he wants in life
But at what cost?
To rape and profile and abuse power without looking out for those below you in status?
That is not the right path to follow
The earth whispers her loving polyphony
And I want to translate it back to you
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18. |
Angeles de la Frontera
00:22
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People have migrated from one place to another since the dawn of humanity.
There is nothing illegal about wanting to free oneself from violence, poverty, humanitarian crises or economic enslavement.
The militarization of our borders and adjacent communities has contributed to racial prejudice, distrust, misunderstanding and worst of all: death.
Human lives are not chess pieces to be exploited.
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19. |
Goldfish
00:11
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Let's make like goldfish and eat ourselves to death
I'm staring at empty wishing wells
Wondering what is left
The calm has consumed me
And now these lungs are dry
Cue the fireflies
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20. |
Can't Be Saved
00:16
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What can be said that you have never once heard?
Your eyes are solitary lakes
Offering refuge from western civilization
Of which I've slowly grown tired
Their radiant serenity calms me
But I must look away before I eternally lose myself
For there is danger in beauty
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21. |
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Guesswork changes
Slipper knots
Ergonomic calculations
Never failed to fail me deeply
Sunken wishes in an old school factory
It's olfactory
But tangible
Unlike this parable
Which only leaves me feeling bruised and confused
Locked out of the magic theater
And that's the only place where I want to be
Micaela's in there
And all my hopes and dreams are entangled within this butterfly net of my consciousness
But I broke lent too many times to remain truly ethical
And if morals still remain
Then I guess my ideals are confined to the abstract walls of this labyrinth
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22. |
Tree Root
00:15
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My brother's throat is scratched out
From the nicotine and tobacco
He's chosen to cope with
I'm running from my problems he says
But in a sense we all are
It takes a rare breed of man
To stare down his demons
In daring confrontation of success
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23. |
No Ceremony
00:11
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Crush my dreams
Like the woman you were meant to be
Espousing chastity
But there will be no ceremony
Locked up
Without a key
Your empty words helped flood the rising sea
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24. |
Drunk Walks Home
00:17
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The purple flower blooms have closed up for the night
Taking refuge from existence while their life source sleeps
Jackhammers echo through the hollow structures
Yet to be completed
Transport trucks and drunk drivers
Are bathed in the illumination of the urban sunlight
There is no sleep
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25. |
Torpey
00:38
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Timeless drives on well-travelled highways with worn wheels
The radiant girl who was made fun of for being too tall when she was younger
Stares back at me
Facial features immaculate and still
In that calm demeanor which she always exudes
Musing over a longing to dance salsa again
You found the beauty of artistic expression at a young age
While your dad ashed cigarettes in habitual fashion
An unwillingness to make peace with the desert
A stubborn reluctance to branch out from home
Alameda County etched itself into your heart
It became your essence
But those soft Colombian eyes shroud what is left hidden behind the curtain
In a language I'll never truly comprehend
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26. |
Namaga
00:21
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I closed the book of poems on the couch
And daydreamed of placing my face in between your outstretched legs
As you grinned and twisted with irregular breath
Not knowing how to best express your pleasure
My hands gently glided across your soft skin
While my tongue lept at the taste of the most delicate parts of your soul
It was all a dream
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27. |
Lisanc
00:18
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You remind me of the beauty of the trees
Calm and lush, breathing peacefully
You are my love of nature personified
Carved from the womb of pachamama
A child of Earthly purity
You have grown into a goddess men write songs for
We will shout our love from the peaks of mountains
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28. |
Atacama
00:28
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The streets of progress are littered with the broken bones of dead socialists
Martyred fighting for a just cause
Abandoned in Atacama
Pushed out of planes in the deep Pacific
Chileans deserved better than a Kissinger of death
Just to line the pockets of those chasing profit
Like an addiction to drinking water
It's not too late until it is
Sew up the hole and the game is up
Privatize the public sphere and we all lose
Goods can't be purchased when the people are poor
There are grotesque holes in the system
Tear it down
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29. |
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I'm sitting here staring at this blank screen
Wanting to write a romantic poem addressed to you
For teasing out my drunken lust
And extracting thoughts from the inner cavities of my chest at 4am
But all I can think of is using the word 'permaculture'
And remark how I wish to be holding you in my arms
When the sea levels rise up to our waists
And flood the California homes we grew up in
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30. |
Depleted Roots
00:11
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Depleted roots
The soil is thin
And the water is weak
I sit on the border of solace
Lacking sustenance to flourish
I wither
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31. |
But Is He Enough?
00:19
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Pronounced the Jew komodo
Locomotive
"Abstract is back, Jack!"
Grab your flask
Proceed to the exit
That's it
You are only what you consume
Learning of the world through memes
No longer able to seize the means
Of your education
They privatized it
The solidarity of the common man will pierce through greed
God wills it
But is He enough?
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32. |
The American Existence
00:34
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Things didn't go as planned
Nothing ever goes as planned
I read Ginsberg on the bus today
As I drove overlooking the highway
Millions of people going to all their fascinating places
Work, home, vacation, graves
Adam asked my brother what was wrong with nationalism
Forgetting World War II was a thing
We could have lost
I could be Japanese
Eating sushi, revering art
Staring out the window as cars drive below me
Unaware of their ignorance
Believing solutions will arise from the problems they create
Linearity: a false pretext of the American existence
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33. |
This Phone Is a Cell
00:38
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Turn it off, turn it off
Event invites
Tagged in memes
I can't pause to think
Turn it off, turn it off
Games and flashing lights
Music. Constantly
In the palm of my hand
Turn it off, turn it off
Political updates
Satirical sports fandom
Pop culture. Worldstar
Turn it off, turn it off
Snapchat nudes
Dissipating conversations
Promises I don't intend to keep
Turn it off
I am sick
I am addicted
Turn it off
I type these words
It's 4am
My productivity is nothing
Am I even human?
Lock this away!!
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34. |
Caliphate Salivate
00:24
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My wrists are sore, piss poor
Governmental policies archaic like the dinosaurs
Ain't no justification for all this leftist hate
Set a date, can't wait
Kansas is a failed state
Just like the ISIS caliphate
I salivate over what can only be considered monumental achievements
Or bereavements
All the sacrifices those before us gave
To pave the way
Even a blind horse will still eat the hay
Or maybe that's just what they want us to say
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35. |
Cosmic Revolution
00:22
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Succeeding only through failure
The vivid colors dripped through colloquial monotony
And dipped behind the illusioned plains
This was the new dawning
A prophetic hope whispered by the ones whose steps paved the roads we walk today
Ancient wisdom, gleaning light from stardust
Cascading across open wounds
Pain melted away in the cosmic revolution
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36. |
Footsteps. Naiveté.
00:15
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Naiveté
The backbone of the American spirit
We wandered through Joshua Tree
Driving after the sunset listening pleasantly to early established blues
Wondering who had once left steps before us
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37. |
Pooled Pristinity
00:23
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Tiger moon
Orwellian sunset
Caught in a drifting rain
The clouds have sunk
Strapped into our leather seats
We watch the news for entertainment
And proclaim ourselves as superior
We pause to suggest that we are bored
Yet have never bothered to escape from beyond our manufactured borders
Let alone traveled within ourselves to reach into our most guarded thoughts
The lake lies untouched
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38. |
A Shaded Lawn in Summer
00:57
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The sun glared down with its omnipotent vision
And I watched as steady hands smoothed out the air from beneath a freshly placed bumper sticker
"Do Good" it read
As if the possibility even existed of you ever committing an unfavorable act
You rose with elegance upon the completion of your task
"Thank you" I whispered
As the rays gleamed off the light-blue polish of perfectly manicured nails
You took photos of the blooming flowers beneath the Magnolia tree
And I paused in a fleeting attempt to bathe within your beauty
Like a shaded lawn in summer
You were perfection
Shrouded by playful patterns and lines
Your skin was nowhere to be found
And with nothing to objectify that day
I learned to appreciate the life in your eyes
The joy in your smile
The grace of your intellect
On a warm July Friday morning
Respect and pure admiration cascaded over me
Like a tropical wave kissed by Mother Earth herself
A shaded lawn in summer
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