Quiero sentir tu calor.
Acercate.
Corazon tronando.
Mirame.
Quiero tocarte.
Mis labios.
Tus
dedos
hombros
nuca
oidos
labios
Quiero morderlos suavement.
Besame
Monday, July 21, 2008
Thee world is not thy friend.
The wooden wheels have been set in motion, by the powers that be.
The gods of Hatred,
The soldiers of Greed,
The dark angels of Racism,
The zealous guardsmen of Injustice...
have roamed about the earth leaving a stench much like the scent of mold and death that have possessed us centuries old.
They guard the forbidden land like barbarians swinging their medieval flails to protect the land of milk and honey. Entree only to be given to the selected, whom hide behind the shield of obliviousness in order to drink and be merry.
Like a babe wandering into the woods, unaware of its danger, I have mistakenly crossed the lines from the land of darkness and stumbled onto the fields of fertile ground. The ghostly presence of racism awaiting to consume me, watching my every move, inching me out, escorting me back into the world of dispair. All because the inescapableness glow of my fated tribe has been unapproved by the lord of greed, whom is waiting his turn to devour my very being.
I, a skirt, a bird, a woman unwanted and treated as if I sailed in on my Viking ship ready to steal, murder, rape and take whats thiers. Not solely based on my gender is it that I am perused. But it is the roots of my tree that threatens their commonality.
Medieval ideologies, which refuse to be extinguished in modern times. Instead they invigorate themselves much like the orignal vampire, the mosquito piercing the skin and consuming stolen blood in order to strengthen thier gods mission of hate.
I, the lone peasant, waft along attempting to not get noticed, searching, praying for a way out. Piercing gargoyle eyes watching my every move. I am treated as if they are the Indians and I am the pioneer arriving in the holy land for the first time, unsure of what to make of my arrival. They hide behind thier velveteen curtains and sit in their golden chariots with intricately cut glass, spewing hateful thoughts in the form of sharpened spears.
Alas, it is an ally I see! A soul beaten and bruised, but his eyes speak a different tale. A warrior inside, waiting, lying low until the trumpets flair and vociferous war cry is heard. We speak volumes without uttering a word. One foot in, let the upheaval begin.
To the gods and godesses, let our voices be heard. Until now our spirits have been docile, worker bees and keepers of peace. But in the name of justice, love and equality we arm ourselves, solely with our hearts in hand and now we stand as a legion.
We will unfasten these shackles and escape these chambers not through a secret passage but through the iron gates in order for all to see. We will walk passed the eyes of the guardsmen of injustice whom has vigorously scorged us in the attempt to weaken our souls and it is he that we no longer fear.
To the selected, the worthy ones who reap the benefits that have been unfairly bestowed upon them by the unholy representatives of hatred, racism, greed and unjustice, it is to you that I sing my song.
You must become the bricks that obstruct their wheels which are destined for the future. Reapers of opulence, do not be afraid! You have the power within you to morph into the rod that Moses used to seperate the river in order for The Isrealites to pass on through into the promise land.
No longer accept your ill gotten gold as yours and yours alone. It is for all to claim and until you release your ownership, I warn you. You will fall by the wayside as we clear the field of weeds and shrubbery by the use of our lion hearted swords. We will call upon the strength of our fore fathers and spare no prideful soul.
For the sake of your offspring I bid this fair warning. We have walked one thousand miles; continue on with bloodied feet, yet our focus has not grown weary. We have become ravenous in the desire to push through. Still we march ten thousand miles more. Our arrival is here, the time is now and we stand like Spartans in this war of equality!!! --> -->
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Hasta Luego Los Angeles
Good bye, good bye, good bye, The great city of Los Angeles.
No more traffic jams on the Hollywood fwy, with a naked guy picking his nose to your right and a rocker chick (who's Tuesdays are her Paris Hilton look), blasting 50 cent in a Mercedes Benz to your left.
I'm gona miss rolling outta bed, getting dressed and driving downtown within 10 minutes to buy my beads. Passing through skid row and saying, "Now I've seen everything." Every time. And every time, I realize how the fine citizens of skid row mixed with the scum bags of high society are actually living the same life. And all I'm trying to do is buy my beads.
Hasta luego, Los Angeles. You have taken me in and spit me out just like that 16 year old runaway from Kentucky with big city dreams. 'Cept, all I had were childhood memories of bus rides through this native city.
RTD (Rough Tuff & Dangerous) Line 108 got me from South Gate to smack dab in the middle of 7th and Broadway. Looking around at the people selling knock off Gucci's on the street corner while the architects and lawyers were wearing the real McCoy's in the old skyscrapers at the top of the building. What a stretch in lifestyles from the street level to the 20th floor.
Jessie called us Angelinos. A word that I will no longer be associated with. I have now been stripped of my Angelino badge and have been sent packing with the rest of the unworthy visitors.
That savory smell of smog, car fumes, tar and bloody pork loin from Farmer Johns slaughter house is no longer mines to claim. Mmmm, only a select few know how that aroma brings you home.
I knew something was awry when The Belmont Tunnels were taken over. What's L.A without a graffiti safe haven? No more graffiti competitions...what's this world coming to? That place was thick with years of spray painted egos of kids wanting recognition. Damn you city politics!
L.A. love story. Where else can you meet the man of your dreams other than on the corner of Hollywood & Vine? We were destined to be. Late to a concert, ex-boyfriends, my cousin not making it & sending a stand in, bump into Mr. Dante on Hollywood & Vine. Any other outfit and I coulda been a hooker and he my John that infamous night. I guess it still turned out that way, some nights...;)
Orevua City of Angels. Where else can you take your kid to a Children's Museum (for face painting), Moca (for Andy Warhol exhibits) and The Placita (for some delicioso carnitas) all around the corner from a Federal Prison? If we all took our kids to these free places and actually spent time with them, perhaps they wouldn't end up spending time behind bars wishing they had a childhood filled with museum and Placita memories. A stretch I know. But nonetheless, it's L.A, (I'm still technically here 9/14/05) so, the book says I can still dream while I'm in this zip code.
Car rides at night were the best. Thanks Dante. Those are the times I will never forget. The cold night breeze, seeing the hot steam from the industrial buildings on the other side of the bridge, knowing that their are working class men/wo who are sweating for their families. Kids at home somewhere knowing that they are safe and fed. Looking back at the City of Los Angeles. City lights, neon signs and homeless men wandering around with baskets with no where to go will forever be burned into my mentals.
Teaching Dez and her cousin to drive in the alleys of downtown L.A. An instant bowl of whiplash but it was all worth it in order to hear the girls giggling. You gotta love the fact that the cop did not stop a 10 year old, midnight driver cause he had better shit to do. Only in L.A.
So, you think I'm a bit dramatic? You must have not lived here. I Love being in love with L.A.
El Taxco, Palermos, El Tepeyac, Cliftons, La Placita, Philipes, Ramonas, Woody's, Amapola's, The Water Park, Book Soup, Pink's, Melrose Flea Market (just to gawk), King Taco, Sunset Blvd.at night (to scream out: "YOU FUCKIN LOSERS!!!), The Hollywood sign (ditching school to find it on The RTD), Compton Fashion Center, Slauson Swap meet, Exposition Park (and the caboo), The abandoned cemeteries of Bell Gardens, Barney's Beanery (and the crazy secret), The Dresden, Tommy's at 3 in the morn, The California Theatre, Million Dollar, Shamrock Social Club, The Anti Club, Farmers Market and fish n chips, Saint Vincent's thrift shop, South Central's Animal Shelter, Griffith Park, Lillianas Tamales, El Superior, The River Bed, Greenspans, China Town (and skinhead fights), Venice, Amoeba, driving through Echo Park (thinking what happened?) All within 10-15 minutes from my home. Then suddenly realizing, real estate, the good, the bad and the ugly is what happened. Depends what side you're on. To you who can afford to stay, I say, "you bastards." For me I say, "Hellooo Riverside."
Good bye, L.A. and all the dead memories of what once was.
No more traffic jams on the Hollywood fwy, with a naked guy picking his nose to your right and a rocker chick (who's Tuesdays are her Paris Hilton look), blasting 50 cent in a Mercedes Benz to your left.
I'm gona miss rolling outta bed, getting dressed and driving downtown within 10 minutes to buy my beads. Passing through skid row and saying, "Now I've seen everything." Every time. And every time, I realize how the fine citizens of skid row mixed with the scum bags of high society are actually living the same life. And all I'm trying to do is buy my beads.
Hasta luego, Los Angeles. You have taken me in and spit me out just like that 16 year old runaway from Kentucky with big city dreams. 'Cept, all I had were childhood memories of bus rides through this native city.
RTD (Rough Tuff & Dangerous) Line 108 got me from South Gate to smack dab in the middle of 7th and Broadway. Looking around at the people selling knock off Gucci's on the street corner while the architects and lawyers were wearing the real McCoy's in the old skyscrapers at the top of the building. What a stretch in lifestyles from the street level to the 20th floor.
Jessie called us Angelinos. A word that I will no longer be associated with. I have now been stripped of my Angelino badge and have been sent packing with the rest of the unworthy visitors.
That savory smell of smog, car fumes, tar and bloody pork loin from Farmer Johns slaughter house is no longer mines to claim. Mmmm, only a select few know how that aroma brings you home.
I knew something was awry when The Belmont Tunnels were taken over. What's L.A without a graffiti safe haven? No more graffiti competitions...what's this world coming to? That place was thick with years of spray painted egos of kids wanting recognition. Damn you city politics!
L.A. love story. Where else can you meet the man of your dreams other than on the corner of Hollywood & Vine? We were destined to be. Late to a concert, ex-boyfriends, my cousin not making it & sending a stand in, bump into Mr. Dante on Hollywood & Vine. Any other outfit and I coulda been a hooker and he my John that infamous night. I guess it still turned out that way, some nights...;)
Orevua City of Angels. Where else can you take your kid to a Children's Museum (for face painting), Moca (for Andy Warhol exhibits) and The Placita (for some delicioso carnitas) all around the corner from a Federal Prison? If we all took our kids to these free places and actually spent time with them, perhaps they wouldn't end up spending time behind bars wishing they had a childhood filled with museum and Placita memories. A stretch I know. But nonetheless, it's L.A, (I'm still technically here 9/14/05) so, the book says I can still dream while I'm in this zip code.
Car rides at night were the best. Thanks Dante. Those are the times I will never forget. The cold night breeze, seeing the hot steam from the industrial buildings on the other side of the bridge, knowing that their are working class men/wo who are sweating for their families. Kids at home somewhere knowing that they are safe and fed. Looking back at the City of Los Angeles. City lights, neon signs and homeless men wandering around with baskets with no where to go will forever be burned into my mentals.
Teaching Dez and her cousin to drive in the alleys of downtown L.A. An instant bowl of whiplash but it was all worth it in order to hear the girls giggling. You gotta love the fact that the cop did not stop a 10 year old, midnight driver cause he had better shit to do. Only in L.A.
So, you think I'm a bit dramatic? You must have not lived here. I Love being in love with L.A.
El Taxco, Palermos, El Tepeyac, Cliftons, La Placita, Philipes, Ramonas, Woody's, Amapola's, The Water Park, Book Soup, Pink's, Melrose Flea Market (just to gawk), King Taco, Sunset Blvd.at night (to scream out: "YOU FUCKIN LOSERS!!!), The Hollywood sign (ditching school to find it on The RTD), Compton Fashion Center, Slauson Swap meet, Exposition Park (and the caboo), The abandoned cemeteries of Bell Gardens, Barney's Beanery (and the crazy secret), The Dresden, Tommy's at 3 in the morn, The California Theatre, Million Dollar, Shamrock Social Club, The Anti Club, Farmers Market and fish n chips, Saint Vincent's thrift shop, South Central's Animal Shelter, Griffith Park, Lillianas Tamales, El Superior, The River Bed, Greenspans, China Town (and skinhead fights), Venice, Amoeba, driving through Echo Park (thinking what happened?) All within 10-15 minutes from my home. Then suddenly realizing, real estate, the good, the bad and the ugly is what happened. Depends what side you're on. To you who can afford to stay, I say, "you bastards." For me I say, "Hellooo Riverside."
Good bye, L.A. and all the dead memories of what once was.
Friendship Disclaimer
We all have come across them from time to time. Perhaps you even still party/hang with them. You know the types, you break bread with them one minute and the next their talking shit about how you broke the bread.
Women have taken the gossiping rap for many years if not centuries. It's no secret, it may have had a pretty name to cover it up, "Tea Time" "Ladies Luncheon" all meant lets get together and talk shit. Whether you were aristocratic or "unrefined" you still did it. Being that in every circle, envy exists. But to say that it's all the ladies would be naive.
Men have aced this subject all to well. They are if not at the least good at it, worse than the bitches...A man gossiping little bitch is the worst of all.
You know the types...their friends come over for a couple of drinks. He shows up with no worries in the world (maybe its cause he's umm, I dunno, private?) he's not a show-off, just a person who listens to his own beat. When he leaves, the roll of the eyes begins. It takes one of these "MAN-WO's" to say something stupid and the rest will follow in with the jokes about the guy. But when they see him, "sure pull up a chair, have a beer." The funny thing is the guys who follow along are getting laughed and talked about as soon as they leave the room as well. Idiots all cause they are threatened by one another. What ever happened to acceptance?
It is the idea that no one can be truly happy because I am not. These shit talkers don't even realize it because they are too busy trying to find out what's wrong with everyone else so they can say, "whew, at least I don't have THOSE problems." They irony is that these people who talk shit have worse problems; child molesters, fuck up on their mates, ignore their kids, drunks, have kids w/ different people, can't hold a relationship for more than two months, bad credit, druggies, you get the idea. The point being that EVERYONE has problems. But these fucks somehow believe they are above the mark. They are the exception. They don't realize their shit's more rotten than those they talk shit about.
What does it serve them to point out the problems of others? They need to point that finger at themselves. Focus their energy on their life. Fix their shit. If they did, then they too would be truly happy...AND yes, be the victim of someone else's shit talking fests. Because gossip will always exist. It just depends what side you are on.
Back stabbing...what really drives a person to do it? There has to be a point in the person's mind that says, "Uh, this might not be the nicest thing to do." But do it anyway cause they need drama in their life. They are not satisfied until others are miserable. The act of willingly putting others in pain (regardless on the degree), is the lack of respect for the human spirit. They were not taught to value/appreciate the differences among us. They see others as little ants needing to be squashed for whatever demented reason. The act of conspiring against others shows the lack of the human heart and quite frankly the lack of balls the person possesses. Meaning that they would rather slither their way to prove a point than to confront the person face to face and say "Look, I just don't like you." Because, no one really wants to look like an ass, it's just better to back stab someone so they get the point? What ever the reason that drives a person to do it, for self gain, whatever, it just proves how little they really are. Cunningly keeping secrets, conspiring, conniving, at someone else's expense, shows how their parents failed at teaching them how to value life and really it is a pity to see adults lower themselves in this manner. Why would you want to let others know how evil a person you really are? Like the song goes, "They smile in your face, all the while they want to take your place." That's what it boils down to. Wanting to hurt someone else cause they want what you have. Embarrassing.
What's sick is most of these people truly believe their own shit don't stink. Goody two shoes I call 'em. They have forgotten that they too once suffered, had problems, still do then feel cause they have checked off another mark of "The American Dream" list, they can sit back, thumb their nose and judge. Get over yourself. Nothing you possess is guaranteed and it's what is in the inside that truly matters. If you find yourself looking down at others, I say, look behind you chances are, the people you are closest to are probably doing something that will damage that picture you have in your head about your life. Because we are all the same. We ALL make mistakes. Some make the worst kind and just because they keep checking off the American Dream List, they think it will wash away the HUGE personal mistakes they have made. Yeah we all deserve redemption...that's my point. WE ALL DO. Were all liars, theives, angels and devils at different times in our lives but just because we move on from our mistakes, does not automatically permit you to look down at others. You know, "the don't forget where you came from" rule applies here. I don't care what you are driving, wearing or what elite crowd you are running in, you still are not better than others. We all have our own demons to deal with so stop pretending you don't have any, your kids are perfect and your mate never hurt you. Cause it's life...we muddle through and if were lucky, we'll focus on ourselves so we can live with the inner happiness we all deserve.
You try to not talk shit but when you surround yourself with people who are addicted to it, you end up sharing in the madness. I ain't trying to come off as a saint, as I too have been guilty of it, but I am just done with this mentality and people who are not happy unless they point out the wrongs in other people even if it's true...so what? Say "NO" to shit talking, I say.
If you find yourself recognizing any of these characteristics in you, then don't hit me up to be your friend. I have moved on from a shit load of people who wallowed in these distinctive qualities and I'm done with the drama.
Friend: A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
If that concept is too hard for you to grasp, then stay the fuck away from me. Thanks
Women have taken the gossiping rap for many years if not centuries. It's no secret, it may have had a pretty name to cover it up, "Tea Time" "Ladies Luncheon" all meant lets get together and talk shit. Whether you were aristocratic or "unrefined" you still did it. Being that in every circle, envy exists. But to say that it's all the ladies would be naive.
Men have aced this subject all to well. They are if not at the least good at it, worse than the bitches...A man gossiping little bitch is the worst of all.
You know the types...their friends come over for a couple of drinks. He shows up with no worries in the world (maybe its cause he's umm, I dunno, private?) he's not a show-off, just a person who listens to his own beat. When he leaves, the roll of the eyes begins. It takes one of these "MAN-WO's" to say something stupid and the rest will follow in with the jokes about the guy. But when they see him, "sure pull up a chair, have a beer." The funny thing is the guys who follow along are getting laughed and talked about as soon as they leave the room as well. Idiots all cause they are threatened by one another. What ever happened to acceptance?
It is the idea that no one can be truly happy because I am not. These shit talkers don't even realize it because they are too busy trying to find out what's wrong with everyone else so they can say, "whew, at least I don't have THOSE problems." They irony is that these people who talk shit have worse problems; child molesters, fuck up on their mates, ignore their kids, drunks, have kids w/ different people, can't hold a relationship for more than two months, bad credit, druggies, you get the idea. The point being that EVERYONE has problems. But these fucks somehow believe they are above the mark. They are the exception. They don't realize their shit's more rotten than those they talk shit about.
What does it serve them to point out the problems of others? They need to point that finger at themselves. Focus their energy on their life. Fix their shit. If they did, then they too would be truly happy...AND yes, be the victim of someone else's shit talking fests. Because gossip will always exist. It just depends what side you are on.
Back stabbing...what really drives a person to do it? There has to be a point in the person's mind that says, "Uh, this might not be the nicest thing to do." But do it anyway cause they need drama in their life. They are not satisfied until others are miserable. The act of willingly putting others in pain (regardless on the degree), is the lack of respect for the human spirit. They were not taught to value/appreciate the differences among us. They see others as little ants needing to be squashed for whatever demented reason. The act of conspiring against others shows the lack of the human heart and quite frankly the lack of balls the person possesses. Meaning that they would rather slither their way to prove a point than to confront the person face to face and say "Look, I just don't like you." Because, no one really wants to look like an ass, it's just better to back stab someone so they get the point? What ever the reason that drives a person to do it, for self gain, whatever, it just proves how little they really are. Cunningly keeping secrets, conspiring, conniving, at someone else's expense, shows how their parents failed at teaching them how to value life and really it is a pity to see adults lower themselves in this manner. Why would you want to let others know how evil a person you really are? Like the song goes, "They smile in your face, all the while they want to take your place." That's what it boils down to. Wanting to hurt someone else cause they want what you have. Embarrassing.
What's sick is most of these people truly believe their own shit don't stink. Goody two shoes I call 'em. They have forgotten that they too once suffered, had problems, still do then feel cause they have checked off another mark of "The American Dream" list, they can sit back, thumb their nose and judge. Get over yourself. Nothing you possess is guaranteed and it's what is in the inside that truly matters. If you find yourself looking down at others, I say, look behind you chances are, the people you are closest to are probably doing something that will damage that picture you have in your head about your life. Because we are all the same. We ALL make mistakes. Some make the worst kind and just because they keep checking off the American Dream List, they think it will wash away the HUGE personal mistakes they have made. Yeah we all deserve redemption...that's my point. WE ALL DO. Were all liars, theives, angels and devils at different times in our lives but just because we move on from our mistakes, does not automatically permit you to look down at others. You know, "the don't forget where you came from" rule applies here. I don't care what you are driving, wearing or what elite crowd you are running in, you still are not better than others. We all have our own demons to deal with so stop pretending you don't have any, your kids are perfect and your mate never hurt you. Cause it's life...we muddle through and if were lucky, we'll focus on ourselves so we can live with the inner happiness we all deserve.
You try to not talk shit but when you surround yourself with people who are addicted to it, you end up sharing in the madness. I ain't trying to come off as a saint, as I too have been guilty of it, but I am just done with this mentality and people who are not happy unless they point out the wrongs in other people even if it's true...so what? Say "NO" to shit talking, I say.
If you find yourself recognizing any of these characteristics in you, then don't hit me up to be your friend. I have moved on from a shit load of people who wallowed in these distinctive qualities and I'm done with the drama.
Friend: A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
If that concept is too hard for you to grasp, then stay the fuck away from me. Thanks
The BROADway
Red lipstick
Leopard heels
Nightlife jewelry
Spider leg
Eyelashes
And frills
Leopard heels
Nightlife jewelry
Spider leg
Eyelashes
And frills
Sky Scrapers
Neon signs
Theatre lights
Abandoned box offices
Empty seats
Once filled with cheers
Blanketed creatures
Concrete beds
Screams
Fall on
Deaf ears
Aimless wanderers
Staggering legs
Money in a cup
One of 'em begs
Glossy streets
Dancing breezes
Awakening statues
Cemented to walls
Building
Heart beats
Lifeless
Goblins
Victorian lads
Petticoated women
Devils and hags
Watching
Vying
To consume
Given a life of premeditated
Doom
One, two, three
Office lights still on
"I'll be home in a minute"
Glued to the screen
Typing of fingers
Tell a
different story
Buildings filled with
Overtime fiends
Final destination
Here is what I seek
Handcrafted
Gothic
Steel doors
Elongated handle
Welcoming draft
Its about to begin
One foot in
Dainty
Perfumed hand
Gently stamped
Glancing around
Cocktail drinkers
In full swing
French sophistication
Velveteen paper
Tracing fingertips
Embracing the wall
Musical notes
Sultry vocals
Harmonious tones
Inching me closer
Somehow
Intoxicated
With the
Ambiance
Of it all
Dim lit room
Electric blue bulbs
Ears tingling
Whispers
Coming from
Cocktails themselves
Ice shavings
Drunken cherries
Still holding on
The occasional finger
Flirtatiously playing
Water lazily cascading
Moistened napkins
Catching their
Fall
Tipsy eyelids
Flirtatious shoulders
Womanly maneuvers
Premeditated blokes
Clever chatter
Sensual schemes
Around the bend
Yes
The doctor is in
Take my prescription
Let me drink it all in
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