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Comb Your Hair

Dear sister I have been mistreated but surely not defeated
The fit are unruly and those who rule unfit to wear their minds along their brow

Pitted and fallen are we claimed she
Uproot all the timid, surely they’ll quake

The Earth is at rest while the heavens are testing
Surely the catacombs are our place of hiding

Rapture the worthy, the poor, and the hopeless still more
Braven the brittle and salvage what’s left of the widow’s stores

For we are at war, O’ good women, it’s a fight they will get
A Patriot cry, a life worth living, a pride in my name that keeps me standing

Hearty or meek, we’ll take the keep
Bind them up, but don’t let them bleed for pure bred savages are what we need

The breasts of the mothers who weep for the bodies 
The weary who laugh gas portrait tears leaving their insight foggy

The Devil is hunting, Oh but let him flee
For our fists will have him fishing for his faith like rotting bait

Breeding among us are the wolves that seek only to measure their gut
And they will fill the skies 70 meters high with the the must of unfinished feet

Winded by bows of boredom and broiled beliefs
Sifted through, borrowed, unused

The lazy will not lay seated in our ancient sanctuaries
They will lay pitted among the soiled seeds and left to the leeches 

Reign in the kingdom of popular knowledge do both snakes and sirens
Danger is beneath us and furnaces over heat us, 

Leavened bread will rise our eyes to the souls in need of teachers
If education ain’t free then dare me to teach for free

Let linen and fleece overwhelm us all
For the sun rises still again, constant with the moon

Midnight is foreign and sunlight is gloom
For inside these walls our eyes will close soon

The mirrors outs our flaws and undersea our scars
But heaven is shaking and creation’s worship awaits us

If every day is good and every evening soon 
Then tomorrow is only distant, a matter of your zoom

Jupiter is rising further south than my liking
Perhaps it was the wind that blew it there

Or the birds that sang it somewhere upstairs
Or the lions that laughed it underneath body beats

Or the vines carried it to prepare it for more pruning
Signs are timing and the clocks are not ceasing

So listen little one, I know you are bare, but don’t be a fool
Comb your hair.

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Let Us Run With Peace Beats

O’ good woman (3)
Where’s your head gone (4)
Rolling around in other men’s beds, huh? (7)

Look what I found (4)
Your baggage unbound (3)
Should I refold the linen wraps on the ground? (9)

Appease your lease  (3)
Good woman, good grief (4)
Where did I go wrong? (5)

Your skin is weathered (4)
Browning and drowned (3)
Isn’t the floor quite cold down there? (7)

Forget me not (3)
Your mother’s wise whispers  (4)
Surely she has prepared a house for you here? (9)

You are almost grown (4)
Full of bones (3)
Might your feet fall near? (5)

Fatherless and shy (3)
Teeth bittered and loose (4)
Tell me, does he listen to you? (7)

Don’t untie Yesterday’s shoes (4)
Let her walk (3)
If you ran bare wouldn’t they sit and stare?  (9)

Bawdied and wet (3)
Chugging canines underneath us (4)
Are we lost in roots? (5)


Let us play there (4)
Before they barter (3)
For without tufts where can we sail? (7)

Lest we call (3)
Upon the one exalted (4)
Do you sleep with my prayers in your window? (9)

Perhaps on the streets (4)
Where you dream (3)
Which one hooded her hair? (5)

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Fortune Unnamed

She wasn’t thinking about her time and tomorrow
She broke out without a rendering word
Nothing sat well or sits well within her 
In fact, she would rather pillow the past then paint a new picture

She still couldn’t hear the sounds that she borrowed
So she wept out a rhythm with words
Anything would work if she knew how to fix it
So instead, she fell into a home with no pictures, just paintings

If only she knew how to lift up the earth
Maybe then she could save them all from the future
Fall if she could, send a new story if she may
But they lifted her out of the picture and sat her in a pit

Left her there to rot and sink in soil
Rest assured she gathered her pebbles 
And left the shore for another street of land
Perhaps, she would picture a new path cemented, unfollowed

Let her hide in the bosom of her liberty
Let her race to forever, unknown eternal poverty
Her bed lays underneath the juncture of earth's armies
Her love lays blinded by the bedside table
skin unsold, eyes bolted shut with fortunes untold

Then she knew only then she'd bleed today
Unsure of every corner that needed turning away
The streets bare, bordered beneath, winded within
She could lie and forfeit the figure drawings for fortune unnamed

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La Flor, Por Sofia

She now sits awaiting the gates
Standing in a heavenly state

He robeless gown woven of air and mist
And her body made new every inch

The lofty welcome her in 
Each one with a reverence

The nectar of Eden drip from the trees
While the songbirds lift their beaks sing

She breaks bread with our ancestors untold
And shares her coffee with waiter, 

The windows and ceilings made from crystals and stones
While road paved beneath her is sealed with gold

Her feet skip and dance down every alley way
For her pain is gone and suffering no longer stays

Her feet never weary nor do her hands quake
For she has been replenished no fully awake

Only if her loved ones could see her new eyes
Not a tear in sight

Let the beasts of heaven come near and rejoice
For her life they make noise

She doesn’t escape the the sound this time
For the symphonies of heaven have beseeched her

Her hands clap louder than the disease that plagued her
Her feet are light like the clouds that sit beneath her

Her voice lifts high, for death cannot reach her
And there is no night dim out her light

There is no war left to fight
And nothing left behind

She has all she needs 
And wants nothing more 

Solo para sentarse 
junto a la flor

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Within Spanish Hands She Prays

There is nothing without his breath in my air
May his eyes always light my life until darkness overwhelms my flesh
May my soul sit with you forever
There is nothing I cannot bring forth
You are my offering, my sacrifice, my lamb of giants

The future is my fortitude
And my foundation is your mind
May you guide me into wisdom and grace
Finally we are beyond the bridge
Crossing over into our glory

Laid to Rest, For A Long Time

Angel de guerra where is your shadow over me?
Have you forgotten your children?
Lift us higher then the towers of Babel
Bring them to ruin, into the soil, into the seas
The rivers ring loud and the mountains watch over me

Bring me forth into the pastures of peace
Arise young warriors your bosom is beneath me
Bow on and lift your eyes toward the revelry 
For war is at hand and the mighty will steer
My dear bother Yeshu may you guide us there

Hang us over like dried loin cloths that we my burn out bear
Let us bleed out the salvation of my people and win over fear
Bury, burn and build roots in the graveyard sanctuaries 
The steeples are empty and their fridges are full of fiction
Beneath their warring riots they rot inside closed doors

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Next Dance, Next Fight

Pounding out fear
Will lead me somewhere

Where or when or how
What then?

Next page, next light
Next dance, next fight

Picture this:
A song of the past

Hidden beneath the 
Habits of altitude

Lower and longer
Sound and somber

Know and find
Crimes of rhymes

Listen up close
Hear what is near

Let loose of your worries
And cling to good cheer

Setting suns can't beat
the moon

Nor can mountains fall
from the sky' tears

Burdens are bending
And faith is mending

Move in, stay out
Come far, stand out

Pleas of hyssop trees
Leave after noon

Missing out 
Beneath the stones

Pampered souls
Never remember

Opposites cannot rhyme
Unless they dance in sync

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Adagio, En Haut

May we rise like the chords of time
That hasten us into your greatness

Let my body’s brittle bones
Become refined

Sharpen me, madres! 
Into the warrior I need the most

Valencia in springtime
Share the same sting

May we bloom in this darkness
And bear our burden’s light

Heavy is this weight we carry
But heavier still is the spirit of fight

For death cannot reach me
But it sure can teach me 

The the love you bear is 
Nothing compared to the love she prepared

You poured over into my blood
As if you were my own

my voice sings out cries of conviction
Her, mi madre, mi amiga, my hen!

Hovers over us now 
In the mist and in the rain

God how I long to be near her
My dearest friend and sister

God how the pain reaches so deep
Like a dagger has furrowed itself inside me

My feet stagger like a drunkards gone to battle
My shins fall to the floor

My stomach screams me awake
Oh God! my chest cannot rest 

Every night without you is worse
But every morning I rise as a tree cut down

Not fully awake, not yet in a dream
My heart shivers as it flows in this winter river

Take me outside and let me run and hide
Amongst the soil and sand 

Bring me in all hooded creatures
For I have come to faint amongst treasures

Surely I will be buried here amongst the dead
The worms will feast upon my borrowed flesh

Let my bones rust covered with rust
Never finished only branded

My teeth sink into your fallen fruit
Eat sweet death what you have framed me to be

My head lays in the mud of the forest
My body blanketed and bare

My womb of the earth quakes
of another close stranger

I let loose a shriek that swells me into the still
My eyes blinded by the flesh of the earth’s mill

My hands have not defeated me yet
May I stand? As free as I’d fallen 

Posé, Se leve
Ensemble, Adagio En Haut

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Dear Child

Dear child, dear woman
walk out, not in
Out to give news with those feet

The Enemy has no ground here
Nor any fight in these streets

Dear child, dear sister
don’t surrender
To the whispers of charm

For their flesh is falling deeper 
Into death’s lovin’ arms

Dear child, dear teacher
go get ‘em and meet her
The love you once held close, closer
Than the ones who held you the most

And forfeit your land
to kiss the skin of their sands
And spit in the eyes of the blinded

Dear child, dear friend
press on, pull close 
the lives that muse you on

May they gaze, may they raise a song
Worth singin’, and we’ll all sing along

Chorus:

Brave, brave, brave are the maids
Who clean around the corner

Save, save, save, save the slain
Who sits amongst the mourners

Raise a  toast! Raise a glass!
And better yet, forfeit the past
My love, breathe me into motion

That we may dance! May it last,
Until the morning’s over.

Dear child, dear mother
give more, love to the meek and the poor
To the bandit, and widows, 
to the poor sobbing willows 
And the wealthy who can’t afford it

Dear child, dear saint of sinners
give grace, when our eyes can’t look up
When the moon has burned  up
And the sky starts to rusts
And the stars turn us to dust

Chorus:

Brave, brave, brave are the maids
Who clean around the corner

Save, save, save, save the slain
Who sits amongst the mourners

Raise a  toast! Raise a glass!
And better yet, forfeit the past
My love, breathe me into motion

That we may dance! May it last,
Until the morning’s over.

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Pose

The sun is a new
But these tears only brew

When my eyes finally clear
All I see is you near

The very sight of you 
Brings me warmth of the noon

Inhabit my space
That I may receive your stilling grace

Love like the benevolent shears
Of a seaman's fishing spears

That hunt to catch
To feed, To resurrect

By the the power of your passion
That could hear a thousand foreign tunes

Prepare the feasts for it will be roaring
With all of our dancing feet

May we hold each other near 
As this thunder deafens our ears

Bring only what you need
For my loneliness exceeds

The highest of mountains
And the deepest of fountains

For my love was ever stronger 
Like that of a daughter

But nonetheless
I’ll let you rest

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Sifted Sand Against Bricks of Bone

Sifting through the things that I need versus the things that no longer serve me:

People that make me uncomfortable
People that have too many opinions about every subject. To me that means they have a scattered focus. They drift to and fro without a concise resolve
They pattern without purpose
They wither and faint 
Their bones shiver when they see war

But I will fight for them
For my sister who fears no tomorrows
To the woman who sits behind blind eyes
Without resolve she awaits the pleasures of the world