ancestors walking |
i'm not following crops like they did,doing back breaking work just to give their kidsthe means to live in a world of amenitiesthey never grew up in or even dreamed to seei wonder what my ancestors th... Posted by soundbyte on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 02:13:00 PST |
kill for democracy |
i heard somebody say the other dayour modern civilization is far and awaymore passionate and civil than aztecs were,i couldn't take those words face value, no sir,they seem to me a slur and an attempt... Posted by soundbyte on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 04:28:00 PST |
looking out looking in |
"Do you really think she's coming back again? after all that's been said and done here&" Johnny asked himself as he stared stoically out the window, not noticing for a moment the heavy drops of rain s... Posted by soundbyte on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 10:58:00 PST |
hobo |
He sat there on the side of the road for days, decorated by the dull glow and heavy musk stench of an unwashed man. He sat blankly staring at the yellow painted lines on the black asphalt street... Posted by soundbyte on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 12:25:00 PST |
me vs sleep |
sleep taunts me. stays arms length away. it is slowly creeping just out of my reach. i can see him standing there in his midnight blue suit and slightly tipped fedora. always smiling as a ... Posted by soundbyte on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 07:55:00 PST |
curious butterfly |
i see your simple stirring spawned from yearning, learning meanings,spurning turning back into a caterpillar, and i know you will,i can see the thrills spill out from your eyes, flashing s... Posted by soundbyte on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 08:56:00 PST |
gotta stop searching |
i’m endlessly searching for things that are always there, i saw past them countless times as if they were air, the answers and the blessings i pray for to share are always in my grasp if i co... Posted by soundbyte on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 06:53:00 PST |
phoenix time |
sensing a rebirth and overcome with mirth as the work of decades that came in fits and spurts seems destined to rise out of silently still ashes, like a phoenix. like the reclaiming of a lost throne. ... Posted by soundbyte on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 01:17:00 PST |
abuela |
mearn the blood of a thousand generations runs through her veins, the strength to carry a nation supports her small frame, she don’t look like much when passed on the street, but you’ll ne... Posted by soundbyte on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 09:52:00 PST |
question |
i see you walking a tight roped high wire of fire, burning your patitas with every step, and i want to be there to help you to find cooler paths, will you let me? Posted by soundbyte on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 08:26:00 PST |