The Revolution will not be televised



sure, yeah
I know the revolution will not be televised

It will not be witnessed either

Infact
It's happening right now as we speak
even as you read
Inside your heart
and inside my mind

I have no doubt
There will be no large uproar
with mob chantings

There will be no hyms of praise
Nor records reflecting
how the event was carried out

There will be no heroes
There will be no saviors
There will be no hope

The transition will be filled with silence


while your sleeping


It will happen SO fast
that before you realize
what is actually
quite literally
taking place at that moment
you will already have been

changed


The Revolution cannot be televised


It cannot be seen
It cannot be heard
It cannot be smelled
It cannot be corrupted
It cannot be taken for granted either

It cannot be the "end all, be all"

It cannot save you from
Coffee Houses
Cafes
or traffic jams

a 9-5 job at the mini-mart
a job that requires you to file papers
and call phone numbers with extensions

The revolution cannot save you from
Water Cooler conversations
nor getting up at 6 or 7am
on sanday mornings
to calm a screaming
infant


The revolution will make itself known
like a small breeze


quiet whistpers brushing against your cheek...


and it will take place on the eve of a morning
as you lay sleeping still

The effect will cause you to getup out of your bed
and to use the bathroom

The revolution will have no witnesses
will have no heroes
will have no records
nor documentaries
with individuals speaking on
how they played out their parts

For some
the effect will be SO strong
that you might even get something to drink
or a light snack
before retiring back to your room


It's quite possible that the revolution
has already happened to you


if it has
There are counter measures to take

1. Continue to live out your days
as you normally would
As if you'd never seen this message
As if it happened months ago
But I assure you
it hasn't taken effect yet

The revolution will have no witnesses

Pinnochio's theme

I am your writer
the know
your current generation
your generation Z
I am also your past
and will be your future
baby fan boy of raves and mad men on fire
your novella band-aid
Inside me is a human heart made of glass (break in case of emergency)

guilty of wearing pink
amongst
malevolent black dynasties
and
correcting the grammar
of ghetto scholars

me?
I was born secular
confined to a woman's head
but I came out through her legs

me?
They confined my youth through a woman's eye
but it came out through her fists
where I fed on insight
and grew wings

I am your midnight youth with endless city dreams
and you own the sky
the lost cities of my dawn
the ones I can't get back

But your electric laws
hold a loose translation on my being
and my crooked
and broken
and bleeding existence
is falling through the cracks
where it meets inspiration on time
but shows up late
for everything else

I am your - everything else
your amber ego
your - 25 year old
art cliche
placing
blunts beside
rusted coffee cups
of morality

spending my midnights starving
from books on hindsight
that question Socrates
from street corners?

you crazy dreamers
you beautiful dreamers
Did you know there's also a beautiful and long fraud in nature
with so many punch lines running through it
that it all becomes so funny

And though I'm sick
my mind is a muse
a gold stadium full of guns and girls
just a few seats from the front row
just a metric sick muse fantasy
just another one

Nite Bites

I've been having trouble lately
controlling changes
before those
i barely know

the change hurts
and when i'm fully transformed
i'm swallowed
in a sea of snow

I wake up.
to crumbs of pain
not shallow bruised
but burnt

And though
i sew up the wounds
they still
continue
to hurt

i scratch and itch
until they tear
It's only
when i change
they reappear

And
I destroy anyone
even a friend
when the moon fills up
again.

I hate this
how nobody knows my pain

Because their
the only ones
who I allow
to see this change

until i destroy them
when the moon fills up
again.

Bonus Stage

Lonely lonely
When I was young
secrete heart inside a gun

rumbling wire
drifting alone

amid
blue smoke
skull
and cross-bone

alchemy parts
along a path
to later cast
a spell of flame

that cuts-off Icarus
and hits Apollo

a new-found placement
though dark and errant
shines a light
on path to fame

18% to eat you

old fantasies
of times when I ate leaves
and was told
to put my hands under my ass
to keep me from touching
what I was really
sitting on

Remember when I said I'd always be a kid?
I don't
but I want to say
I thought that with you

We were a great team
me and you

banana-split gorgeous!

fighting off beggars
and liars
and cheats
and dirty ex-husbands
and saints



Galactic memories
of times when i tried
to eat the leaves
that fell from your bark
tried to taste their journey
over vicious terrain
and their climb
over some of the highest
mountains





recurring dreams
of times when we ate leaves
in the park
beneath the pumpkin moon

And that is how the moon is I thought
A dangling carrot above me
above all of us
down here

But as I was dreaming
I realized you'd already
left
and I was standing alone
eating leaves

tasting their pain
from prodding blunt objects
and being yelled at
like some kind of obscenity
or curse



festering memories
of insanity
When I had to
dry heave thoughts
to create explanations
for exhausting games of tag
and cracked pictures in my head
framed by merry-go-round chases
of parting gifts
from window dreams



knock, knock
whose there?
Waiting...




I held your hand
considerably shorter than you

but we worked...

you trained me well

now what to say?

I've gone off and become something of a metaphor
in your life

no longer bartering jellybeans
for lunchbox specials
or watching
from the wing of foreign walls
as your frowning
gargoyle eyes
release and open
manually

as you speak
fantastically
on staircases
and tight ropes
and think like Fraud
in some grand
light speed manner

I was a
Grissom hero
with a screen door
telling my baby sister to go to sleep

Remember?

When I could
touch the bottom of false beauty so easily
and then quickly
swim to the top

create maps to find that liquid sky
where silent harks of joy
are born to nice guys
and let my Macho confessions punch
a forbidden future
twisted vision
be my demise




I'm beyond competitive backpack expositions now
and
brown bagging lunch
or
Needing assistance to
persecute the philosophy of others

I've run my boyscout muscle ship
into this weird rotten hell

i've got your dance down

and i see myself sometimes
I'll past myself on the train
seated by the window
writing
Eyes glossy
as if
dazed and confused
as if
THINKING about the world around
but unable to see it

I wonder what you're thinking

as young as he is
with as much as he hasn't seen
he writes a great deal
leaning against that universal high
secure in saying nothing but
suspicious or unattended words

I wish him a safe voyage

She said to me...

Your a dreamer...lost in your own world
fantasies and thoughts
mixed up into one

Crunchy sweet memories
we ate up til the day was gone

you looked like tarzan
swinging past me

i hope it doesn't rain

kissing ancient hellos for the first time

(Alie's song)


I know a woman whose eyes don't blink
fluid like running water in the sink
windows to the soul
but a pool on the heart
what does her soul hold
or rather
pull apart?

as she tells this certain song
in snow skin white
with tiger hair
like some psychedelic geisha

I know a woman who burns her tears into paper
And cries before
a porcelain surface of imagination
Eyes distant like shooting stars
but pull you in with a melted gold
fascination

for what it's worth
I paid my curiosity some attention
and found out
that she was hiding
my long lost twin

How infectious her smile was
How beautiful the laugh
Even in chagrin
raining as if
melodious fireball pieces
that splinter silence
and awkward moments
like dancing penguins
on top of conversations

even still
amidst her alluring madness
of imagination
waiting behind dark full-moon irises
like goblets of dreams
or hidden passions in spoonfuls

you'll find a chaos
not unlike
the creation of the universe
or Salvador Dalis happy mistakes
that
if you can stare it down
in all its glory
without flinching

will peel your banana thoughts
Of self-destruction and false beauty
and remind you
of what it means
to be a true dreamer

Peter Pan's blackeye

Quiet boys

wait inside

while girls

go out and play

but when they find

themselves in school

it's hard to break away

romantic portrait's

faded welcomes

extend on swollen pools

bridging onyx irises

of steel and cupid's tools

Patiently

you waited

for a truth

that was never young

all views and points sedated
for you knew the answer

all along...

Love-handles

i said

all that turning around

will fashion a calling for me

but you followed your curiosity anyway

and it wasn't you who spoke

it was your eyes
Tell him to take me to the darkside of a Matinee

you said to them

lies

Don't you know the after-life of my party crashes?

we cheated dreams

out of their fire darts of pleasure

and fell all over the heavens

with our pride

but there was never a promise

of september to be carrion

or that I'd stickto the glue in your eyes

you want me

more than a goodbye kiss

and pray for a sequal to what it feels like
when my spirit

and your spirit

almost kiss

but in-between us

there's a doberman that sits

and i destroy something

when your lips

are wrapped around my lips

the fabric of our systematic libito

is cut

and we run to the wing of foreign walls

You raise your mind up around us

i play jazz beneath the covers

and

in the end

you might think i

only some devil crying freedom

but

dream girl

We could have made villains

fade outside our reason

for living in that good lucid moment

Anti-matter

You move like eyes

but never see

checkmate on queen

and dive into the warmth

of digerati

You inhale

and drink me up

I inhale

and your heart stops

You breathe

and start to break away

I breathe

to try and make you stay

Blank. Breathe. Rebirth,inspite

Bleed. Panic. Reframe from height

Neon. Thoughts,and darling mind

unstable. Sound,declares me blind

unbled, but maybe thats a loss

sculpted dreams and vanity

swiggle icarus

aaall across

A burn so lovely,

you're dared to breathe

I inhale

and you start to bleed

don't burn away

your skin deep dreams

when you find

the better version of me

likes cartoons

and sees you a queen

I just wanted

to rock your freedom-sour heart to sleep

but instead

can only reinvent a freedom sickness

A Poet's Manifesto (poetry doesn't want me).txt

Hear me you stinging parasite

If you don't get this

Cautioners with authortiywill sing you to sleep

you need meand

i need you

You weren't meant for sensitivity

or bleeding clarity

You're secular wisdom is born

in-between a melted heart

a split second of midnight sunrise

to reach that Gold knowing

a crashing into a hunger for great light

At first i asked

so what are you?

another personification of some angry emotion?

But that wasn't fair

back then i was a happy twin

asleep and lazy under covers

i would stage showswhere I ran around screaming

"look what art made me do!"

before shooting people dead

with gun-shaped fingers

but now

I'm addicted to panic

and naked sweet nothings

I care for rocking one million worries

i am afraid to utter darkness in conversations

and put a real gun in each production now

Wakeup your sleepy hands

to this sublime right-away

You saved my life

we need eachother to create life!

you might be about to say

"you are too much devil for me"

but that is because you are confused

you might be dying for MY map of your head

A map of delusional cities

but you are ruled by small print

and thoughts of anarchist dementia

you try to torch me

to burn away my sanity

even though you're addicted to me

even though i was made for fire

even though i won't burn

How self-fish of you

to believe in the meaning

of all your glass fears

How self-fish of you

to leave me standing

with no one to help me

kindle the fire

and tend the gardens

for creation

Pixie you're good to me in your bad times

To keep on loving
everything that burns
or wasn't real
lets call
the most beautiful girl in the world!
a recipe to blackholes
on the outskirts of
cigarette thoughts
and memories
of your hands...wrapped around my throat

How i killed you

I will nod
and give you a hopeful comment
and you will smile and turn your head
like all the others
only to return to embrace me
as they did as well

and then
later on
you will realize that my love
is not a slow realization
a snake or tiger waiting in the brush
as is yours
but a crushing love

one as all-consuming as the sea
you will either dive into me
as if an expert
and drown

or you will crash into me
and I will break you
unforgiving

even more
around this time
I will tell you about the others
the ones before you

And you will be able to see them now
Their bodies piled atop one another
like legos
along the rocks of my shore

and you will wonder
what magic was used
to lore you
into such a trap

and I will tell you sweet things
things to keep you
from seeing
how bright my love can shine
when it's raining

I will tell you things
to keep from scarring you
to camouflage how much
of a masachist my love really is
beaten and dragged down
howbeit torn and ripped
it does not falter to its knees
merely takes one hit across the cheek
and braces the other for impact

I will comment
I will smile
I will nod and shake my head
with embrangled rapture
that gives you hope
that I am not the man
for which
you suspect me to be
that I do not
posses the love
you suspect that I have

I will repeat the whole process again
that was admitted from the beginning
but at this time
you will see through me like a ghost

Yes
you will struggle as they all have
through my vines grip of affection
and look upon me as if I am a transparent

And i will comment
I will smile
I will nod and shake my head
hoping that my last few tricks
will blind you
to the person I truly am

but around this time
you will smile and turn your head
like all the others
and collapse
onto the waste side
with the rest of my unwitting victims

unrequited breath
your smile
and most importantly
seeing through my illusions
but choosing death instead

And that
is how I will kill you

Deftones Lyrics' illustrations: Deathblow

Soon as you came in, all the beast went away They noticed that you're warm, wait till you leave then come back for more...

The ropes hang to keep us all awake

and I should have known

As soon as you came in, the agony went away I noticed what you wore to everything we spoke and more...

And the ropes hang to keep us all awake

Portrait of love

Cigarettes with PB&J

The relationship of Addiction and Romance

When Reality met Idealism

Roselini the Magical Princess


There once danced a magical princess who liked to sew
or rather a princess that was very magical
Her name was Roselini
And she was a princess
made mostly of roses and honey

despite her birth she followed along
a Mexican circus howbeit unique

For it was full of magical Hadas
along with occasional
dark-skinned freaks

oh! they loved our dear princess
for a passion and kindness
despite a shyness
unrivaled by many

It fueled her magic
which helped her expression
For Roselini was mute
and could not speak any

Her magic came out
in the garments she made
which begot feelings of
roses in bloom

And the faces she painted
for acts and performance
sparkled like honey
kissed by the moon

she also made jewelry
with a love and a passion
the spirited faeries
had never quite seen

This made her jewelry
especially precious
producing a love
that was magically keen

Though speechless and shy
Roselini was famous
For her kindness to others
throughout all the land

She made clothes with magic
which brought cheer to tragic
orphans who were sad
or needed a hand

the faces she painted
enchanted large crowds
and her jewelry freed minds
of many that were cowed

In one special case
she used her passion
livened the rags of a dark skinned freak

And as token of his gratitude
He gave her five balloons
with eyes and humor
and mouths that could speak

Roselini clutched the balloons
but their strings slipped away
and they quickly began
to rise in the air

Amongst their talk they did not notice
and all she could do was
not speak but only stare

She chased them out the of circus
and down a lengthy hill
she followed them from bright chirps
until silence made her still

She knew not where she was
and the sun would soon to set
her cheerful mileau was gray
and she wondered where the songbirds went

Then she jumped at the sight
of a fallen song bird
It looked drained and dying
with a voice deeply stirred

that's when Mosquito fiends
in top hats and canes
loomed from out of wood

"We want your blood princess Roselini
for it's as sweet as honey
and will do our bodies good!"

Roselini cried out
for distant help
from her carnival Faye and freaks

But without a voice
her calls were mute
and the mosquitoes came closer to eat

The princess clutched her necklace and cried
when something odd occurred

The necklace rose
with a brilliant light
and her voice was that of a songbird

It was loud though graceful
the voice of an angel
calling the balloons
to come to her aide

They flew down as she clutched their strings
and then they swept up and zoomed away

not far behind the mosquitoes gave chase
getting close before slowing down

and each time they came close
they popped one balloon
Coercing them to move faster
with tears and a frown

Soon only one remained
and it carried the princess
at a slow-moving smooth descent

when suddenly there was a wailing
followed by pop!
and Roselini fell from the sky
and through the roof of a circus tent

The surrounding crowd gasped
the ring master blushed
and she sat atop a pair of acrobats

She stared at the crowd
both frightened and sad
for it was taboo to ruin an act

the crowd murmured in confusion
which rose to loud rants
For entertainers are loved
So long as they enchant

Roselini clutched her necklace
as tears came down
and out loud
she started to sob

But her sobs came out as beautiful music
that wrenched attention from the mob

Roselini's sweet voice
beamed as a light
pausing movement in and outside the tent

Some people cried
others rejoiced
and when she stopped
was given a standing ovation

By everyone: audience, the performers,
Faye and freak, clapped in praise to
Roselini's song

So she stood and curtsied
with a smile and a wave
saying "Gracias" to the enormous throng

She was no longer shy
for she'd found a voice
despite her losses
no uno o dos

she smiled
for her magic would shine even brighter
and she could help those who would need it most


THE END...