Street Poet: Salvador da Bahia, Brasil 2004
Monday, April 30, 2007
Pinned Like a Butterfly
I feel like a butterfly push-pinned to a velvet wall flapping to get free
So beautiful in its struggle, yet hopeless, trapped, and waiting so desperately
But with my wings clipped I cannot fly among the sinking rays of the broken sky—the sun shattered into pieces bringing darkness
There I lay in my abyss amongst carpeted blackness and I begin to know the truth to what I truly miss
Like the blink of an eye where in that instant you missed the only glimpse of pure bliss—Found on this green earth…
but its not so green anymore
Like the touch of a beautiful queen, pushed into you on the street…holding her boyfriends hand, but you caught her sight…For just one eternal instant her eyes met yours and the scarlet letter A blinded her and made you turn away
Then, holding your breath only to exhale her thoughts and become in tune to her rhythm as you lie next to each other in bed—tired but not willing to drift into dreary distance of sleep because our harmonious gasps for air have become intertwined and we feel as though we are divine
Like closing your eyes as if it were for the last time and replaying all the beauty in this world
Because your beauty made me walk down endless desert roads without water
And your beauty made me climb the highest peaks without oxygen.
Your beauty made me dive to the deepest depth gasping for one last breath…one last breath of you…exhaled…but now I am blind
I took in all the beauty of the world for one last glimpse of you
But you left me with just that vision and now I’m like a vagabond on your voyage freely floating around on this globe searching for one last breath of you
Its like playing cards where you have four aces I lost against with a pair of twos
The adrenaline pumps as my heart races
Lost in the valleys of wide open spaces
Where, glacial tills erode our history and wash away a path along my hearts misery
There you will forever be enshrined as the alpin-glow lights illuminate the way
Questions bleed from my veins hoping to wake up another day
And as my chest grows beyond your absence--I might as well become abstinate, I cant go on with these lies…I cant go on with this disguise, I want to just take one last look and for the last time… close my eyes
So beautiful in its struggle, yet hopeless, trapped, and waiting so desperately
But with my wings clipped I cannot fly among the sinking rays of the broken sky—the sun shattered into pieces bringing darkness
There I lay in my abyss amongst carpeted blackness and I begin to know the truth to what I truly miss
Like the blink of an eye where in that instant you missed the only glimpse of pure bliss—Found on this green earth…
but its not so green anymore
Like the touch of a beautiful queen, pushed into you on the street…holding her boyfriends hand, but you caught her sight…For just one eternal instant her eyes met yours and the scarlet letter A blinded her and made you turn away
Then, holding your breath only to exhale her thoughts and become in tune to her rhythm as you lie next to each other in bed—tired but not willing to drift into dreary distance of sleep because our harmonious gasps for air have become intertwined and we feel as though we are divine
Like closing your eyes as if it were for the last time and replaying all the beauty in this world
Because your beauty made me walk down endless desert roads without water
And your beauty made me climb the highest peaks without oxygen.
Your beauty made me dive to the deepest depth gasping for one last breath…one last breath of you…exhaled…but now I am blind
I took in all the beauty of the world for one last glimpse of you
But you left me with just that vision and now I’m like a vagabond on your voyage freely floating around on this globe searching for one last breath of you
Its like playing cards where you have four aces I lost against with a pair of twos
The adrenaline pumps as my heart races
Lost in the valleys of wide open spaces
Where, glacial tills erode our history and wash away a path along my hearts misery
There you will forever be enshrined as the alpin-glow lights illuminate the way
Questions bleed from my veins hoping to wake up another day
And as my chest grows beyond your absence--I might as well become abstinate, I cant go on with these lies…I cant go on with this disguise, I want to just take one last look and for the last time… close my eyes
Creative Crayola Colors
I got a box of crayons…
But my box of crayons doesn’t contain those creative Crayola colors like chamomile brown that we all remember from our younger years
It doesn’t have that-- school bus yellow we used to paint those big bright suns in our stick figure family portraits
Yea, we all thought were masterpieces--with the brick red house and platinum blonde haired family standing happily on the forest green grass
My box of crayons is full of colors of the world that we see today, each and every day
Unfortunately, they aren’t the original creative Crayola colors such as my favorite: purple mountain majesties, or the classic macaroni and cheese
My box of crayons consists of colors like: heartbroken grey and fuck Valentines Day
To me, the once popular purple pizzazz blends well with the new governmental favorite terrorist alert orange
Shaded by the popular preemptive purple we find ourselves filling with fucked by Bush Black
And forget the days of lime green and vivid tangerine
I’ve replaced those with where is the democratic party blue and lung cancer nicotine
There are, of course, the poetic crayons that paint the pictures of this globe
Sunset orange, radiant red, tantalizing turquoise and Beautiful Brazilian blue
But all those have been replaced with American Airlines pilot finger flicking fuck you
Constitutional lies yellow goes nicely with media manipulated maroon
Soon enough we will all end up like the WTF mate cartoon
…Fucking kangaroo brown
Governmental globalization mahogany pollutes the once popular peaceful periwinkle
Atomic Middle East accents well with al Quaida orange
So why don’t we just color destiny with clash of civilizations mahogany
Anyways, lets check the black and white and read all over fabricated news
With endless references to Michael Jackson child molesting baby blue
Or how about scarlet letters paint the way for Kobe Bryant yellow
Because that’s just arbitrary orange
We need to see more colors like humanitarian aid green
And blush from a first kiss excitement rush
The colors of the rainbow have brought us to the brink
Like creating an amendment prohibiting gay marriage pink…
Angry adolescent youths prefer the popular color of my opinion doesn’t matter
And people below the poverty level have way too much I ain’t getting none of that green
Whereas president Bush’s sidekicks are rolling around in reconstruction red
Halliburton yellow and Arthur Anderson orange are building and accounting for our future
Fuscia’s fury is now green with envy
And Oscar winning gold sees a terrorist frenzy
Creative Crayola colors that were once so divine, have come to see their dreams decline
But--on a lighter note…Nike shox are coming out with their new spring line
But my box of crayons doesn’t contain those creative Crayola colors like chamomile brown that we all remember from our younger years
It doesn’t have that-- school bus yellow we used to paint those big bright suns in our stick figure family portraits
Yea, we all thought were masterpieces--with the brick red house and platinum blonde haired family standing happily on the forest green grass
My box of crayons is full of colors of the world that we see today, each and every day
Unfortunately, they aren’t the original creative Crayola colors such as my favorite: purple mountain majesties, or the classic macaroni and cheese
My box of crayons consists of colors like: heartbroken grey and fuck Valentines Day
To me, the once popular purple pizzazz blends well with the new governmental favorite terrorist alert orange
Shaded by the popular preemptive purple we find ourselves filling with fucked by Bush Black
And forget the days of lime green and vivid tangerine
I’ve replaced those with where is the democratic party blue and lung cancer nicotine
There are, of course, the poetic crayons that paint the pictures of this globe
Sunset orange, radiant red, tantalizing turquoise and Beautiful Brazilian blue
But all those have been replaced with American Airlines pilot finger flicking fuck you
Constitutional lies yellow goes nicely with media manipulated maroon
Soon enough we will all end up like the WTF mate cartoon
…Fucking kangaroo brown
Governmental globalization mahogany pollutes the once popular peaceful periwinkle
Atomic Middle East accents well with al Quaida orange
So why don’t we just color destiny with clash of civilizations mahogany
Anyways, lets check the black and white and read all over fabricated news
With endless references to Michael Jackson child molesting baby blue
Or how about scarlet letters paint the way for Kobe Bryant yellow
Because that’s just arbitrary orange
We need to see more colors like humanitarian aid green
And blush from a first kiss excitement rush
The colors of the rainbow have brought us to the brink
Like creating an amendment prohibiting gay marriage pink…
Angry adolescent youths prefer the popular color of my opinion doesn’t matter
And people below the poverty level have way too much I ain’t getting none of that green
Whereas president Bush’s sidekicks are rolling around in reconstruction red
Halliburton yellow and Arthur Anderson orange are building and accounting for our future
Fuscia’s fury is now green with envy
And Oscar winning gold sees a terrorist frenzy
Creative Crayola colors that were once so divine, have come to see their dreams decline
But--on a lighter note…Nike shox are coming out with their new spring line
Friday, April 27, 2007
Meaningless Metaphors
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