Zanzibar, 2022
Paraded in full view, silence is demanded and got
The words wither, fake time continues,
To count the unrelieved falsehood the chimera of life;
Reason did not imprison me
My life being not heavy enough
Was allowed to take flight
To float above the reasoned realm
Revelations of the truth realised only by detachment
Devoured my mind increased my errorless purpose
The search for Zanzibar
The words wither, fake time continues,
To count the unrelieved falsehood the chimera of life;
Reason did not imprison me
My life being not heavy enough
Was allowed to take flight
To float above the reasoned realm
Revelations of the truth realised only by detachment
Devoured my mind increased my errorless purpose
The search for Zanzibar
Jordan, 2019
The deaf and the lame here art shunned, from Rich bafoon's,
The Masses loveth wickedness, of coin's made from golden tomb's
As in their new's, there art no camera's, just idol's and false mantra's, and as they chant in Arabic and Greek, their eye's shut.
In the crypt of the desert's crevice, lies Aaron, the brother of Moses, as all folk's gather as flocking hen's, the prophet's speak of a coming end, yet the trader's careth of no fire, they careth of their camel's and attire, and whilst the tradeth they mock as well.
The Masses loveth wickedness, of coin's made from golden tomb's
As in their new's, there art no camera's, just idol's and false mantra's, and as they chant in Arabic and Greek, their eye's shut.
In the crypt of the desert's crevice, lies Aaron, the brother of Moses, as all folk's gather as flocking hen's, the prophet's speak of a coming end, yet the trader's careth of no fire, they careth of their camel's and attire, and whilst the tradeth they mock as well.
Japan, 2015
A pink kimono
yukata
Adorned with velvet flowers
Standing there in the Springtime mist of Japan,
Guarded by Sakura trees.
Skies are blue,
Singing a beautiful song,
Pink lips like adorable flowers on a spring day,
A most beautiful, kind and loving princess to ever
walk Japan.
Your beautiful face,
Your kindest soul,
Your adorable lips,
You smiled at me.
You have the prettiest voice,
that calms my soul.
You're the most beautiful and loving princess,
ever to walk Japan.
yukata
Adorned with velvet flowers
Standing there in the Springtime mist of Japan,
Guarded by Sakura trees.
Skies are blue,
Singing a beautiful song,
Pink lips like adorable flowers on a spring day,
A most beautiful, kind and loving princess to ever
walk Japan.
Your beautiful face,
Your kindest soul,
Your adorable lips,
You smiled at me.
You have the prettiest voice,
that calms my soul.
You're the most beautiful and loving princess,
ever to walk Japan.
Los Angeles, 2017
The greenest trees and the most picturesque beaches.
The soft sands of the desert,
and the rolling slopes of the foothills.
My body, my mind, my spirit, all belong to you, oh Great and Wonderful! California.
Your hills are on fire,
scarring the beauty of your curves.
Your rivers run dry,
suffocating the green into brown.
How my heart cries for you! Oh dry, oh burning, oh how relentless this war against you, oh California! And there is no relief in sight, winter promises no respite, and the summer will be long and tough and dry like the ones before and before and before.
The soft sands of the desert,
and the rolling slopes of the foothills.
My body, my mind, my spirit, all belong to you, oh Great and Wonderful! California.
Your hills are on fire,
scarring the beauty of your curves.
Your rivers run dry,
suffocating the green into brown.
How my heart cries for you! Oh dry, oh burning, oh how relentless this war against you, oh California! And there is no relief in sight, winter promises no respite, and the summer will be long and tough and dry like the ones before and before and before.
Brasil, 2018
He aquí mis vecinos.
He aquí mis hermanos.
Las mismas caras latinoamericanas
de cualquier punto de America Latina:
Indoblanquinegros
Blanquinegrindios
Y negrindoblancos
Rubias bembonas
Indios barbudos
Y negros lacios
Todos se quejan:
-¡Ah, si en mi país
no hubiese tanta política...!
-¡Ah, si en mi país
no hubiera gente paleolítica...!
-¡Ah, si en mi país
no hubiese militarismo,
ni oligarquía
ni chauvinismo
ni burocracia
ni hipocresía
ni clerecía
ni antropofagia...
-¡Ah, si en mi país...
Alguien pregunta de dónde soy
(Yo no respondo lo siguiente):
Nací cerca del Cuzco
admiro a Puebla
me inspira el ron de las Antillas
canto con voz argentina
creo en Santa Rosa de Lima
y en los orishás de Bahía.
Yo no coloreé mi Continente
ni pinté verde a Brasil
amarillo Perú
roja Bolivia.
