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"NOTHING"
Since occupation of the land, Colonized souls wonder, Seeking everything, seeking nothing. Society accepts the oppressors agenda, No questions asked, no answers questioned. Non-Existence continues New seeds raise from the dirt. Educated only to be a worker, Processing thoughts expressed by words deemed not important. Forming an opinion expels, school doors lock, You feel you're worth everything, They feel you're worth nothing. Raised by caring hands inside the circle, Treated like a homeless dog all other times, Trained to resist the caged pound every second, Programmed to lose the battle within. Turn to the wonders of the herbal leaf, Taste elevating to the next level, However, life's hardships become the norm, Unemployment balanced with a joke. Everything's funny. Everything is nothing. Anger bottled with aggression escalates, Manage a smile, nurture the pain. Youth becomes old at twenty, The loss of Loved Ones mounts, depression controls. Memories lighten the day, memories darken the night. Turn to liquid poison to forget about everything, To forget about nothing. The world spins off its axis, brain already gone, Alcohol keeps the voice shut, frustration boils Tastes of nature becomes foreign, Veins thicken with each processed food bite. Corporate Dealers now supply your fate, Each dollar spent, stress grows. Accumulation wins, YOUR HEART STOPS. Your life meant everything, your life meant nothing. In mourning, sunshine dulls, minutes linger, clouds rain. Recall miniscule moments, Regretting not knowing how to help, If you could listen, We could tell you everything, We would say nothing. Suffering ends, Hell is abandoned and left behind. Ancestors greet, never knew reuniting was possible. They point down below, watching those still un-dead. Cycles continue, blame re-served on a cold dish, Guilt engulfs the next, Emotional pain reigns. The same bottle raised to new lips, Caught up in a rerun, our struggle will never end. Once again we block, thoughts and emotions trapped, We seek guidance from your knowing heart, To feel the beat, to feel the freedom. Your death will be a catalyst, Your death will aid the revolution Shattering the bubble needs your touch. Assist those who unknowingly seek it, Comfort those who care. Flying above, you've become the Angel We saw underneath all the layers of disfunction. Slowly you fade from the abyss, And quickly, you fade into everything! Until our last breath is extinguished, Your memory will not become forgotten, Your memory will not become nothing. IN LOVING MEMORY OF FRANK MONTES  June 27, 1959 to March 17, 2007 Words By: Richard Montes |
"IDENTITY LOST"
She tried to help Plunged me against the wall Gripped my hands Positioned them on her heart Felt the pulse of earth run throughout my body Felt the pain of a dying land Felt the loss of another sun Felt the loss of connection between flesh and spirit She immigrated into me Elevated my being to the sky Varicose veins evaporated Third eye unlocked Whitewashed in a country without nature Praying to a god who never listens Sacrificing my soul to a materialistic society Light fades out She stains who she touches Ink overtaking skin Blood turns black. She tried to help Caressed me with her essence Gripped my hands Positioned them on my heart Felt the pulse of a lost soul Felt the pain of a dying culture Felt the loss of another son Felt the loss of connection between man and ancestor She is right She is wrong Her light fades out Her light shines bright Duality within She always stains Black Ink Brown Red Teteoinan sees We are not the rulers of this land But natives who have to be one With her.  Words By: John and Richard Montes |
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