*HUMANIST HIGH-GROUND* 12.09.2013

you know, this feeling is death
like an assassinated presidents
brains sitting in the lap of his wife
still warm, exciting, like
where you been

you know, this well-being feeling is illusion
like a country worm eaten
with prisons and mass caskets waiting
cities stricken, S.W.A.T. cordoned
crack quieted, as the countryside sits awake
months, spun, pigs and horses

you know, the feeling i felt in that cell
that never could anything ever work out
that some basic thing inside was broke
that THE MAN was out to get
and i would die all alone hepatitis sick

pulled back from this by a bracelet
of rosemary in the mid-east
walking back and forth on pristine cement
to crunching home in 15 below
you know a part of you, but which?
survived it

so today im to the library, to the mountain
this body that has held his nephew
and a womans body smelling of expensive perfume
this body that performs same exercise
same sets, same sweat

you know, ive stumbled politically because
so much here vying for attentions
ill admit to entertaining the consumerist
sex sparkled, side tracks
but i was given life because of politics

a revolutionary death, buried in red flag, hated
by the labor aristocrat amerikkan
spit upon by the four hundred pound
embraced by the ninety
this ones for the 500 million starved annually
first world casualties

facebook stupid, pornography jaded
bullshit propaganda couched in sarcasm
motherfuck your cliches and moral high-grounds
your repetitive rich puppet elections
from deify to hated
again and again...

bourgeois weaken as my nephews
strengthen
die a martyr or lie bloody
felled by your own people for imperialist corporations
bloody puppet brains useless
like your nation of white supremacist
labor aristocrats on vicoden
anti-psychotics and anti-depressants

*Discard* 11.09.2013

caffine , sugar and solitude
loose sweats, shaved head, oldies

paying these fines and attending these classes
sleeping sleep slowly, living life finally

the funny thing is these enemies
who are your friend only if

the scary thing is breeding, matrimony
easing the boredom of being

remember the chains scraping on cement
screams of those lost, anti psychotic

you can see me mopping floors at mcdonalds
hear the plastic scraping cement

one day i will just be wind
pushing the sand dunes as i was meant

listen to the stars asking illusion
feeling the madness, dancing friendships
with those still taking serious
animated stardust

old folks homes, solitary cells
plastic mcdonalds tables

billions served similar cartons
used seconds
disposed automatically

chew, flush, swipe card, forget
that when you believe in nothing but quickness
taste and colorfulness

life becomes point a, point b
empty
purposeless

*Fairy Tale* 11.05.13

the day i was released, my mama didnt recognize me

and a comrade offered to take me to dennys 

for breakfast. we ate mcdonalds. both ashamed

corporate salads and quarter pound meat

sitting in my first real seat in seven years

i watched selena gomez. amazed that

such beauty beside such ugly 

pop comedy

keepin up with my lawsuits

sleepin, wakin to leg cramps

clockin into work with a smile

dyin inside wanting to cry

planning for the day the prison needs feeding a constant

how long could a human live on pine nuts, in a tree hut

stomach bleeding to the tune of squirrel chirping

is it safe to caliber imagined shootouts

cant vote. cant possess weapons

cant miss a piss test or its 2023

can you believe surviving solitary confinement

anti imperialist 

employed by a corporation. entranced by patriarchist, degrading

female hip twists

watched needles break skin, breaths emanate alcoholic beverage

seen the fatal societal pariah status lift and lock

barely released meat prized

by the stale, needy no longer around me

but by me the many

body bagged

solitary

in front of me those who believed

humbly

i make believe

Doggy Paddle

Doggy Paddle

Will you be with me forever

Let me pour your lips sips of wine

And light your joints of only the best

Kind

Would you accept me barefoot beside

Smile out of breath at night

I want you there when I die

Like

I need to be near when you cry

Share our headstone

Humbly

Carved out of sandstone

Grow old with me unknowingly

Baby

If you were a mermaid

I’d cut off my legs

A vampire

I’d let you feed on me

And hold you tightly entombed

Every day

Until eternity

If I lost my mind I’d discover it

For you

I would

If you lost your mind I’d lose it

With you

I would

Give me all your pain

I’ll turn it into that beautiful smell

Of dust

On a summer afternoon rain

I want you to hate me when you need to

I need you to want me when you hate to

Indian style in the desert naked

Talking

Laughing

Smiling

Doggypaddle in a mountain lake

Naked

Shivering

Pine gum in our hair – laughing

The thing is, Girl, we live in a world

Gone crazy

Do you see this?

A world of airwaves, oil and aluminum

All cancer causing

All part of the problem

And I’ve done too many situps

Do too many pushups

In the past

I did way too many drugs

To make it here

But I’ve made it

And I’ll make it

Nights alone beside

Your nights

Just for a chance to share a night unalone

Isn’t that what life’s about

Spending the nights

Unalone

What else is there , Beautiful

The thing is, Girl. I’m crazy

Can you feel this

Become accustomed

To this

Forgot how to miss

The thing is – I love you

But the water’s deep

And I’m drowning

Without you

Four Walls

Four Walls

Al this I’ve said

Where would it go to

Without you to say it to

Where does all that

I never find someone to say it to

Go to

Without you

I’d be lost without you

All these lives here spent

With no one to go to

To just know you

Knowing you

Gives my thoughts somewhere to go to

Someone to say I Love You to

Too

I’m lost without you

And I don’t even know you

Knowing you without ever

Meeting you

Wanting you without ever once

Having you

Missing you though I’ve just written

To you

To think of you

During everything I do

Makes my days sweeter

Just knowing you

All these things I’ve said

Where would they go to

Without you

1-16-2011

Strategic confidence

Forty years ago today Attica rose up

Since then 600 million children starved to death

Pelican Bay Comrades we’ve had enough

A Revolution sparked by refusing pig lunch

Cover this one up, oppressor

We’ve had enough.

Supermax solitary chokeholding Attica’s sons

Gray-faced and pale captives dying alone

Bricks and steel sucking the life out of everyone

Clench-fisted against imperialism we die as one.

Bring in your army and mow us down

Manufacture a cover-up you plutocrat clowns

Each one of our body bags more heavy

And sacred

Than a billion of your fascist small towns

Red flags draped over true soldiers’ coffins

Reminiscent of those buried beneath Kremlin Gates

Red dawns rising like earth under stampeding buffalo

Another empire crushed poetically-

Like the Greek Goddess of fates.

Forty years today Attica rose up

And for the first time ever  today

One captive voice echoed the world over

As one

One Lung

We’ve had enough

9/14/2011

9/26/2011: PBSP hunger strike commences

Alone Strong

I sit doing ten years for a gram of dope

Witnessing Johannes Mehserle get probation for murder.

I sit watching men starve to death

Witnessing guards who can´t even alight a flight of stairs,

Because they´re too fucking fat.

I sit in a country that told me to stay in school

And educate yourself.

In a cell where they won´t give me a book.

I was told in my youth to just say no

To drugs.

And now that I refuse their psychotropics,

They refuse me parole.

They told me to Love Thy Neighbor,

Like you Love Yourself.

And now I watch my countrymen shoot Mexicans,

Swimming the border.

I sit in the Land of the Free,

Rattling my chains

Waiting

I see the hypocrisy and the bitter twisted lies

Do you?

I sit alone

7.4 million strong

Knowing nothing more than to carry on

Nothing more than my country´s wrong

Knowing nothing – nothing´s at all wrong

To you

… 

(Feb.´11)

Silent Accusation II (Spencer Hooper RIP)

Give us rest, give us time
To sort out why our country doesn't realize
Torture laws and racism exist
And there's more to life than
Those Seinfield reruns you missed
As long as you have a Mazda Miata
With a full tank and a pack of smokes
You couldn't care less about 500,000 dead Iraqi children
Less names to intrude on your child's
Santa Claus naughty or nice list!?! folks?
A dead man hangs from an air vent
As a bunch of cowards laugh at him
But this man's dying breath
Pleaded for me to seek justice for him
And the justice will multiply a thousand fold
Because my strength is endless
I've chosen to pick up a revolutionary cause
And the world's vendettas
Against my supposed country
I'll carry the progressive red flag
And your overweight greedy amerikkkans
Will finally understand the meaning of sad
It's a true emotion that bubbles from within
Totally opposite than your sugar come down
And more human than your bullshit "sin"
Ring around the rosey and pop goes the weasel
Is that spittle on your lip Mr Vegetate?
Dialectics is jet fuel to your racist diesel
Give us rest, give us time
To sort out this mess we've made of our lives
Give us a chance to pay for our crimes
You have our bodies, some of our minds
What more do you want?
More pain and some fines!
Take his rigid body and cut it down
Call him worthless, call him clown
I called him friend, his mother's son
Look at his face, look what you've done.  (Published here)

The Statue of Armageddon

I went to church and learned how to cry

Then came to prison and learned how to smile

Seeking forgiveness only from myself

Becoming unshakable on my solitary shelf

Amerikkkan missiles with nuclear tips

Poised like paper tigers ready to Rip

Payloads in excess of seven destroyed earths

Armageddon, she´s ready, with Lady Liberty´s purse

She´s taken her crown and turned it to horns

Her torch turned missile, Her country wanting more

Gimme Gimme, like a spoiled presidential child

Taking from the weak in the United $nakes style

I sit unable to do much more than write

My pen and myself and the long lonely nights

2.4 million captives loudly screeching the truth

Lady Liberty a missile silo waiting to be used

(stop her)

(October 2010)

Apologetic subterfuge

Published earlier here in this publication.

February 21st, 2010: a three car convoy of Afghans were traveling to the market and then to a hospital for medical treatment. U.$. forces saw Afghans traveling together and launched an air to ground attack. Women jumped out waving their scarves to communicate they were civilians. The U.$. helicopter continued firing. 21 killed. 13 wounded.


December 26th, 2009: U.$. forces raided a home, pulled eight young men ages 11 - 18 out of their beds and gunned them down execution style. U.$. forces and distraught villagers later learned all were innocent of any wrongdoing. An apology was issued by the U.$. military.


Apologetic subterfuge?!

You can love me if you want
Feel free to hate me if you need
Just keep away from me your ignorance
Your racism and patriotic greed
Believe in your jesus
Your superiority and programmed ways
If it helps you sleep at night
Keep preaching your 'end of days'
Seven comes eleven its a crying shame
When the last time you did a pushup
you fucking lames!
Our bodies were built for sweat and love
minds wired for compassion not drugs
Turn off your fucking TV zombie
unplug that phone and those radios
Now listen, you hear it? 'crunch crunch'
That's those red white and blue imperialist goblins
eating Afghani wives and children for lunch
and the ticking sound that's increasing slowly
it's that capitalist system you love
slowly imploding
I'll shed no more tears for you Amerikkka
I'll never forgive you for what you've done
chewing on pregnant mothers and sons
killing unarmed little girls for fun
I'm an anti-imperialist communist poet
and we're winning motherfuckers
Fox 13's just not letting you know it.

February 12th 2010: U.$. forces raided a home and killed five people, including two pregnant mothers and a girl engaged to be married. The New York Times even uncovered Amerikkkan troops engaging in a deliberate cover up in an April 5th 2010 article.

According to a March 3rd 2010 report "The U.$. ignored the deaths of more than 850 Afghan children from treatable/preventable diseases as they focus warring on the second poorest country in the world"

Fuck you Amerikkka!
Straight up.
no apologies.
and no more hiding.
we're watching,
waiting....
tick tick tick!

Dear Comrades (One Love)

Cats and dogs raining down my window

Dust bunnies roaming around my floor

Learned worms crawling around my stomach

Telling me I was taught to want more

These measly maggots at war with science

And what´s before us as real and true

I pump my blood until the skin stretches

Sweat drips onto the concrete like Chinese tea

Searching each repetition the puddle´s reflection

for truth.

The same as I do each U.S.W. study lesson

For a MC´s guidance into deeper realms

Blood starts to puddle and pool with my sweat

I question from where but continue to pace

Letting the itch of it linger on my face

Three cold meals and denials at mail call

Four cold walls and a solitary cot

One man alone with only one thought

Your punk denials will breed lawsuits

And my stomach turns cold to hot

We, Comrades, are part of something larger

More human than “Jesus” dying on a cross

Steering the people through minefields of hate

Aware it´s a privilege we even ate

A species on the sad cusp of extinction

One Vanguard, one chance, one reason

As planet Earth spins out the seasons

Survival of the fittest as Amerikkka weakens

Our species.

One Love Comrades

Utah’s Finest

To protect and serve or belittle and torture?

To me it’s the same, to them I’m not so sure.

Kind of seems like these pigs they feel that

They enjoy our deaths, our suicides, and body bags.

Abu Ghraib wasn’t a fluke or freak of nature,

Those atrocities pale in comparison to what I see here.

Except this stuff’s okay if it were Americans?

Faces filled with expressions of understanding

Loving benevolence as if they’re doing me favors

And I’m deserving of my cage, not a slave here,

Questioning my motives like: why’s he fighting back?

Your corrections made me this way, they’re real as a heart attack.

Also published here.

Pharaoh Obama

Solitary supermax has become me,

Senses numbed, mind gone crazy,

Losing it, lost it, am lost

Freedom you say? How much does it cost

May I pay in this sweat drip from my brow

Years alone or my tired soul you must tell me how

But don’t even whisper ´Believe in the way this system is´

Not a chance, you greedy imperialistic pig

Please stop the wars, open the Mexican border, leave the Middle East alone

Downsize these concentration camps, let my people go!

Money money, that´s all you are about

Amerika´s guilty

The gavel comes down.

3.187´s

Another suicide body being zipped up

To pig laughter, back slapping and such

I´d cry if I could anymore; or seek a hug if they’d

Open this door.

Down with these prisons, down with these lies

Remove these veils from Americans eyes

We come to prison for petty stuff

Get released, return for serious stuff.

Corrections they preach, while driving us mad

They have my body, my uncles and my Dad´s

R.I.P. Spencer Hooper, Danny Gallegos, Ronnie Easterbrook

I’ll remember what this shady system took

2.4 million of us caged,

Growing steadily along with our rage

A stage for anti-imperialist thoughts.

Firing Squad

    I've seen them walk in with the bleach

    Goose stepping out with the rifles

    Bloody fragments and bone in blonde hair

    Brand new Casio watch, new shoes, clean underwear

    The traces of the dead man's Prozac

    Ulcer medications and ibuprophins

    Mingle loosely with the trigger mens viagra

    with their cocaine and caffeine grins

    Where you off to now Mr. Executioners?

    After you've lynched in the most disgusting way

    you are off to your grandchild's christening

    to her prom night or school play

    my sweat drips on to the cold concrete and I chant, i say, "you can't stop us,

    it's inevitable. Soon all you know will fall."

    Tattered socks scrape and squeak as I motion

    I raise my arms and tap my chest, "ten"

    counting out the sets and counting down the days

    here's a promise that I believe the people support

    we won't blindfold you, we'll allow you to watch

    you'll need to see the ones now holding the rifles

    are the very same you've oppressed, starved and stifled

    and we will pull the trigger out of social conscience

    not out of your racism, greed or chauvinistic pride

    and it will not be a secret, the world can watch

    nothing will need to be hidden or secret

    because we'll explain why, to our children we'll teach it

    that the reason we kill you pig isn't out of hate

    it's that food you stockpiled that the starving masses never ate

July 2010

Hogan Return

Prison building in the distance

Stop it I say

Cease trying  to emulate the mountains

With your concrete crags.

The mountains are from God

Yours are manmade peaks

His will forever stand tall

Yours, like Troy, will fall

Damn you penitentiary

Your halogen lights attempt to rival the stars

Blasphemy, a sinner is what you are

Keeping Mother Nature out

And the poor luckless men and women in

Gulag you are destined to fall

The sun will rise on your destruction

Fingering your greasy bricks with her rays

The keepers gone home, dazed and confused

Feeling guilty, feeling soiled and used

Taken by Satan’s wiles they marched

Cuffed, beat, starved, viciously, mind-beat

Their fellow man

He raises his head and wails

Catching, billowing, pushing revolution’s sails

A movement is born on their wind

Millions together at last begin

To rebuild, to heal, to discover truth

We owe it to the people to destroy your false face

We owe it to our youth

Us Natives own this place.

January 2010