I'm losing my mind

Knock Knock,
I'm on vacation
this is a creation
with little elation.
the root of desperation.
I come with a situation:
My mind can't breathe.
In spite of the invitation
and serious contemplation
I can't seem to make myself
Think. Or Re-think
my mind is tinkering.
Trickling down my spine
with my body it intertwines,
and becomes one thing.
Regardless of inspiration
it all blurrs together
like waves crashing
into piers.
Knock Knock I'm gone.
Above and beyond,
My mind floats and goes
without catching hope
or feeling at ease.
Somewhat of a coma,
is happening within me.
and all I can do is let it be.
Knock, knock.

*tickity tackity**

el tickity tacky* de tu teclado
invoca en mi algo innato.
escribo porque es mi manera de vivir
y las cosas las tengo que decir.
el tickity tacky* de tu teclado
invoca en mi este mensaje
y sin ningun rodeaje
te dejo saber lo que en mi nace.

tickity tackity**
de tus dedos emite
un palabreo incomprensible
para muchos, indefinible,
para otros, sensibles.

tickity tackity**
perdemos el hilo
y la conversacion se convierte
en otro nido
del tickity tackity **
llegando a nuestro oido.
y nos olvidamos
pa' que fue a lo que vinimos.

tickity tacky*.
te escribo,
a ver si escuchas mi ruido.
este en el cual baso lo que vivo.
estas palabras sin filo.
que solo defino
como
tickity tackity**

She has freckles like the Bing Bang did.

she has freckles
and i like to spend my days/nights with her
forgetting that we are floating in this space.
Nebula Bushwick is the galaxy we incorporate
inside orange sheets,
captured by the air conditioners' breeze–
i ponder, on how many freckles she has.
her soft skin, pale as a wedding veil,
is the perfect background for skin constellation.
i count these freckles with much elation
one by one. each by each.
sitting at the Sun's feet.
Listening to Donovan talk about yellow things–
she has freckles.
and every time i find a new one
it's like uncovering an uncharted island
in the archipelago of her body twitch–
my hands explore more and more,
the containment evaporates–
take off! "Houston, here we go!",
ashore i am left between the oceans of
her interstellar flow.
she has freckles.
like the stars in the night sky, I want our stars to
collide and bing bang all over the place.
Creating oceans, earth, wind and more–
Europa and all the continental moons
orbiting around us.
I want to be prettier than Venus,
with her and her freckles.

DAVID BISBAL DID A CAMEO ON JANE THE VIRGIN. WTF.

The room smells like orgasms and spliffs.
It resembles a brothel, but with a degree on the wall.
Maybe brothels have degrees on walls.
Who am I to judge? Thermometers are everywhere.
Temperature is measured by mercury.
And although i am part of the debauchery,
It's not the right climate to get into this.
The lighting in the room is based on
"What a 15 year old sees drunkenly stumbling
In old san juan. Heels included."
The fan is always on in this room.
Makes great ambiance noise.
The noise also resembles waves
And palms raving in beaches.
Or so the room thinks.
The room is trying to make it happen.
and maybe it has to whore around for a bit.
No room to quit.
The room smells like Orgasms and spliffs.

Mueve esas nargas Milanga; disfrútalas, como senda jeva.

Mueve esas nargas Milanga, 
que la rumba esta buena.

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

pa' eso se hereda de la abuela. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

que la cosa se pone buena. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

que nadie te quita de ellas. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

hipnotiza a quien quieras. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

tu historia no es cualquiera. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

importa un bledo que piensen aquellas. 

Mueve esas margas Milanga,

sacúdelas hasta que no puedas. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

no todas encienden candela. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

entiende el poder que hay en ellas. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

a ver quien cae en la rueda. 

Mueve esas nargas Milanga,

pa' que no se pregunten,

y no se asusten,

cuando vean que 

la que menea tiene 

curvas, humores, 

métodos seductores.

no necesita retoque

no inventa, reintenta

de cambiar lo que es.

Senda Jeva. 

INCUBUS CAME OUT WITH A NEW MUSIC VIDEO TODAY, THIS IS PRETTY GAY

Alas it was you.
It was you all along.
The spark I was missing,
the muse that kisses
the lighting that strikes me---
helpless, I am when you are near.

Alas, it was you. I was looking
far and all the way through
and right inside me, there was you.
Why was I such a fool? It was you.
Always you. The match that fires this,
inside, you rattle and shake,
rattlesnake---come bite me.

Alas, it was you. All along,
it was you. The current that pushes,
a tsunami floats within me,
please don't spite me for not realizing
sooner. I will evacuate to a safe zone soon enough.
Alas. It was I. In disguise,
safe and hiding, my demise.
It was I all along. A muse so divine.
Living in your spine. Time to let it shine.

y así es como debe ser.

Estas sola.
Acéptalo.
No es un juego.
Estas sola,
y se te va de las manos.
entre tanta ola,
se te olvida
como nadar.

Estas sola.
Acéptalo.
No es un juego.
No hay remedio.
Llegas. Sola.
Te iras. Sola.
Entre tanta pangola,
se te olvida
como progresar.

Estas sola.
Acéptalo.
No es un juego.
Es perfecto.
Lo necesario,
por mas que busques,
lo llevas adentro.

Estas Sola.
Acéptalo.
Entre tanta historia boba,
no pierdas lo mágico de
las conversaciones
a cualquier hora
que surgen
entre tu y tu aliento.

For that which you cannot control

Why you fussin? 
Can't you see the whole world
before your eyes,
is blossoming?
rain trickles down
from above.
clouds pass by
quickly,
         [look, all I'm trying to say is
stop trying to control things
that are
        [out of your control
let fate run its course,
atoms explode,
right before your eyes
a galaxy combines
in the shape of
         [dust balls,
winter is upon all of us,
and there's nothing you can
do about it, nothing. So
stop fussin over things you
cannot control.
         [it stopped being cute
months ago. With summer.

Energy from my ink

If I write,
and write,
and write,
who reads?

If I beg,
and beg,
and beg,
will you please,

take a moment with my plea.
Shed the light,
the energy within.

Can't you see?
People getting killed without ease.
Yet, here we are learning someone else's'
ABCs,
Crying over things that don't really mean
anything,
or maybe everything,
to just some fiend.

All these things,
things,
things
that don't have any significant
mean,
mean,
meaning.

corrupt our being,
and beings;
they are material,
stagnant compilations,
of what we think is a realization,
of backward thinking at it's peak.

I bet you probably think I'm lying,
but this is just one of the many
cruel realities
encompassed within my stream
of lies,
lies,
am I lying?

I wish I was.
But truth be told,
you're just as valuable
as the next facebook status
that gets likes galore.

So do me a favor.
Forget all these gadgets,
and focus on the energy
that flows

among you. around you. inside you.

and let it show.

I was thinking of what to say

and then I said it

"I don't want to do this anymore"

Pupils Dilate.

Blood thickens,

freezes, releases,

leaving you in pieces

as I pack my bag and

walk away.

Your voice trembles.

"I don't understand"

you say.

I look at you straight

in the face,

the typhonic rush

of tears that remain

make me say:

"I can't lie

like you lie

to yourself."

"Please don't walk away

I can explain"

I leave you there

bare.

and from the window
i feel your stare
watching me go.
piercing the back of my head
as i move ahead.

a life without you
is a life i can bear.
no more heart of mine
to tear.

no heart, no heart
what heart?
it's gone.
puf.

cogí un atajo y me perdí.

Mamá! Mamá! me perdí.

Me perdí en las calles de Madrid.

Vagando por Tirso de Molina,

no fue apropósito. Solo

andaba en busca de aires más livianos,

unas cuantas copas en el sistema,

y un buen rato.

O quizás fue aquel verano en Boston,

donde la soledad se hizo

mi abrigo y decidí 

finalmente, quitarme ese amor

que me sacaba de quicio,

pues ya no aguantaba más el vicio

de querer y no ser querida.

Me perdí, no se cuando,

pero lo hice.

Y aunque me lo avisaste desde temprano,

me perdí en los miles de buenos ratos

a los cuales me comprometí

por caprichos de chamaquita.

Mamá, me perdí.

Y aunque siempre me dijiste

que el amor esta aquí,

en la familia, busque en mis afueras,

lo que no tenía que estar buscando. 

Y me perdí.

Mis piernas, que alguna vez 

caminaban por Tirso de Molina,

pedalearon por Boston,

y se abrieron entre tanto mal mozo,

cogí el atajo más corto,

no supe diferenciar cual era mi propósito

y

mamá,

me perdí. 

Resin Fingertips

Your fingertips are stained with resin.
That's a good way to let people know you were off to no good.
If they knew these resin fingertips are much sweeter than that.
Not only used for packing and flying higher. These are
Solicited, pure and much requested for.

See, these resin fingertips like to cause trouble.
They rile up, faster; go slower.
The turn, fluctuate, and give pleasure.
They show off my credentials and
sometimes make me seem incredible.
These resin stained fingertips can
help you scream louder.
They show off my techniques,
reviews that would make you perspire.

Oh stop it, don't make me feel more flattered.
You're not the only one whose resin fingertips of mine have desired.