Culture
the earnest flower of hinterland
the earnest flower of hinterland
can we escape this
dystopian land?
if only touching hands
would help this dreamland
most of us have planned
for the morrow
though we still misunderstand
the earnest flower of hinterland—
Iba't Iba Ang Ating Nakasanayan (in Filipino/Tagalog language)
Iba't Iba Ang Ating Nakasanayan (in Filipino/Tagalog language)
Mahahalatang
Magkakaiba tayo
Kung pagmamasdan!
SWaG & THe TRiP DoWN THe RaBBiT'S SHiTHoLe
Lyrics:
"he's such an uppity motherfucker
dripping with douchebaggery
but he's got swag..."
* * *
a collective of offended morons
who share a narrow world view
with every keystroke
prancing along with blinders
to pervert what they see as truth
internet superheroes
hive minded individuals
who see insufferable injustice
in every word uttered
a culture of victimhood found
in every innocuous glance their way
the first world problems of today
magnified by fanatics and sheer idiocy
social justice warriors on their high horse riding on
one way trip down the rabbit's shithole
"it's ok, it's all a fucking safe place"
"the world as it really is and always will be can't hurt your delicate sensabilities here"
"just cover your ears and close your eyes"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
la la la
la-tee-da
la la la
la-tee-do
la la la
this has nothing to do with you
la la la
la-tee-da
la la la
la-tee-do
la la la
but maybe someday you'll piece together the fucking clues
we're the disease
and there can be no justice
as long as our race breathes
we'll always hate
we'll always kill
we'll always subjugate
we always have and always will
Marque Dos
I heard a word
on TV:
one Latina called another a coconut,
un coco,
because she couldn't speak Spanish:
"brown on the outside,
white on the inside."
I couldn't help but laugh
at the imagery.
It made me realize
that I must be a marshmallow,
un malvavisco:
white all around,
but hoping to walk through the fire of language
just long enough to brown around the edges,
a tostarme un poco,
to distance myself from the hegemony, and
excuse myself from the party
that's headed for the same token American bar
as last week.
Snow White, naïve Blancanieve
Looking to blend in more than to stand out.
To disappear, a desaparecerme, somewhere.
In Lisbon someone asked if I was Spanish.
In Madrid, Portuguese.
Both times I said no, but thank you so much.
Still forgetting words left and right,
asking to repeat.
Years later I'm out of practice.
Always minding the difference between
mente & menta
entre menta y mente
una mente de menta mentirosa y sabrosa...
The masochistic pursuit of
sideways elevator glances,
supermarket suspicion,
and accusations of having a fondness for underdogs.
America says, “Speak English!”
Everyone else says, “America, try speaking anything but.”
We've got the net
so we can connect:
fiber optic
cables intersect.
Fast cars and highways,
we've got flash mobs and
we've got the bomb.
We view immigrants
---the newer ones, not us---
as software that's outdated
and needs to be upgraded.
This is not my land and this is not your land.
Imaginary lines tend to cost a lot of lives.
Keeping up appearances:
take French in high school.
The state says you should;
it makes your transcript look good...
nothing to do with any actual aspirations of
global citizenship.
Everyone's all up in arms over
Por favor, marque dos para español.
Don't like it? Then don't marque dos, asshole.
Meanwhile, we sell steaks and beer using Australians,
perfume and bras with Italians,
and your GPS comes out of the box speaking British English so you're more likely to trust it.
But anything we don't understand at home
is perceived as a threat:
una amenaza.
I had to look that word up,
cuz it's one I forget.
Much of what we call inclusion
is an illusion:
do we really want to reach out,
or continue in seclusion
con esta confusion que nos separa?
con esta realidad que nunca para?
I heard a word
on TV,
because that's where we hear things.
popular opinion
Naive am I, to realize this cultural lie and continue to live in it
Shameful am I, to see His hand held out to me and only grab His pinky
Loved am I, to feel His presence and witness His fatal actions to prove us worthy
Blessed am I, to be allowed salvation and forgiveness of sin
Coward am I, to know truth and refrain from preaching it
Phony am I, to wish to be loved in His heart and then break it
Strong am I, to admit weakness and see light in darkness
Faithful am I, to believe all is well and strive for His acceptance
Invented am I, to be taught wrongful rights and follow fragulant foot steps
Confused am I, to be only human and pray to be righteous
Two sided am I, to fight for rights and pray for love and peace
Lost in a culture of lies
Stuck with wicked habbits
REPLACING THE ABSOLUTE WITH POPULAR OPINION
RACE
races, language, culture
many more, enough to show
enough way to define colonies
thicker the building, more the safety
a small pore, can blow the hope
can be rectify with stuffs and many more
race between the different society
specify from tradition
culture discrete this diffusion
religion is in every wall
not against at all
but standard do exist
who above , who low
and some not even count any more
occasion, which no word can define
celebrate with potential ,
still have a distance from someone on the line
as in marriage, some do
first see category then explain naturally
a child never see
give a smile, make a balance
like Earth, keep on try
somewhere it still exist
not against, also not follow
only categories are human , human being
as we are human being fellow ....
<<<<.>>>>Soaring Eagle<<<<.>>>>
I soar so high, a screeching echos
my high pitched call cuts through the clouds
my eyes pierce the horizons
I listen for your reply
I watch for your approach....
I see you in the distance
WE begin the flying ritual
The Dance of Sky, Air and Sun
WE pierce the Heavens
with skilled wings and fierce talons....
I wait and watch uncertain
will you pass the test
can you endure the trials of the Sky
thus far you are stead fast
will you continue to follow my lead....
Or like many before you
will you drift away unsure
will you fail to remain stead fast
I wait, watch and listen
a weathered warrior of the Sky....
I await your every move
as the Dawn awaits the Sun
as Night awaits the Moon
as the Earth Mother awaits
Her blanket of Stars....
This Lone Eagle soars the Heavens
Waiting for the ONE to be
my HeART beat
my Breath
my Life....
Chicahuac Necahuatl
1:31 PM 6/30/2013
Copyrights © 2013-2015 Chicahuac Necahuatl
anger
i feel the weight of the realness of this world crush me as Atlas with its futility..
each day i walk this place looking through eyes looking.. searching..
seeking my lover who even now is imprisoned by the weakness of the souls
of this world..
i feel the pain of her longing across a thousand years doubled even
more because to he ears these words might only be art.. but my pain is
real..
i feel the soft caress of her soul urging me onwards.. begging me to
find her and rip apart the walls of her jail cell.. would that i could
feel the flesh of my fingers fall off as i thrust my hands deep into the
hard concret of the walls the world has built around her..
i walk the streets of your cities surrounded by a million sleepers.. those who pace inside their dank jailcells and call it life..
i have strained every vessel til it burst.. exploding into the
totality of myself in an attempt to master the strengths and hungers
required to find you.. to free ur shackled form.. to restore ur divinity
with the purity of my embrace..
each day that passes i am puzzled more.. wondering if these words
reach you directly or from the mouths of others who repeat them..
each day as my eyes adjust to the reality of this world.. the air
grows thick with harpies that laugh at my efforts.. claws scratching me
with my own guilt..
i am lost.. i begin to question this quest i chose so long ago.. but i
am denied even the soft caresses of doubt.. even this anger melts
away.. for i know that even now somewhere in this world your heart yearns
to feel my heat.. your form yearns to feel my touch..
this love i have forged with countless hours in the forge of
passion.. burning away m,y doubts and fears and any traces of their
stained world is not mine to doubt or tarnish… it is
i feel the weight of the realness of this world crush me as Atlas with its futility..
each day i walk this place looking through eyes looking.. searching..
seeking my lover who even now is imprisoned by the weakness of the souls
of this world..
i feel the pain of her longing across a thousand years doubled even
more because to he ears these words might only be art.. but my pain is
real..
i feel the soft caress of her soul urging me onwards.. begging me to
find her and rip apart the walls of her jail cell.. would that i could
feel the flesh of my fingers fall off as i thrust my hands deep into the
hard concrete of the walls the world has built around her..
i walk the streets of your cities surrounded by a million sleepers.. those who pace inside their dank jailcells and call it life..
i have strained every vessel til it burst.. exploding into the
totality of myself in an attempt to master the strengths and hungers
required to find you.. to free your shackled form.. to restore your divinity
with the purity of my embrace..
each day that passes i am puzzled more.. wondering if these words
reach you directly or from the mouths of others who repeat them..
each day as my eyes adjust to the reality of this world.. the air
grows thick with harpies that laugh at my efforts.. claws scratching me
with my own guilt..
i am lost.. i begin to question this quest i chose so long ago.. but i
am denied even the soft caresses of doubt.. even this anger melts
away.. for i know that even now somewhere in this world ur heart yearns
to feel my heat.. ur form yearns to feel my touch..
this love i have forged with countless hours in the forge of
passion.. burning away m,y doubts and fears and any traces of their
stained world isnot mine to doubt or tarnish… it is yours.. and i raise it
high again into the air.. it burns my fingers as it bursts across the
dark skies for you to see..
i yell in pain and anger as it burns brighter stil.. i look to the
shadows of the sleepers as they scatter from its light.. seeking you
hidden among them..
my words fail me now.. they hold no beauty or truth only the echoes
of myu steps as i stumble blind thru a forest of sleeping trees..
planted firmly in the soil of humanities dreams.. yelling and calling
out to u.. sword in hand.. waiting to plunge it deep into those who
would keep us apart..
i am the firce dragon come to save u from the dashing prince.. the
warrior who has returned home from blood from battle for his own soul
only to find his home ransacked.. his lover gone.. i have tread the
years and lifetimes between searching for you.. i feel i am close.. this
moment in time that i step through holds within it the key to our freedom
to be apart no longer.. dream made real and real redefined..
my anger subsides.. if i have waited this long to feel ur tender
flesh underneath hungry teeth.. warm passion flowing thru clasping
hands.. then i can wait even longer..
but each day i look out at the sleepers world and curse it for
seperating us.. for twisting the very paths of the four winds so that you
do not recognise my voice..
call out to my flesh and blood.. my words do live but they are not
me.. i have walked through the millenia to reach this wall between us..
this seperator of faith and dream.. reach through to me..
yours.. and i raise it
high again into the air.. it burns my fingers as it bursts across the
dark skies for you to see..
i yell in pain and anger as it burns brighter stil.. i look to the
shadows of the sleepers as they scatter from its light.. seeking you
hidden among them..
my words fail me now.. they hold no beauty or truth only the echoes
of my steps as i stumble blind through a forest of sleeping trees..
planted firmly in the soil of humanities dreams.. yelling and calling
out to you.. sword in hand.. waiting to plunge it deep into those who
would keep us apart..
i am the fierce dragon come to save you from the dashing prince.. the
warrior who has returned home from blood from battle for his own soul
only to find his home ransacked.. his lover gone.. i have tread the
years and lifetimes between searching for you.. i feel i am close.. this
moment in time that i step through holds within it the key to our freedom
to be apart no longer.. dream made real and real redefined..
my anger subsides.. if i have waited this long to feel your tender
flesh underneath hungry teeth.. warm passion flowing thru clasping
hands.. then i can wait even longer..
but each day i look out at the sleepers world and curse it for
seperating us.. for twisting the very paths of the four winds so that you
do not recognise my voice..
call out to my flesh and blood.. my words do live but they are not
me.. i have walked through the millenia to reach this wall between us..
this seperator of faith and dream.. reach through to me..
American Me
My blood line is from the South
You say my name in plain English
I have a pronunciation in Spanish
My blood line is Inca and Spanish
Nicaragua is the name
Karen, is my name
So, Americanize me!
Today, I saw your sun
Today, I have an accent
What are you waiting for?
Civilize me!
My eyes are brown
I have two legs, two arms
Brown hair
Deep creamy white skin
Now, do I have to wear short clothing?
So, you can accept me?
My skin is white
What are you waiting for, American me?
My mouth is shut silent
What are you waiting for?
I, too, have a tea set and; drink from a tea cup
What are you waiting for?
Lynch me
I look at your moon
Mine, is in the third world
What did I do to you?
I have distorted your world.
What are you waiting for?
Kill me.
Work me to death, educate me,
American me
I, too, know, I can walk alone.
This is your sun
Mine, is in the third world
Americanize me.
- Karen Oviedo