EMANUEL PRECIADO
I'm a writer, poet, and m.c..
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U TURNS
Worn, scorn, and healing myself from the burns.
I thought I had earned it because its far from another escape.
Hiding mostly visible scars with duct tape.
So take me, taste me if you must, but when I ask for anything in return.
People never reach my dwellings, what I learned, they never make it to
my home because of the sign posted U Turn.
U Turns while Im trying to teach the art of half circles .
Its difficult to find definition when eyes are swollen and purple.
So lets hold hands and jump these hurdles before we nd up yet another rat race.
I dont exist Im merely energy and matter wed together in space.
Those coming to visit make a left where lies the dying fern and try to
ignore the sign that reads U Turn.
Never had it because of the u turns, never made it because of the u turns,
never accomplished because of the u turns.
I cried out your name and saw you turn but it was only a glance,
I must have not said the right things or worn the right pants.
Halfway along the way but still deeply concerned
Cycles can never be completed while committing U Turns..
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THE STENCH JUST DOESNT GO AWAY, IT LINGERS...
Communication just doesnt take place, tree limbs snap all the time
but they grow back in.
Effort is given or at least enough as either one of us can muster right then
Wavelengths seem to catch strange static from within.
The carnage and stench of old bodies amidst a field of poppys
and would ve thought an old jalopy would be the vehicle to heavens gate.
So for heavens sake I wish I knew how to shed my skin like the somber
serpent, really trying to repent and suspended in mid air relying on
broken wings.
All the little things shouldnt really matter but they add up
Patches seem to leave uneven skin and band aids don t cover all the
sarcastic grins,
smoke signals arent carried far enough by he winds,
clouds grow and rains put out the fires from the same old sins.
Bridges have been built in much tougher terrain,
I shout out loud when I see you but its kept deep inside my brain.
I got your message but there must have been holes in my pocket.
Danger lurks even where signs arent posted.
Attacks come crashing down without even a notice, and I Know this.
I like learning the hard way like 27 stitches but you cant say I m not ambitious
and I d be religious but I have trouble concentrating, and regurgitating all over myself.
A self starter trying to write something worthy of your upper shelf
I would hand write each and everyone of my my own collections.
Just a collection of thoughts after I dropped them on the floor and failed to find
and explore the moral majority.
Just like the rest of us one of the little people, my eyes are too big for the
peephole and I missed all the current affairs.
Stares were returned in the living room window and I heard more than just
willows weep.
Knee deep in concrete because that was your chosen trade, worked away
everything in the end left hollow and ashamed, but the beast is tamed and
belly is filled.
War is ready for a pause because my soldiers cant stand all the kills.
I built my own fort and sold my soul to pay my bills.
I cant wipe off this stupid grin because I keep hoping for a happy ending
Coming to terms with myself that I m just pretending, and giving hugs with
plastic limbs while wearing my thimble and sewing my seeds in the garden.
Not starting anything I m not finishing, the pain is internal but I cant help grimacing
Walking on unfinished surfaces straight into desolate desert sands
If it came down to me and you, I d have to say that the latter is a better man ...
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MEDICINE MAN
The medicine man arises with his staff in hand contemplating the journeys he had across many lands
His wisdom burns bright like the fire at his feet, theres an unspoken understanding when his and your eyes meet
You might see him as a hawk or perhaps even a lizard, either way dont cross his path because hes still the native wizard
Gathering his people under the light of the moon, handing out natural aids like selective herbs and mushrooms
A man of few words and never ending messages , forever itll be a mystery of what his essence is
He could be half a god like one of titans, because I ve seen him tame the thunder and ride the longest lighting
Every cosmic proportion head and shoulders above the rest, sacred symbols on a necklace fall across his mighty breast
Feeling the lush environment of his desert home, at night it comes alive and you d think he d be alone
There are some that say that he arose from these sonoran sands
A powerful existence in such a humble man
His yaqui people speak about how he defeated evil cast a mysterious stare and the demons turned feeble
>From the very grains of the soil where my fathers sleep, where the shade is a balance and the cactus flowers weep
An ancient figure who has seen unaccountable suns makes his home in the valley where the river once run
All conditions aside the man will rest his head, there are those that say its been years since the man has been dead
You must understand hes made of all which you cant see, not contaminated by all the madness like you or me
A perfect example of one day what I would like to be, because life is nothing but a lock and learning is the key
It was the medicine man who set me free, set me free !!!xxxxxx
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CONFUSION IS HER NAME..
Confusion shares her friendly gestures in times of love and war
Never asking nor commanding, her every word a silent roar
Interferes with my relationships and people close to me
But the language that she speaks is as confusing as can be
She fails to take advice and unwelcomed is her presence
A disoriented state is the basis of her essence
Leaving hollow feelings like the shells of emptied clips
But unexpected is her strike with a kiss from poisonous lips
She slipped into my supper and bled into my wine
One way or another she ll find her way into this rhyme
So word to the weary and as she glides through the night
Confusion is her name, never wrong or right...
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ON THE OTHER SIDE
On the other side where the jolliest of men push shopping carts
a whole life selectively gathered where most people just carry produce.
On the other side I grazed a drug dealer as he rode by me on his bicycle
and my attention is stolen by the beautiful women and those oh, so enticing curves
On the other side vehicles dont stop moving and neither do their drivers hustling
to make the daily bread.
On the other side pigeons and dogs fight for the same morsels as a child begs
me for a dime so that his little brother can reach in my pocket.
Deprived of nothing for the harmony comes on strong
Stronger than the next mans addiction or the wants of the american
public who come here to feed their vices........Roaches, cats, rats,and lices................
Hookers, beer, drugs, and dices, my advice is when crossing the border is to leave
all unconsciousness behind and live like a king for a quarter
If the smell of piss doesnt wake you than the wailing sirens will
A slap in the face from reality because shes all about the thrills
Three tacos, all-u-can-drink, and some pharmacy pills
On your whole trip to T.J your sin jug is filled
For its natives know exactly whats going on, you can see it you can smell it,
and you can hear it in their songs
Take in a deep breathe of pollution and admire the surrounding hillsides
With it comes a fresh breathe of freedom found only on the other side...
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ON A GLOOMY DAY
Strange occurrences, possibly some chemical imbalance
but its more like a foreign depressed state, where nothing really matters
or ever is great and always pulsates at an irregular rate, lightly tapping on the
window of my own fate. Why am i caught up between love and hate, I see nothing
but gray area while black and white segregate.
No taste due to numb tongue and short of breathe due to lack of strong lungs,
a sickly soul buried deep within an otherwise decent physique. Tiny pebbles shatter
the glass protection of my receding mystique.
So now I feel vulnerable for what ever its worth, lets end this now I'm ready for a shot at rebirth...
I just can't take this
I can't clench my fist
my veins snapped and lost all control of my wrist, all I heard was a kiss but Im sure it was directed elsewhere,
I laid down to die and no one else cared...