I remember Angel Park. The vacant lot where we rode our bikes. Later learned to drive our cars. . I remember Sam Jonas Drive. The corner house where my Daddy gave.
Her eyes are like the ocean. Just as wonderful and deep. I got this crazy notion. To sweep her off her feet. . She smelled like fresh cut flowers. And she tastes like caramel.
I will stand tall, like an unconquered mountain. Like an integrated fountain in the South. If I fall, I'll make my country proud. I won't let this flag touch the ground.
Do you think you could learn?. Do you think you could love?. Do you think you could learn to love me?. . Do you think I can change?. Do you think you would mind?.
You wake up in the morning and you call the mirror God. With eyes deep inside that show a man in love. Self-hypnotized to your transcendency within. Idiot-proofed game you play, no matter what you lose you think you win.
I blame you for how I am. Or else I wouldn't understand. All I know is survival all is hell. Bottom of the hole through which I fell. Answer the question to end them all.
Things I've assembled. To be torn apart. It seems the essence. This lava in my heart. The same old story. Handed by a woman and a snake. Jokes about purgatory.
Los otros latinos tienen a Ricky y Carlos Santana. Pero nosotros un italiano llamado Cara Cortada. No hay raza ni orgullo no jugamos ese juegito. Tumbamos al mundo en los ochentas con el perico.
This silver platter world. Handing out its song and dance. Says subjective obsolescence. Is the right of all humans. Condemned human race dancing. To their hormonal tunes.
I told you about the work and all that it means. God came down as Jesus and fulfilled the the ultimate dream. A gift wrapped in His blood and it's ours to take.
And so Carl Sagan starts to pray. Stephen Hawking walked away. Everything led to today. The pogrom went the other way. It's the end. Bertrand Russell bowed down.
If the plane had crashed. Into the right kind of clinic. Or island government seat. Hello cynic. . If the wrong makes it right. If the black makes it white.
No mother ever loved her child like mine. And what I realize now makes for a difficult time. We try our best with good intents but it's trial and error.
Something new on the TV. Something new to get to me. Three more sitting on the fence. With inadequate defense. Three more fell in mammon's spell. Making money out of hell.
Utopian visions of a dream world. Quickly fade into dust. You finally seize the golden prize. And see it's really rust. Obstacles are overcome but followed by another test.
I could never be them. Though my blood is just as red. And we all grieve our beloved. That end up just as dead. . I can feel the anger. At the old atrocities.
I could never be them. Though my blood is just as red. And we all grieve our beloved. That end up just as dead. I can feel the anger. At the old atrocities.
And so I lashed out outside and in. Vented my anger at every whim. I kicked the dog after poisoning his food. I couldn't think of anything else to do.
We go about our business. Statistics on our side. We wear our flags. Filled with national pride. Babies in their cribs. Envy of the world. Jet plane circling above.
That night there was no solution. And even now looking from so far away. I still can see no real solution. Like we're still living on that day. For me no day defined before and after.