Voyage, trek, path

Hey I say that I love,
but when I see a bum,
I just shrug
Well today that bubble’s gonna burst
Not dismiss anything for whatever its worth
I wanna build dreams, not shovel it in dirt
You ask what’s the threshold to be special?
To be honest, grasp your fear and just let go
I’ll show you to be the captain of your vessel
Let’s take on these oceans of emotions
Your belief and faith are so potent
Make all the obstacles crumble
You might stumble, but regain balance
What’s life without a challenge?
Grab the opportune with your talons,
You got talent, soar like an eagle
But don’t for your majestic people
Experience misery and malice
But I yearn for the palace
Up in the heavens, seventh
Layer, don’t wait another second
This voyage requires you to take one step in
And then let’s get going and never stop
Any of these excess can go and rot
Because I already got what I need
My wants don’t allow me to succeed
In the worst of storms, just be easy
Keep on moving, just believe me
I will never mislead, or leave you stranded
My savior even less, now just imagine
Put up the sails, let love prevail
This ship might have sunk, but never will sink again
Me? Drowning? You better think again
Before the end, allow me to begin
I had that binge of sin, but I came to win
Let the ink of my pen, sink in the your skin
Into your blood vessels, into the heart
It truth you need to transcend far, to be special
Lay my path, this road pebble for pebble
To get to the finish line, you have to start
As time diminishes with every minute,
This is for your benefit, so just listen
Your life is art, be Picasso on the canvas
Advancements for the people as a whole
Share what you know, be free, start dancin’
Freely roam because you have the answer
And best believe it is not banter
You got a question, I got a suggestion
Cross that threshold to be special
I do it for the best folks
Friends, kin, neighbor or whoever I meet
T-r-u-t-h will set you free
King of Nazareth is all you need
This the people’s speech
For the people I speak
That’s who I listen too
They got stories deploring
What the evils do
Oppression is real, I’m ready
To battle, against the heavy
Machinery, but the people is needing me
Here I go
Against the current, against the flow
I got the courage to take a stance
For my fellows, I just dance
My enemy is confused
I got that liberty that is muse
To you because you ain’t got truth
Drop your weapons, I’ll share with you
Let’s take our steps and start our trek
You to the right, to the left, both are next
To settle is for less, to be special is our test
And we are capable to pass, to begin our path
So don’t let this moment past, make it last

What is true to me, Marlon

You have been on my mind
I’m going to tell you, it’s about time
For you I sing, write, and create poems
I love you, be my Alley I will be your Noah
What you call just a notebook
I call it my storybook
Read it once and it’ll provide another look
Read it over again, feel my feet on the path I took
What is criticism when there is critical livin’?
This is my emission of my precision
I reject the simplistic vision
Cuz I feed the need of the givin’ mission
What intertwines us might be the blindness
But I see the light within the prism
So I was able to let loose
I’m outside the box with proof of the livin’ truth
Containment of my thinkin’ is a sanction
Not given by my permission
I’m free, and you’re free to interpret
All of my wordage
However you read it or heard it
It is urgent for my resurgence as a person
The precursor to my disturbance
Alter that current into my own insurance
For my happiness under my burden
I wanted to make into hip hop
But I will live as a poet
It’ll be my craft, I’ll love it and be devoted
Note the similar sounds connect
If you don’t know what I mean, I suggest switching your focus
If you see you can’t grasp my abstract, at least that you noticed
To be infinitely intricate like the internet
The intent of mental incubus
Drawn out from below proves to be inconclusive
Of this daunting task conquering me
No destroying of confidence, see
Cuz there is something in me, not intuitive
I solemnly promise, I will always be honest
And give more of this love and calmness
Reflect on consciousness of conscience
Listen to my vowels and consonants
Flow and swim thru the consonance
Its resonance, my meaning reconnaissance
The reconciliation with my old and renaissance
A new, forever surplus into my reservoir
I won’t but you might stop producing like menopause
Halt, whom precedes tomorrow seeds
Help lay the path to let them succeed
So what I do now supersedes
My wants with their needs
Before I go on further
With this combination of absurd words
Call me a researcher
Ready to react, I’m proactive
I light a fire with no matches
Can’t be passive with the masses
And the anguish they inhabit
I’m the director, and before I say action
I’m going to change the roles
No need to practice
Just be your potential and behold
I’m just a kid who lost his innocence
Ever since I have been belligerent
And all of its synonyms
I want to be autonomous, to be honest
But the problem is my intent
Has its antonyms, I’m a man with sins
I know what a paradox is
It’s like me telling thee
Stay drug fee and I smoking weed
Please hear my soliloquy
As I expose the woes of my soul
I suppose you know how that goes
How about the adrenaline rush and impulse?
When love breaks your heart with insults
And worse than the salt on the wounds
Is the fact your frailty got harpooned
Erroneous to say my serotonin balance
Makes to understand this as a challenge
Wait, the boom, explosion of the loose cannon
Target disparity and will stomp on it like wooly mammoth
Unifies the present, future, and past
Don’t get what I mean?
The emblem and tenses have meanings deemed
On this hour I give a path to feel empowered
That sense of strength
To pulverize the pretense
That says our problems have amends
I see Marlon
Mar-velous, on the mar-kets
Mar-tyrs while mar-chin’
Seems like my desire stays still and is pervasive
While my thoughts eradicate and scatter
God bless me with the virtue of patience
And then I will be the batter and catcher
When life throws its pitch
I will be ready to deal with whatever it is
Man’s antecedent may be his trouble
But there isn’t progression without struggle
Courtesy of Mr. Douglass
What I do is bring genuine in contrast to rubbish
My goal is only to be an inspiration to you
If I’m not that influence, than I drop the pen
And be forever thru
The deflation, the dent
Deterioration of my dream
But in the very end
I will forever be with the King
When I close my eye lids
Is when I can truly live

Of one man

My words are my culprit
My words are my sanctum
My words are my fortress
These problems, I can change them
With my thinking
My confidence suffers no shrinkage
I know I am no linguist
But my blood fuels my ink pens
All I try to be is candid
All I am is a man
With endless possibilities
And chose the road less traveled
Who is willing to accompany me?
Besides having my shadow
I have my faith, that’s my acknowledgement
My soul belongs to the King of the heavens
I carry this distinctiveness
With passions so primitive
Forever depicted with images
But light is honesty, isn’t it
The depths and the widths
Of Life, centered on ifs
From the figment of Utopias, picturesque
To the symptoms of settlement
Comfort is going for less
Be unique with an understanding
Of the need of development
For you to create a bridge
A network for the betterment
Of the inhabitants of the globe
What is to quote if it never spoke to the soul?
Never annul a dream for a reality
To not pursue can be man’s greatest fallacy
We all have a gift
But at times no engine, no drive
Remember, it’s only once we live
So don’t be stagnant with your life
There is a plan, we all got a purpose
I search for mine vividly on the inside
Never on surface
I give with no reward, no prize
Receive the silence
Maybe culminates to the calamities of my cries
I will never be alone
I keep on going
Going
Going
No matter how vulnerable
I can be
That is why my cornerstone
Is my beliefs
I grin truthfully even in sorrows
Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow
Truth be told
Regardless of views you hold
Love is beautiful
I think therefore I am
These are the emotions of one man

Untitled--

Back to the regular
For whatever that means
No need for binoculars
To see the unseen
Cat’s out of the bag
And it’s a damn tiger
I wanted the truth so bad
Now it’s nothing to admire
Prior to the fire that makes times dire
I had a childhood, I had innocence
Now with some type of perspective
Nothing seems to make sense
I guess all I got to do now is live
But I ask myself how
Cuz I got so many doubts
Like when a child is born
It can be addict or a whore
Or a cold killer or a thief
A billionaire or someone to teach
Whatever their curriculum is
It’s kind of odd my point of view is this
Who can offer their gift for a lift
Of spirit or anyone’s dreams?
To make one believe in doing anything
It’s more than a responsibility
It more of the will in me
We might have creative differences
But either way we must create
A way to make a difference
This is the choice that would make
The world a better place
Love is all we need
Look for its source and believe

As time slips

I’m reaching the final hour
I need help, Imma yell louder
I gotta fight, can’t be no coward
Time is slipping to the outer…
Realms
Only time will tell
If I can’t save others but myself
I will always put up that “L”
With the “A”, together with the C.A.
You only live once, there is no replay
But I simply can’t sit and wait to see
I will charge into time and faithfully
Believe that the grandfather clock
Will stop the tic and the tock
My heart beats to the hip and the hop
My blood is cleansed of the sin by the cross
But time seems to evade me
I have to struggle daily
Because what eludes me isn’t the illusion
Of becoming materialism’s new king
As a listen to the wind
Life isn’t what you envision
It’s doing something the fills in
The hole where something is missing
Once your destiny you’re fulfilling
You become whole
But time is slipping
It’s leaving my grasp
My breathing is gasp
My season has passed
No meaning to last
Unless I press for progression
Perfection of the conditions
Of the living in this system
We call life
Where pain paints the picturesque
And the rivers flow crimson
Poor, peasant, peon, proletariat
Chasing time chastises the choice of a chariot
To take me away
But I have to stay
To find my way
To win this game I play
Called Life
Slipping is the time
What is being in one’s prime?
When by being socially even is odd?
It adds up strife, and subtracts God
As I hear the souls sing
I get into the boxing ring
Lace up, and with time I box
Jab, hook, uppercut
I’m shook and in shock
Can it finally be when I’m going down?
Find the inner strength to go another round
After 12, the chime of the bell
Grandfather comes out and tells
All eyes in the middle
I’m exhausted, to the point where I might shrivel
But the might inside gives me the energy little
To see him give me the answer to my riddle
He looks onto the score card
The winner is…
suddenly everything goes dark

In the midst silence
The world erupts into violence
Time devises a plan
that defies the man
And his will for what’s righteous

Will time end up destroying me?
Quite possibly
How do I stop this monstrosity?
That is constantly haunting me
Step up, fight, and think positively

As time slips, and my ink drips
My instinct might be take some sips
And say “FUCK THIS SHIT”
But what I gotta do is just forgive
This is life, don’t be surprise what life gives
Especially as time slips

Unititled

Is that what you think I’ll ever be?
A statistic, A fiend, A criminal
So how do you deal with me?
Try to keep me at the bottom?
I will be the greatest you’ll ever see
Because I am fiery individual
Soon I will have the people with me
And they will never be forgotten

I will write for freedom
Those enslaved, yeah I see them
Those treated like a bleedin’ fetus,
People cease them, beat them, and leave them
I’m here to pick up the bits and pieces
I despise how they treat them
Like they ain’t got life
But they’re breathin’
Their lives do have meanin’
I am here to free them
To remind them there is a divine reason
To show that people can be decent
That there are angels, not just demons
I ain’t leavin’ till I am no longer needed
Not until the enemy is defeated

Is that what you think I’ll ever be?
Nothing but a waste of space?
So how do you deal with me?
Try to keep me at the bottom?
I will be the greatest you’ll ever see
Truthful, unlike your masquerade
Soon I will have the people with me
And they will never be forgotten

I’m letting you know I heard the call
If I do nothing, I don’t fulfill my purpose at all
Can’t stay silent, or live life with a pause
The sirens, violence, viruses are not the cause
But effect, because of the absence of love
Call me revolutionary, the vanguard
The insurrection
I haven’t gotten out of touch
Bring in light in the presence of dark
This is more than help, more than protection
It is more than leading the way
It is answering your questions
With the patterns of yesterday
And today comes change
So tomorrow will never be the same

Is that what you think I’ll ever be?
Someone who dreams to big, and fails?
So how do you deal with me?
Try to keep me at the bottom?
I will be the greatest you’ll ever see
In the end I will stand tall, and prevail
With continents of people with me
Screaming Victory, that is our callin’

Revolutionary can't exist without love

I don't think anyone really understands or know who I am. All I think of is helping my people. That is all what I want to do. There is nothing else. If I can't do that then there is no reason for my existence. But I do exist. I will do it. The last month I feel it even more. As I talked to my dad about my people. He reminded me that kids live in the dumps in Guatemala. My reaction was to some shed tears. It was pain. At the park where I work, a mom was telling me her hardships and I just see her love for her 5 children. That it is was drives her. She would tell how the kids love to eat ribs, but she has not bought any lately. This hurts me. This past weekend I went to two events on campus and have affected me greatly. The first was a professor from Mexico who talked about the peaceful insurrection of the Zapatistas in Chiapas. The few points I took from his discourse was power is a virus and infection. Capital is a virus and infection. I walked out of there not wanting to be healthy, I don't want to be infected by such poison. I agreed so much in his positions and mentioned about actions being verbs and not nouns. I had adopted that thinking after hearing a song by my countryman Ricardo Arjona. He also brought up an idea that if you want change, you don't wait till tomorrow, you change today. He said that the insurrection is not only in Chiapas but in anyone. What I took to heart the most was that to be a revolutionary, it is vital create a revolutionary program to be part of the vanguard. There was no doubt in my mind that I want to be part of the vanguard. The following day I went to a presentation of poems and songs in Latin America geared to revolutionary values with Che Guevara as the focal point. I felt at home. I felt that I was part of the music. I remember one song where they mentioned Martin Luther King Jr. As I read the lyrics, heard the music, I thought that my two inspirations were set together, Martin and Che. Two total opposites but nonetheless inspiring to me. I thought I was the only one who could appreciate both with roots in Latin America and flourished in the US. When I heard that and saw Martin's picture, I cried. I could not help it. As I could not help it when I thought of the kids in Guatemala. I have come to a point where I desperately want to help my people. I know what is I meant to do. Every time I heard the music, heard about my people suffering, I feel a chill in my spine as I feel when I feel a connection with God. I am moved and know that I am destined to help my people. If a person who does not have faith in God, might doubt him but I simply cannot. He is love. He always appeared to the ones who were suffering, the poor. He helped people in need. Everything I want to do. I want to be a revolutionary. What it is important is to know that revolution cannot be spelled or be done without love. To me, I believe God is love. So I cannot be a revolutionary without Him. I will be a revolutionary. I want to be it now. Not tomorrow. Revolutionary is not a noun but a verb. My dad gave me the idea to bring food, clothes and other things to the workers in the field. I don't need to travel all of Latin America to see the poverty but look around me. I will travel the world to help my people. I dream too big and like I told my dad, I don't shoot for the stars to hit the clouds, I shoot for the stars to hit them. I have my people in mind, my Latinidad, and I start to be a revolutionary today.


P.S. When I have my daughter, I have a feeling my first child will be a daughter, I will sing to song to her always: Agua, Tierra, Fuego y Viento with the voice of her father. The chorus is :

Cuando yo te abrazo no te abrazo solo,
te abraza conmigo una eternidad,
te abrazan los valles, las montañas y los vientos,
las flores del campo y el olor del pan.

Cuando yo te beso, no te beso solo,
azúcar te traigo del cañaveral.
Soy como la tierra para darte fruto,
soy de miel morena para amarte más