Nearing the end of the beginning

Heavenwatcher

Supine, pinned down by
The magnet of this tiny,
Huge round world

Around them
Desert horizon
Obsidian tipped with flame

Then deep, quiet
Blue -
Fathomless ocean night

Then sky-black space
Sparkled with
Star-grains

Time-wind blown
Scattered like grains of sand
Fixed into maps of

Stillness and change
A perfect geometry
Wheels of pure power

Traced on the night- black
Darkness of receptive minds
Pinned to the desert floor

By hungry earthforce
Drawing her own
Back to her self

Subject to work and weakness
Pain, pleasure and cessation
Within this tiny tactile home

Philosiphy

How interesting I find it. This whole idea of “life” to naive eyes. Impression. Oppression. Depression. Expression. This world that revolves for eternity and its complete internment of repression, oppression.
What is it?
What are we?
Who defines “we” anyway? The simplest, most idiosyncratic opinion of "we" is characterized into a straightforward word of “culture”. No. This is incorrect. When one is asked to define “culture” common images of religion, food, and dancing come to mind….No. This is incorrect. When was the simplistic term of “culture” suddenly thrown into a vicious whirlpool of doubt? Absence of knowledge within the common boundaries of intelligence is astounding to me. It leaves me awe-struck that with one simple word, the confines of morality and humanity can be so conforming that they nod their heads in agreement without question. Without challenge. Without argumentation. Where in the book of life does it say that he who listens must obey? For that matter, where is there a book of life anyway? The aforementioned “book” if you will is defined by a sadistic society who is lead by the upper class, Anglo, man of high society.
I say no.
No to conformity
No to belief
No to comfort
Step out of the “book of life” realm.

It’s the only way society has been able to advance in history. It’s the only way society will be able to advance in the future. It’s the only way.

I am Determined

I'm determined to be somebody someday,
No matter what obstacles get in my way,
For this is something I attend to achieve,
Through hard work as I continue to believe,

The mountain may seem way to steep, But I`ll not sit at the foot and weep,
I'm going to the top,yes all the way,
Because you see, I`m determined to be somebody someday,

The good ole black book that governs my soul,
Shows me how to live and set my goals,
It will carry me through,show me the way,
That's how I know I`ll be somebody some day,

You must be willing to pay the price,
Be able to shelter the trials of life,
From my work I`ll not only get my pay,
But the satisfaction of being somebody someday,

From a slave cabin to the hall of fame,
We shall remember Booker T. Washington's name,
This great American excelled all the way,
Because he was determined to be somebody someday,

No matter what people may say,
No matter what may get in my way,
I'm going to the top yes all the way,
Because you see I'm determined to be somebody some day!

Movie Star Addiction

Yeah, you're pretty fly
You made my curiosity spark
The sight of you made my head turn in curio
I'm a suicide blonde prone to an addictive harmony

When we kissed, every chill i posessed
Trembled, quivered, shivered, shuddered
Your hands moved across my body
Your lips embraced my weakness

You told me of my remarkability
and i believed you, yeah you were pretty jive
Then tomorrow you were vacant, like
Someone playing a piano without teeth: empty

The melodies reverberated of an alleyway
Where once lived a movie star
The kind that lit her cigarette with prestige
And lived in the brick, black night

A movie star that moved on from the drowned piano brick black
To an iridescant saxophone neighborhood
Suffocating with lights and lights and notes and busy-ness and lights
i was your alleyway, i was your home

Ain't nothing around here for you worth coming back for
i thought, sittin on my hollowed piano
Ain't nothin in me that the 3-story house with that tree swing
ain't got; besides maybe my piano, my bricks, and my dark.

Days melted to centuries
And baby, your photo faded
People moved in upstairs, downstairs, next door
My piano had a new set of ivory teeth

When my new cad black phone rang with your call
I picked it up, pressed my ear close to your voice
You stood at my brick door with those bags
I opened my door to you, God i wish i hadn't

You played my piano, admired the new keys
Persuaded me of your enticement
PLaced a black fedora on my forehead
And, for the first time, i felt like you were home again

Like the movie star that took her bags from the trunk
clunked them on the brink patio
and with that carefully-rolled cigarette steaming in her fingertips
Opened her arms to her home

We sat next to each other like it was when we were content
but then i sensed your hesitation...it was all too well-known
even in the dark i could feel your eyes move past mine
And then i heard your voice on the line with her

And the next day the bags were gone from my patio
my piano's keys were laid splintered in its mouth
Your cigarette still burned on the floor
and your scent remained on the hollow of my pillow

Bottom line baby: you're my movie star addiction
the immediate pleasure only results in long-lasting pain
so hey, why the hell not, let's live in the moment
let's take another hit

~Janina Yates

The story I should Write

old mr. webster could never define what's being said between your heart and mine.
and when the answer that you want
is in the question that you state
come what may
come what may
I have the hardest time resisting you.
i dont mind you comin here and wastin all my mind.
cause when you're standin oh so near i kinda lose my mind,
yeah... i guess you're just what i needed
i don't want the world to see me
'cause i don't think that they'd understand;

but if i wanted silence, i would whisper
if i wanted loneliness, i'd choose to go
and if i liked rejection, i'd audition
and if i didn't love you, you would know

i find the map and draw a straight line over rivers, farms, and state lines.
the distance from A to where you'd B, it's only finger lengths that i see.
i touch the place where i'd find your face.
my fingers increases of distant dark places.
i hang my coat up in the first bar, there is no peace that i've found so far.
the laughter penetrates my silence as drunken men find flaws in science.
their words mostly noises ghosts with just voices,
your words in my memory are like music to me.
and miles from where you are, i lay down on the cold ground and i,
i pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms

turned my whole world upside down
save me, i am swallowed by the guilt of this.
you're gone, sleeping in the dust. we will not let time erase us.

Em Portugues

Entao, pra esto, eu vou escrever em vez de falar.
Tudo esto seja muito mas dificil que eu querei.
Tudo ema guerra que nadie quer mirar.
E de mal maneira e o governo nao quer notar.
Estou tan brava com o pais que nao gosto de falar com meus companeiros.
Nao gosto de falar com meus pais
Com meus amigos
Com tudo a gente que eu queria confiar
nao quero
nao posso
e impossivel.
A unica pessoa que posso falar e confiar
E meu mente.
E solamente meu mente.
Com tudos os trupos morriendo e tudos as vidas terminando
A unica pessoa que posso confiar
E
Eu.