A product of El Salvador’s Civil War in
Central America,which did not commence
in 1980; history lies.
Generation X survivor, some say
Generation Y—Z is for zealous people bible
bumping on the corner of Shaw and
Blackstone on any given day with signs that
read, “Jesus Saves,” saves what, who, and
where? on the other hand
“Honk if you love Jesus,” Who is Yeezus?
Kanye West? I give them the bird!
Lost dreams, runaway sleep, forgotten nights
awake dawn breaks prematurely—gay men
and women return to their closets…straight,
bi, curious, or a A-sexual loving freely, dying
young, disease infected, some are raped and
tortured.
I have seen political figures coming out of
motel rooms with prostitutes, some look like
dudes…favors for favors, tricks by tricks—
and a lady in red I have yet to meet; Moloch
will bring closer, together for a one night stand.
Kurt Cobain said it best, “Everyone is gay.”
Media controls your thoughts, television is
your tunnel vision limited to sights to see for
the sore eye, where the truth hides; I choose to
write instead. Create my own distinction
between good and evil by choosing the lesser
of two evils, undefined dogma…
I come in pieces of an artistic form not your
norm, never slept in a dorm, I take that back, I
recall one night, but that was a long time ago, so
never mind…all apologies!
Rumors of war are no longer rumors—Kuwait,
Iraq, Afghanistan, now Syria; in contention Iran
and North Korea where Dennis Rodman is a
popular iconic figure, “Nigga’ isn’t even in politics,”
best blocker in the NBA though…
Not Ballin Anymore!
I use too read the newspaper daily; however
Fresno’s Bee-hind with the latest news one day late,
and the LA Times crooked cops equals a whole
bunch of bullshit; I still read the obituaries, keeping
tab on my enemies deaths; here and there someone
I use to know passes away.
When possess I speak in holy tongues; Spanish and
English, and this H.O.W.L will not be twenty minutes
long, no offense to Allen—History Of Worldly Lies!
copyrights2013 #soulkritic
copyrights2013 #soulkritic