tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241735276528276502024-03-14T07:01:54.427-07:00To grow is to live.Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-48002987801465383162013-01-25T12:56:00.001-08:002013-01-25T12:56:44.007-08:00So when I stummble off this path, I know my heart will guide me back<p dir=ltr><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Np21rH7Ldto&feature=youtube_gdata_player">Watch "Erykah Badu - Didn't Cha Know" on YouTube</a><br>
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Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-85109143144605800022012-12-16T20:40:00.001-08:002013-01-08T22:54:16.688-08:00Summer Rain<p dir=ltr>Rain, Rain<br>
Wash it all away<br>
Take the pain<br>
From where it stems<br>
And never let it come<br>
Back to me again. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Rain, Rain<br>
I pray to you today<br>
As you pour from the sky<br>
I pray that you help me <br>
Water those seeds that were meant to grow<br>
I pray that you may<br>
Bless those that have already sprouted<br>
I pray that for those whom have seen their last Sun <br>
That you may allow them to sink back into the Earth <br>
To refertilize the soil where we grow </p>
<p dir=ltr>Rain, Rain <br>
Only you may know</p>
<p dir=ltr>Rain, Rain<br>
Assist and guide us</p>
<p dir=ltr>Rain, Rain<br>
Thank you for visiting us on this summer day. </p>
Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-88189965315540626072012-12-11T23:09:00.001-08:002012-12-11T23:09:39.778-08:00Slave Song<p dir=ltr>I <b>see</b> them gathered, see them on the shore<br>
I turned to look once more<br>
And he who knows me not<br>
Takes me to the belly of <b>darkness</b><br>
The tears run swift and hard<br>
And when they fall<br>
Even, even the comfort of a stone<br>
Would be a gain</p>
<p dir=ltr>There was a time when I thought<br>
I would have to give up<br>
But I'm thankful that I'm<br>
<b>Strong</b><b> </b>as I am and I'll<br>
Try to do the best I can<br>
Tears will run swift<br>
And tears will come that fall like rain<br>
I pray that it's swift though<br>
Tears will fall as cold as pain</p>
<p dir=ltr>I <b>pray to the </b><b>Almighty</b><br>
Let me not to him do <br>
As he has unto me<br>
Teach my <b>beloved children</b><br>
Who have been enslaved<br>
To reach for the light continually</p>
<p dir=ltr>So many times I prayed<br>
So many times I've prayed for you<br>
<b>Prayed for you</b><br>
The tears run swift and hard and cold as pain<br>
Even, even the comfort of a stone would be a gain</p>
<p dir=ltr>Had I not had the strength and wisdom of a <b>warrior</b><br>
I would have to give up<br>
But I'm thankful that I'm<br>
Strong as I am and I'll<br>
Try to do the best I can<br>
Tears will run swift<br>
And tears will come that fall like rain<br>
I pray that it's swift though<br>
Tears will fall as cold as pain</p>
<p dir=ltr>I pray to the Almighty<br>
<b>Let us not do as he has unto us</b><br>
Teach my beloved children I've been a slave<br>
But reached for the light <b>continually</b></p>
<p dir=ltr><b>Wisdom</b> is the flame<br>
Wisdom is the brave warrior<br>
Who will carry us into the <b>Sun</b><br>
I pray that it's swift though<br>
Tears will come that fall like rain</p>
<p dir=ltr>So many times, so many times</p>
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I don't deserve this<br />
FOCUS<br />
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STOP, LET GO.<br />
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PRESENCE.<br />
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<br />Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-24660496861968179472012-12-04T21:55:00.000-08:002012-12-04T21:55:52.329-08:00it was just my imagination... running away with me<br />nostalgic of a past that will never manifest in the future <br /><br />a hopeful romantic that romanticizes love even in the midst of war<br /><br />insecure of my own strength but i am learning it is what has made me strong<br /><br />terca because i love costumbre and long for stability <br /><br />but dang, bad habits ARE hard to break<br /><br />and the hard life has become routine <br /><br />i blame myself because i am a risk-taker and i hate rules as much as followers <br /><br />i don't know when to give up even if it consumes the best of me<br /><br />when everyone tells me it won't work, i only try harder <br /><br />i guess i am a dreamer but why is that so wrong? <br /><br />when i didn't lose hope in you, you didn't tell me to snap out of it<br /><br />yes i have a divided mind<br /><br />my dreams contradict and my reality is not much different<br /><br />i have yet to accept that sometimes giving up is OK <br /><br />we all have our own journey and learning processes <br /><br />i can no longer get broken hearted because a mended heart never forgets <br /><br />i am a forever kinda girl because fuck it, nothing is forever<br />
<br />yet while everything changes- my commitment, loyalty, and trust remain the same<br /><br />i only wish i could realize that forever is only momentarily <br /><br />like the people that come into our lives, we too will one day go <br /><br />i am where i come from, but where i want to be is up to me Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-6088155805538364152012-09-02T17:35:00.001-07:002012-09-02T17:35:46.930-07:00confessions of a red headed colored girl. <p><object width='425' height='355'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/pa14VNsdSYM&rel=1'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/pa14VNsdSYM&rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='355'></embed></object></p>Is it really too much to ask for? <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div>Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-58275937276900888392012-08-26T18:19:00.001-07:002012-08-26T18:19:14.167-07:00at the edge<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4HxqGFWo-aU/UDrLDwMO_aI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zK7YpPQ1AfQ/2012-08-26_17-47-22_113.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4HxqGFWo-aU/UDrLDwMO_aI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zK7YpPQ1AfQ/s400/2012-08-26_17-47-22_113.jpg' /></a></p>of my own little world. <br/> <br/> where I will forever be. <br/> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div>Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-74498666557500731472012-08-24T12:51:00.001-07:002012-08-24T12:51:51.522-07:00In time, everything changes. If I healed from the separation of a seven year relationship, I know I can heal from these past seven months. Moving stronger than before, with many lessons learned and some that I had to re-learn the hard way, I know I will be okay. And you will too. <br/> <br/> I gave you all my love. You had me all. We could have had it all. I took risks. I tried the best I could. And I will always know there are two-sides to every story. <br/> <br/> I am no longer who I was yesterday. <br/> <br/> To grow is to live. And I wont let myself ever be uprooted. <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div>Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-69894415010000517972012-07-26T23:46:00.001-07:002012-07-27T12:13:43.749-07:00I DO NOT BELIEVE THE CONDITIONS THAT PRODUCED A SITUATION THAT DEMANDED A SONG LIKE THAT!<p><object width='425' height='355'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/mH5ZE3N8cxU&rel=1'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/mH5ZE3N8cxU&rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='355'></embed></object></p>But the feelings are there... all we can try to do is change ourselves and the conditions around us... so we may love one another better than before. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div>Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-47444944100899737282012-04-04T00:56:00.001-07:002012-04-04T00:56:31.174-07:00la Lucha tiene Cienfuegos en su corazon <br/> Se tropizo en un amor que nunca estubo tan lejano de su alrededor. <br/> Se le entrego completamente. <br/> El fue quien renacio inciendos en su mente. <br/> Puras locuras es lo que encontro. <br/> Ninguno supo que tanto amor trairia momentos instantes de dolor. <br/> Pero no importo tener que saberlo todo. <br/> Al fin un amor revolucionario se da sus propias revolcaderas. <br/> Cyclos que dejaria a cualquira llena de preguntas, al querrer saber lo todo, al querrer control completo. <br/> Pero nada fue escrito en concreto. <br/> Niciquiera al saber que las letras de su nombre ya las tenia escritas en su pecho. <br/> Pronto realizaron que el amor tambien es telichudo, embarazado de imperfeccion, y lleno de buena intention. <br/> Infinito, Hasta llegar a otra dimension. <br/> Al fin lo unico que importo fue que sus caminos cruzaron y empezaron ha escarbar la tierra. <br/> Se enlistesaron, armados para construir una nueva fundacion. <br/> Fuerte y peligrosa para sobrevivir qualquir temblor. <br/> Entonces, que importo que la gente no creio en un amor tan puro? <br/> Que importo que tanto rumor circulo y no pudo tener su ma~na escandalosa? <br/> Lo unico que importo fue que se enamoraron de la vida sin temor y al pesar de tantos amores fracasados sigueron luchando. <br/> Amaron para vivir. <br/> Vivieron para amar. <br/> Lo unico que importo fue reconozer que vivir es sentir, cambiar y crecer, y al fin fue una bella creacion que el universo fortalezo a la Lucha con Cienfuegos en su corazon. <br/> <br/> 3-2012<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div>Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-36001058131673939952012-03-14T15:21:00.000-07:002012-03-14T15:21:32.559-07:00Creation SystemPoetry comes to me<br />
when my mind aint at ease<br />
when i least desire to put thought to paper<br />
when i find myself tangled in emotions<br />
for the moment<br />
all i want is to be<br />
immersed in it<br />
or to use it<br />
to tap into my dreams<br />
so i sleep sometimes<br />
but i do so to awaken<br />
a paralysis that seems stagnant<br />
to transfer into another state of mind<br />
another state of being <br />
for the times that sleep is luxury <br />
i dream awaken<br />
it forces me to be creative<br />
cuz that paralysis remains in the present<br />
forcing me to address it<br />
not that dreams are an escape<br />
or that realities are stagnant<br />
but that neither is ever what we make of it<br />
because everything is always changing<br />
we just gotta recognize it<br />
embrace it<br />
and somehow find a way to live with it<br />
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<br />Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-82985847993061852732012-03-11T09:52:00.000-07:002012-03-12T08:28:17.331-07:00Dijo Su Nombrewhoo whoo, dice la Lechuza<br />
<br />
nuestro camino comenzo cuando la carretera termino<br />
<br />
Luna llena, brillante<br />
no fallaste en illuinar nuestros pasos<br />
<br />
Mujeres de varios lugares <br />
cargando los cargos de sus orijens, ancestros, y communidades<br />
Mujer hechizera, majica, eres diosa<br />
que nunca se te olvide <br />
sin temor<br />
eres poderosa<br />
eres tuya<br />
completa <br />
pero juntas<br />
somos imparables<br />
<br />
whoo whoo, dice la Luchuza<br />
<br />
aprendimos que el peor animal es el humano<br />
encabronado vino el gringo al ver la fuerza de nuestra precencia <br />
los quiso correr<br />
como sus abuelos hicieron tambien<br />
que inherieron las montañas<br />
mataron y ganaron<br />
que barbaros y bestiales<br />
victimas de su propria construcion <br />
<br />
y estamos aqui ofreciendo alabanzas<br />
para los nativos que han murido y los que siguen luchando<br />
para nosotras que cargamos cargos<br />
y que nunca fallamos en recordanos <br />
<br />
oraciones para el fuego en el centro <br />
y para el fuego profundamente adentro<br />
que a pesar de tantos siglos de genocidio<br />
nuestro alimiento, sudor, y canto<br />
sigue causando incendios<br />
<br />
whoo whoo, dice la Lechuza<br />
whoo whoo, dice la Lechuza<br />
<br />
para que aprendamos a escuchar nuestro al rededor<br />
ese lenguaje escrito en la tierra, el cuerpo de nuestra madre<br />
escrito en el cielo, donde las estrallas cosmicas saltan y bailan <br />
<br />
para hoir, sentir, y vivir lo inmaginable<br />
para que la sabiduria sea compartida<br />
para que no tengamos temor de lo desconocido <br />
<br />
como la Lechuza poderosa<br />
que fue castrada por cantar y transformar<br />
<br />
whoo whoo, nos dice <br />
<br />
escucha<br />
<br />
como la Lechuza furiosa <br />
que vuela entre vientos femeninos y masculinos<br />
<br />
como la Lechuza violenta<br />
que defiende su nombre simplemente por seguir su existencia<br />
<br />
como la Lechuza callejera<br />
que al pesar de la obscuridar sigue volando<br />
<br />
como la Lechuza salvaje<br />
que nos recuerda de acuerdos rotos<br />
<br />
nos acordamos<br />
estamos presente <br />
<br />
como la Lechuza, whoo whoo<br />
como la Lechuza, whoo whoo<br />
<br />
que ni de aqui y ni de aya<br />
vive en nosotras<br />
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whoo whooLuchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-69582398509968806232012-01-17T18:22:00.000-08:002012-01-17T18:22:39.484-08:00Amor ProfundoPertenesco en el viento<br />
escape infinito<br />
sin rumbo<br />
viajando<br />
me escapo<br />
<br />
si pudiera entrar al oceano<br />
profundo<br />
quisiera que fuera<br />
d e s p a c i o<br />
ese mar eterno<br />
comienza y termina<br />
en el mismo momento<br />
<br />
estoy volando<br />
en cielos reconocidos<br />
donde en mis sueños<br />
nadie dijo que no se pudo<br />
<br />
miles veces me despierto <br />
una vida llena de recuerdos<br />
pudiera recorer el mundo<br />
conozer lo desconocido<br />
ser espectador de todo<br />
ganarme el gran loto<br />
pero solo a realizar que lo unico<br />
que necesito<br />
es esto que tengo<br />
profundamente adentro<br />
<br />
camino soñando<br />
con brazos abiertos<br />
abrazando lo derramado<br />
como si nunca me hubiera ahogado<br />
en un amor fracacionado<br />
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sigo luchando <br />
y muchas veces me caigo<br />
pero sin llanto<br />
y muy despacio<br />
me levanto<br />
<br />
al fin es solo un amor profundo<br />
que nadie supo<br />
pero como el fuego<br />
inquieto<br />
se entrego<br />
completoLuchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-57616253252581010502012-01-15T15:23:00.000-08:002012-03-11T09:53:33.084-07:00They Resist. We Survive.we tried for so long<br />
never gave up <br />
kept up the faith <br />
till the very end<br />
now we are near the edge of our own creation<br />
a creation story ready to unfold <br />
this time through our own making<br />
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some may fear cuz they have driven us close to the edge<br />
i am free cuz i made this life my own <br />
a place, a space, a way to exist<br />
a beginning point in a lifetime of struggle<br />
not gonna give in<br />
not gonna give my strength away<br />
not gonna let it funnel to a system of death<br />
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i am who i make it<br />
it begins in the now<br />
in the way that we eat<br />
behave, sustain<br />
in the way we relate<br />
to each other <br />
to our mother of flesh and blood<br />
but also to the one that sustains us all<br />
the one made of earth, wind, water, and fire<br />
it is She the reason we are still alive<br />
for all those who have yet to recognize<br />
get it with<br />
but not for show<br />
for the seeds we have yet to see grow<br />
a clandestine movement of rebirth<br />
to recultivate the soil beneath our feet<br />
those who prepare will be the ones to survive <br />
to tell the story of how we traveled the world<br />
only to learn that we had to return <br />
to where we come from<br />
this meant we had to unlearn<br />
decolonize <br />
these eyes <br />
from the ways we was hypnotized<br />
a painful process<br />
of letting go<br />
<br />
for so many years we had to hold back<br />
we did what we had to do to survive<br />
living in the moment<br />
to feed our beybehs<br />
the best we could<br />
with all our strength<br />
we worked the land<br />
for the masters greed<br />
leaving us only the scraps eat<br />
but we did what we could<br />
with all that we were given<br />
making something outta nothing<br />
and from it gave birth to our imaginations<br />
a way to envision another realidad<br />
to put it into practice <br />
when times were hard <br />
but no mo' junk food<br />
just food for thought<br />
take it or leave it<br />
get with it or get left behind<br />
cuz we been ready <br />
yeah a lil crazy<br />
preparing with the gun<br />
to take the steps necessary<br />
to enter that space where dreams collide<br />
where rebels rise up<br />
to defend our visions <br />
and go beyond resistance<br />
<br />
the world as we know it is in the final chapter<br />
the world as we make it has only begun<br />
now i know that i may sound a lil hungry<br />
but the reality is <br />
i am a starving child<br />
not gonna die in this generation<br />
with my hands locked in chains<br />
we gotta harvest our own creations<br />
cuz the city is a tumblin' down<br />
rapidly we losing our occupations<br />
from mental enslavement<br />
no mo' state governance <br />
of our bodies, of our minds<br />
the demise of the power structure begins <br />
in the now<br />
now for those who is too scared <br />
to think without being told<br />
how to heal <br />
i dare ya to take a leap <br />
cuz you aint alone <br />
this tradition is over 500 years old<br />
<br />
for the ones that came before us<br />
this one is for you<br />
but for us too<br />
cuz we one and the same<br />
ancestral roots give life to the veins<br />
that sustain our strength<br />
as these prayer rise with the smoke<br />
from the ashes will be born <br />
another sun<br />
we reach out for its light <br />
with open arms<br />
fearless<br />
staring straight with eyes<br />
that can tap into the soul <br />
into that otha realm <br />
its inevitable<br />
the story has already been toldLuchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-31364878642779610082012-01-10T21:53:00.000-08:002012-01-10T21:53:50.956-08:00EnoughI wanna be enough<br />
that when you with me<br />
you want nobody else<br />
that you will miss me<br />
when i am away<br />
sway with the rhythms<br />
of my own motions <br />
don't gotta rock em off the boat <br />
trust that with time<br />
my emotions will only grow<br />
its coo with me<br />
if you aint there with me<br />
or if i aint there with you<br />
for me it don't even matter<br />
so long as we goin in the same directionLuchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-78499111379230079492011-05-03T17:35:00.001-07:002011-05-03T17:36:17.035-07:00Another day..<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YRD_Cz3VO4s" width="425"></iframe>Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-48812651205583124792011-03-21T22:51:00.001-07:002011-03-21T22:53:54.447-07:00soul seekingEven if time zones create distinct worlds among us <br/> <br/> We fly in different skies. <br/> sunrise, sunset. <br/> <br/> Even if our lack of feria makes us take advantage that one of our neighbors internet ain't blocked <br/> <br/> Virtual sex, its electrik. <br/> Re-energized, recharged. <br/> <br/> Even if we gotta buy the cheapest phone service to stay connected <br/> <br/> A foundation of frustrations. <br/> Buenos dias mi vida, I love you too. <br/> <br/> Cuz even if we are growing apart <br/> <br/> We remain. <br/> Soul seeking, Souljahs. <br/> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div>Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-45828913301072525942010-12-12T12:05:00.000-08:002010-12-12T12:05:57.708-08:00what am I doing here?<span style="font-size: x-small;">I ask myself that a couple of times a day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">With time I feel more disconnected with my community.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Reading about my elementary school becoming a charter school. Catching up with the lives of my sisters on facebook. Sharing those intimate moments with my boo on skype. This isn't living. It is an illusion we construct as reality. </span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">And out of all places I am in New York, Manhattan to be specific. The city that attracts a bunch of folks who want see the urban city as a resume-building opportunity. From the teach for america teachers, to the non-paid interns, to the graduate students flooded in loans, oh my... what am I doing here?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">My time is exhausted with all the reading and writing that academia requires. I pay about $250 for every lecture I attend. Fancy power points full of information that I already read in the books I already paid for. Graduate courses, when too large become lectures, when small become reading clubs, oh my what am I doing here? </span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">The metro lines are the city's veins. And the people, always in and out, are what keeps it going. I can't help to feel a sadness when everyone always looks like a zombie. Especially in this cold weather. No one wants to be out. </span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Being in the belly of the beast has taught me a thing or two about what it eats to sustain itself. I know very well what its diet consist of, what it loves to eat, how it nourishes and strengthens itself. The question is can I exist in the belly of the beast without letting it consuming me? Can I really be in the belly of the beast and kill it, without killing myself in the process? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">All these questions... oh my, what am I doing here? </span>Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-26322147317603120562010-11-29T19:40:00.000-08:002010-11-29T19:41:18.965-08:00Nothing is Forever.<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hk9-qH5fyTU?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hk9-qH5fyTU?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
"Slow Dancing In A Burning Room" <br />
<br />
It's not a silly little moment,<br />
It's not the storm before the calm.<br />
This is the deep and dying breath of<br />
This love that we've been working on.<br />
<br />
Can't seem to hold you like I want to<br />
So I can feel you in my arms.<br />
Nobody's gonna come and save you,<br />
We pulled too many false alarms.<br />
<br />
We're going down,<br />
And you can see it too.<br />
We're going down,<br />
And you know that we're doomed.<br />
My dear,<br />
We're slow dancing in a burning room.<br />
<br />
I was the one you always dreamed of,<br />
You were the one I tried to draw.<br />
How dare you say it's nothing to me?<br />
Baby, you're the only light I ever saw.<br />
<br />
I'll make the most of all the sadness,<br />
You'll be a bitch because you can.<br />
You try to hit me just to hurt me<br />
So you leave me feeling dirty<br />
Because you can't understand.<br />
<br />
We're going down,<br />
And you can see it too.<br />
We're going down,<br />
And you know that we're doomed.<br />
My dear,<br />
We're slow dancing in a burning room.<br />
<br />
Go cry about it - why don't you?<br />
Go cry about it - why don't you?<br />
Go cry about it - why don't you?<br />
<br />
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room,<br />
Burning room,<br />
Burning room,<br />
Burning room,<br />
Burning room.<br />
<br />
Don't you think we oughta know by now?<br />
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?<br />
Don't you think we oughta know by now?<br />
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?<br />
Don't you think we oughta know by now?<br />
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?<br />
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?<br />
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?<br />
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?<br />
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?<br />
</div>Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-52802415082226868062010-11-25T08:00:00.000-08:002010-11-25T08:00:23.166-08:00RejuvenacionLa vida <br />
un ciclo de movimientos ardientes<br />
Como las monarchas de mi tierra Purepecha<br />
vuelo alta entre papalotes echos de plastico<br />
mirando hacia enfrente rumbos desconocidos<br />
mirando hacia atras... ay ya no puedo recordar!<br />
ahora son puras memorias reconstruidas<br />
solo se que en este viaje, sola no estoy.<br />
<br />
Mis caminos cambiando con las temporadas<br />
refugiada me quedare en un mundo zordo<br />
mi familia creciendo con las distacias<br />
mi curso de vida infinito<br />
cada dia aceptando esa muerte natural<br />
aprendiendo ha perder<br />
aprendiendo ha derramar<br />
aprendiendo ha dejarme caer<br />
aprendiendo ha aceptar la realidad<br />
aprendiendo ha aprender, preguntar, y escuchar.<br />
<br />
Como las monarchas de mi tierra Purepecha<br />
hamos realizado que para saltar y volar es necesario transformar<br />
si juntos aprendemos ha desamprender <br />
juntos aprenderemos ha sobrevivir.Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-49437906907403757342010-11-08T19:11:00.000-08:002010-11-08T19:11:25.961-08:00Let me just tell you now, that cookie cutter ain't workin here.I feel silenced in the classroom for not being academic enough. Too straight up, not sophisticated enough.<br />
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I feel silenced in the streets for being too academic. Too de la high, not down enough.Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-75647253375599012562010-11-08T19:02:00.000-08:002010-11-08T19:02:48.031-08:00Live by ur own words.<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">No more bandage solutions from the top, at the end of the day its a system of death and destruction that will only serve the rich. Let the Republikkkans and Demokkkrats keep “fighting” for political power. These politrikkks of fear do not fundamentally change how the people suffer on a daily. No more shackles on our brains. No more fear of this repressive police state. WE NEED A TRUE COUNTER FORCE, A REVOLUTION.</span></span></h6><span style="font-size: small;"><span data-jsid="text">In this revolutionary process, that we are already in, we are gon need everyone, everywhere. Hasta los que no tienen tacos para comer! And for this reason we all need a broader analysis' of those interlocking systems of domination that perm<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">eate the lives of folks that think their actions are powerless against the system. It will be a revolution of inclusion, not exclusion. It won't be as black and white as the "inside and outside" dichotomy of struggle we so often submit to. <br />
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No need to call anyone a Tom simply cuz they are throwin putasos "in the inside". We know very well academia is a colonial tool that has historically been used to control the powerless, to make them think they are powerless. In the same way that other levels of government continue to be used for colonization rather than liberation. In spite of this, some have used those dominant social institutions to reclaim knowledge that has been brutally taken away. Therefore, we cannot completely shut our brothers and sisters fighting within the system for political reasons such as liberating the mind from over 500 years of colonization. There is, however, a problem when folks buy into it, become careerist, and they do it all for their own gain, power, and privilege. Or when folks do missionary work that perpetuates a system of domination that is more self-fulfilling than anything else and that views the common folk as powerless within their own reality. The worst is when people actually believe that everything is okay the way it is because otherwise there would be anarchy. That is colonization at its best. You see these social systems were meant to control our minds, our imaginations, and our spiritual freedom. That is why we have schooling, "criminal justice" systems, etc. Yet, we can't be using hateful language to exclude folks who are still able to imagine another world in the midst of all that violence. You are attacking the wrong... folks. This revolution won't be governed by oppression Olympics or activist battles on who is "more down". <br />
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This revolutionary process won't be like any other we've ever seen before. This empire isn't falling the same way that others have historically fallen. The politics of fear that govern our social institutions are only going to intensify with time. Rather than to live in fear that the FBI might know this form of thought, I welcome this transformative process we are in. Like every war we have ever experienced, lives have already been lost in the struggle. No more of that "peaceful" rhetoric to reform the institution of death and destruction. In the end all it does is pacify people into accepting the way "life is suppose to be". Sorry I will never starve myself for reform. That was done at its fullest effect 40 years ago with the Civil Rights Movement. People have been starving their whole lives and have resorted to creation not destruction. Creating living systems of inclusion. Every community is different and should have the right to govern they way they see fit. You see, in this war we all want to eat different kind of tacos and many of us just don't like tacos to begin with. Its the struggle of coexistence, where no one wants to be dominated and everyone wants to be able to create their own ways of living.</span></span></span>Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-47127162641218364282010-11-07T17:02:00.000-08:002010-11-07T19:56:35.711-08:00Child(in da)hood<span style="font-size: small;">Mujercita<br />
Creces en un mundo sordo <br />
Donde llantos lejanos viven ‘bajo un mismo techo<br />
Y al fin los quedamos aislados en la vida de rutina.<br />
<br />
Mujercita<br />
Vives en un mundo siego<br />
Cuando en las calles las paredes no hablaran en tu nombre<br />
Lo han visto todo y al fin los quedamos invisibles. <br />
<br />
Mujercita<br />
Trucha, que risas de innocencia terminan su baile sin aplausos<br />
Esos charcos de agua apareceran como lagrimas, de repente y temporal. <br />
En la ciudad pasos de la vida no son facil y al fin seguiras luchando. <br />
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Mujer<br />
La hora que te quitaran tu niñez ya viene llegando<br />
Y al fin siguiras adelante <br />
Esta ves con tus alas para seguir volando. </span>Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-84847371616346183592010-11-06T23:39:00.000-07:002010-11-07T17:44:42.975-08:00My love is too roller-coaster to have thrown back on my face.I just watched the film For Colored Girls. There was a scene when all the characters came together and each one said "My love is too ___ to have thrown on my face." I was inspired and must write about it soon. In the meantime, I'll fill in the blank. <br />
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All the womyn laughed while one said, "Yes, and you remember that when a man tries to walk off with all your stuff."Luchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594769490169759201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024173527652827650.post-87365530130814521122010-10-18T23:20:00.000-07:002010-11-01T22:09:01.649-07:00this was really the day before.<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">Today.<br />
I woke up feeling cold.<br />
I felt fat at times.<br />
I felt lazy.<br />
I felt uncomfortable.<br />
I ditched class.<br />
I didn't do anything in 2 of my classes.<br />
I wanted to cry.<br />
I loved the way the sun's heat touched my skin.<br />
I was disgusted by the smog coming from a car.<br />
I thought to myself, "how can people be so rude?"<br />
I was dissappointed in the fact that Bush will be our president for 4 more years.<br />
I wanted to lay down on tall grass and feel bugs crawl on me.<br />
I again thought, "so I guess tomorrow never comes."<br />
I wished I was somewhere other than were I was. <br />
I felt like dying my hair, crimson.<br />
I bite my nails without really realizing it.<br />
I wanted to get home and lay on my bed.<br />
I was happy at the thought that today I have no homework.<br />
I felt confused.<br />
I felt as if I was in a place I didn't have to be.. I didn't want to be in.<br />
I thought about how happy people look.<br />
I thought about my thoughts.<br />
I wasn't hungry, but I aet.<br />
I didn't want to look in the mirror.<br />
I felt a bit of jealousy.<br />
I hear gossip.<br />
I told someone to shut up.<br />
I felt anger in me.<br />
I thought, 'why do unimportaint things matter to people?'<br />
I felt annoyed. <br />
I wanted someone to hug me. <br />
I talked to friends.<br />
I walked alone.<br />
I hugged and kissed my cat.<br />
I reflected on the day.<br />
I looked at things outside my body.<br />
I wanted to scream from the top of my lungs and hope no one will hear me. <br />
I hoped the phone rang.<br />
I wondered what I would do on the next day.<br />
I thought about when I heard, 'this is what a feminist looks like.'<br />
I wonder what it would feel to be someone else's shoes.<br />
I thought about how I felt and gave up.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">[Reminiscing about my past as I looked through my online journals.. I found this. I still remember those days when I thought I was wiser than most my age. Posted on 11/04/2004.]</span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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