Indigenous poetry infused with art. To create, then destroy, then to create again something new.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
The Puppeteer
you know puppets have no brains.
their dedication are strings,
eyes are cameras,
and their bodies, a costume.
the puppeteer is a thief and a liar.
your heart is not where it should be.
babies watching as you are consumed with hate.
I see you.
I Liked It
western sun
meets
eastern ethics
blackened
by a
different cold
and a
different heartless
fashioned myself
in leather
metal rings
sensitive nipples
and you pulled
with your teeth
and I thought
I would bleed
your love meant
nothing to me
gave me pain
as you choke
so that I
could not breath
saw me staring
in your eyes
as you choked me
and I could not breath
saw me staring
in your eyes
as you fucked me
and I could not breath...
William Ortiz
You Be Like The Devil
Ha!
(pause)
(grin at the audience)
devil grin
see you in sin
laughing at dem
all dem that don't make sense
Ha!
(pause)
(freeze and stare away to no where)
angel wings
shifting the four corners
dusting the filth away
all them that make sense
they stay
all them you laugh
don't make sense
staph infection
all over
screaming
black heart
you got there.
Love me, No?
I don't make sense
you talk
about you
to other people.
Don't you know?
Broken Like A Record
broken like a record
broken
broke
Palpitating
ba boom
ba
ba boom
feel you ki- kiss
kissing my neck
touch
touch
touching me
and I fall down
downward
away
away from this pain
heaven forsaken
hell acceptance
cracked like a broken vintage lamp
beads and
no light
no sun
no gun
scratch
scratch
scratch
you burn like an open wound
within my heart
I sway to the sound
piano play
rapid and deep
faster and faster
bring the camera
and watch me crazily
wet wide eyed
mascara for blood
oozing from the base of my eyes
You did this to me.
death is your love for me.
death
death
death
you
you did
you did this to me.
William Ortiz
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Come Home Prayer
Skyscraper high projects
steppin out from concretes
like spirit trees
glass falling, all these people runnin
bricks falling, people falling
flying like squirrels in mid air
I can't help but to stare
waive my guns in the air
shoot them down like Nintendo's duck hunt
pehew pehew
see my prayer B B gun
shot you son
baby, I got you son
falling straight down from the clouds
you into my arms.
dilapidated, no shit!
constipated mouth
standing here stout
here you are all pout ited...
I am here all relaxed ited
I am here all relieved ited..
I got no pain
now that my baby boy
is home was diggin through my fridge
sittin on the couch
can you dig?
He was diggin in my fridge
can you dig?
He said with ham and cheese samwich in hand..
"Miss you pops."
Friday, December 7, 2012
Itch Itch Bite Bite
Desert crack dry skin
parchin, scratchin
itch itch bite bite
I can't tell you how
to let go live lite
can't force you to love me
Sorry,
the barer of bad news
run your life
mind control
yes she stole
your under mind control
gossip
gossip
sippin on soup
dippin on a coupe de tat
and now you have no control
What could be a lover
now a hater
What could be a friend
now an enemy
All them lies gone to ya' head.
Desert crack dry skin
parchin, scratchin
itch itch bite bite
itchin, itchin, bit'in, bit'in
now you say "Help Me God! My mind now gone!"
You did this to yourself.
What arrows come my way
goes back to you.
But My God loves me...
I know He loves you too.
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