Oh Aztec watching from your
Rustic home, for my dignity
Do you have any advice?
For my poor state of being,any riches?
No wisdom for my inexperience?

Oh Aztec warrior who lays brick
For homes he will never own,
Don't you understand by right of
Superiority and sweat and blood
And tears from tyranny this should
Be your dream as well?!

Don't you see the Spaniards robbed
You once and the Europeans once again
Stole what is rightfully yours?
Don't you know you are Aztec?

Aztec, mighty spear in hand,
Or is that a shovel?
Your eyes with proud gleam in them,
Or is that a tear of despair?
What are you here for Aztec?
Why have you silenced the dreams?

Oh race of my forefathers,
Bring about the impenetrable heart,
The joy with pleasure,
The suffering with grief;
Tears of the Aztec sun!
Yours is the blood in my veins,
By that blood blank stares at the
Liquor stores,
I swear by that blood that I will
Rise once again and once more
Into the day of my life and fill
My song with a forgotten pride,
I will wonder where the Aztec
Has gone, though his dream
Remains unseen, his people
Remain in shards.

So this is it

This miserable
Pointless terrible

Meaningless
Existence

On this stupid planet!

Hahah listen to that
Sounds like some stupid
Whining petulant child

I can't get what I want
bangs fists

I want a female friend
I guess I'll never have one
And nobody cares

Sometimes I laugh
Other times I cry

The world is a
******* up place

And I'll tell you why

Because nothing is real
It's a programmed deal

What am I
Suppose to feel?

My body I do not like
That much
Not too much fun

I worked out
And went for a run

And this morning
I spurted c**

They'll send you to
An institution
And lock you away

Just put on a fake smile
And pretend
It's all okay

It's just another day
And it's all the same
All the same
All the same to me

Walking on the edge
Of eternity

It is a blessing
And a curse
To see and to see

Is this all you have to offer
Nothing more?

This miserable life
Is such a bore

I do nothing all day
And nothing all year
A world full of nothing
I find it so queer

They lied to me
About this place

I like friendly women
I have an honest face

And so I go walking alone
And I return home

To watch movies again

I am a part time worker
And in the morning a jerker

All the songs I'll never write
All the battles I won't fight
All the stories I can't tell
All the joy I'll never yell
All the pictures I won't take
All the art I can't make
All the kisses I'll never give
If I decide not to live

Above the spine of snow,
Calm ,white; and here floats
Ice crystals from a dead storm,
And there in the snow a child wins
With a snow ***** chance.

The frozen scapes- grey nostalgia-
With a peculiar memory
Recalls itself in its snowy drifts
And mania like senile tundra.

To add the sum of January
In enthusiastic forms of child play
Like a snow man in fleeces,
The memory is fused.

And far away,
Dreaming maybe of an abstract
Freeze in the heartfelt snow
A child is warmed by the memory.

To make you want to live
Riding the slipstream of your thoughts
I always have to find one more fight to give

Reason's proffered up to your knife blow
Tide lapping at my feet
As I will the World not to let
you go

Don't let fragments fall or soar
I need more
to be alive
I need more than just
to survive

But your needs
Eclipse
My own.

Again.

Holding so much inside.
Ignoring the pain that resides.
Telling myself we'll be alright,
knowing full well it's a lie.
Breaking, shattering, falling apart.
Reaching the end of that rope;
my last gleaming hope is fading.
Jaded, incomprehensive, inconsolable. Extinguished fire behind my eyes,
the last burning embers pulsing out.
Collapsed lungs suffocating me,
drowning in deprivation.
Grim stands beside me, holding my hand.
Das ende. Slutten. Fin.
lmt