I can hear your spirit calling my name
The clay of my land invoking my name
My body is broken and my soul is gone

My principe Azteca resurrect from the dead
Heal my wounds to fight again
I only have my arrow and my bow
And like a hunter I will rescue my soul

Mi principe Azteca white men have come from a foreign land
They murdered our sisters and sons –believing we have no souls

They took our land
They took our gold
They took our freedom
Destroyed our souls in the altar of our gods

My principe Azteca kiss me with your lips of immortality
And with my bow and arrow i will aim straight to their hearts
becuase oh God they deserve to die

My principe Azteca sacrifice my heart
But please don’t let them suffer anymore
Let me rescue their souls.

Solitude
I wish I could no longer feel
In the sadness of my heart
I would find no pain

Pain has been my constant companion
My best friend and lover
Pain in my heart you always remain

Pain I have you tattooed on my skin
And in my sad eyes it never stops raining
I do not want to feel the bitter taste of your nectar

And hopefully you would vanish from the emptiness of my dreams
Where there is not even a meager living echo
In my dreams where there is only darkness
you will live as my faithful companion
friend and lover

Hopefully I’ll no longer feel your dry bitter taste
on my lips
I want to forget your opaque kisses my faithful companion
I wish I could drown in the ocean of my sadness

Tell me, why you don’t want to go from this emaciated body?
Where there is not a rainbow
Where all hope is gone
How to make them understand that here they will not find a lord’s prayer

Why don’t you pluck my heart at once
and as a desperate thief steal my memories,
the beautiful jewelry, that you are killing
Tear this heart apart but don’t let me suffer any more

Your voice is like a knife blade that penetrates to the bottom of my heart

And with this solitary life
Finally I give up
My love, hope, and gentleness are gone
Pain, will you give up today?

Soledad
Ojala que pudiera ya no sentir
En la tristeza de mi corazón
Quisiera ya no encontrarte dolor

Dolor que has sido mi fiel compañero
Mi mejor amigo y amante
Dolor siempre estás en mi corazón

Dolor te tengo tatuado en mi piel
Y en mis ojos tristes nunca para de llover
Ya no quiero sentir el sabor amargo de tu miel

Y ojala te esfumaras del vacío de mis sueños
Donde no habita ni siquiera un mísero eco
En mis sueños donde solo hay tinieblas
Vives tú mi fiel compañero
Amigo y amante

Ojala que ya no te sintiera en mis labios
Tu seco sabor a amargura
Fiel compañero como borrar tus besos opacos
Ojala pudiera ahogarte en el océano de mis tristeza

Dime, ¿Por qué no te quieres marchar de este cuerpo enflaquecido?
Donde no hay un arco iris
Donde toda ilusión ha desaparecido
Y como hacerles entender que aquí no encontraran un padre nuestro

¿Por qué de una vez no me arrancas el corazón?
Y como un ladrón desesperado róbate mis memorias
Hermosas joyas que estas matando
Arráncame la vida y el alma pero ya no me dejes sufrir más

Tu voz es como el filo de un cuchillo que penetra hasta el fondo de mi corazón

Y ahora desfavorecida por la vida
Finalmente me doy por vencida
Mi amor, esperanza y sutileza
Han desaparecido
Dolor, ¿ hoy te das por vencido?

Solitude
I wish I could no longer feel
In the sadness of my heart
I would find no pain

Pain has been my constant companion
My best friend and lover
Pain in my hear you always remain

Pain I have you tattooed on my skin
And in my sad eyes it never stops raining
I do not want to feel the bitter taste of your nectar

And hopefully you would vanish from the emptiness of my dreams
Where there is not even a meager living echo
In my dreams where there is only darkness
you will live as my faithful companion
friend and lover

Hopefully I’ll no longer feel your dry bitter taste
on my lips
I want to forget your opaque kisses my faithful companion
I wish I could drown in the ocean of my sadness

Tell me, why you don’t want to go from this emaciated body?
Where there is not a rainbow
Where all hope is gone
How to make them understand that here they will not find a lord’s prayer

Why don’t you pluck my heart at once
and as a desperate thief steal my memories,
the beautiful jewelry, that you are killing
Tear this heart apart but don’t let me suffer any more

Your voice is like a knife blade that penetrates to the bottom of my heart

And with this solitary life
Finally I give up
My love, hope, and gentleness are gone
Pain, will you give up today?

Because if you study those
Decrepit maps curled up in the
corners of antique stores and
the menus of sleepy little diners
Where retired navy men gather to drink coffee
Murky as the water they worked on
For their entire uncertain lives
You would be studying
what used to be Slaughter County
Where it remains tranquilized
By narcotic gray skies
Next to islands that awkwardly
break off from the mainland
Creating channels
Where anxiety is drained
Into the population of
the suicidal indigenous

Quietly sway to
jazz for linoleum floors
that squeak an applause

There is a Japanese man
living inside me
Who walks bare foot across my soul
dazed and
mumbling to himself
In language i dont understand
He doesnt bother me
so i permit him
to sleep on my heart
spectate my dreams
and eat whatever
ego he can find
Although i can tell
he is not happy
here

I stood,  my collar tightly drawn 
as sea spray brushed my skin
and gazed towards the choppy waves and all that lay within.

Gulls circled right above my head,
they wanted from my hand 
a salty bag of fresh, cooked chips
so I dropped one on the sand.

The first gull dived towards me
followed by his friend 
and then they ALL flew at me!
I thought it was the end!

They all seemed so much bigger
as they descended down,
their screech of war was deafening!
I chose to make for town!

I turned to run away from them,
So scared, as you would be!
But now the gulls were closer still
I felt their beaks on me!

They snatched and ripped out clumps of hair and one snapped at my ear!
I thought I'd die, I really did!
My heart was full of fear!

I swung my arm and slapped a beak, 
grabbed legs and dealt some blows
and then the biggest gull of all 
was hanging off my nose!!

It looked at me with angry eyes
and squeezed my nose with hate,
I scream so loud they must have heard me at the village fete!!

I grabbed its neck to give a twist 
but before i could **** it dead,
it flipped its feathered torso up 
and landed on my head! 

It's gang had now surrounded me,
their king perched up above.
All because the greedy sods 
wanted what was in my glove!

They took a menacing step closer,
they looked like they could ****!
Their beaks were set for fighting,
their war cries now quite shrill.

I needed to get out of this, 
Or I was in real trouble!
More local gulls had heard the fight 
and numbers were almost double!

I threw the chips away from me
as far as I possibly could,
the gulls would surely follow them 
and I prayed to God they would!

My nose was ******, 
my ears were sore,
I'd lost some hair, it was on the floor!
I ran like a madman holding my head, 
howling like a baby and needing my bed. 

I hid beneath my bedroom covers,
shocked by what had occurred,
who would believe such injuries
were caused by a ****** bird?!

I'll never visit the seaside again, I've moved to the big bustling city,
those crazy gulls have left me scared, 
and the scars are not that pretty!

“You look like my son,” he says.
But he does not look at my face
He looks over my head and out the window

It is the look of a man that while drunk
He has kicked his dog in the ribs
Because he can

But now he is sober
And can’t really look at it anymore

I understand that look
And run my own fingers along my side

I wonder
If he still has the rain in is breath
And as if to answer my question
His chin quivers
He fixes his glasses

“How old is your son now?” I ask

“We’re both old men now, ” he says

I give him his change
52 cents
And two plastic bags

“Happy Birth-
“Merry Christmas I mean.”
Merry Christmas I say