scars tell stories

how the ones on my right knee
say that i was a fun loving kid who skipped down a gravel hill
how my brother carried me back to my parents
how i felt proud about my scar and could tell all the kids on the playground how i got it

how the one on my right shin
shows that i love tromping through blackberry bushes
at camp with friends trying to find the biggest ones
it makes me relive the memory of being there with them

how the one on my left arm
shows that i was a stupid kid
and that i turned up the speed on that treadmill too much
and fell and got stuck with it burning my back and cutting into my arm

how the ones on my left wrist
show that i am fighting a war with myself
everyday
that i am trying to feel something besides nothing
that i want to be in control

scars tell stories
each one is a chapter in my life
that i am going to remember forever
some dark
some light
but they’re mine

written with Mohamed Nasir
please check him out he is such a talented peot*

As I was young running underneath the shower
Droplets speckling my face Ike water freckles
I ran across the watery lane in the fountain of
My youth

I ran naked wet under the sprinkler's arches
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! I shouted
Joyfully as Archimedes found truth and naked
He ran down the street of Athens
Eurica! Eurica! Eurica! He shouted

Then I heard someone call my name
And shake me up
"Get up," my mother said
"You wet your bed again," she said
I was dreaming in my wet dreams again

Isang gabi ika'y narinig
hikbi **** ni isa'y walang nakaririnig
tila luha mo'y di nila batid
bawat pag susumamo'y tainga nila'y nakapinid

bawat umaga mo'y kawalan ng pag-asa
kitilin sariling buhay lagi mo nang panata
paanong nangyari ika'y nakaalpas
sa mga mata ng mga mapanirang nilalang

sinong lumapastangan sa bata **** isip?
sinong lumason, dahilan ng iyong paghihirap?
sinong may pakana? isigaw mo at ituro!
ilantad at iluluklok sa trono ng kamatayan!

maghanda sila sapagkat araw nila'y darating na
mapapawi na rin yaring luha sa iyong mga mata
pagbabayaran ang pagka ganid sa mura **** katawan
itatarak ang kutsilyo ng kasamaan, pabalik sa lugar
na kanilang pinagmulan.

I don't feel like it anymore, I must say.
Maybe I should put up a missing person
alert for my inner kid. He must be hiding
somewhere, I hope wherever that is i'ts not
a dark place, he was always afraid of it.
Maybe that is what I've loose, I think I must
come to terms with it. It's that time
of the year already when it's to late
for everything. To say hello and goodbye,
is this real, is it not,
no turning back, no way to run,
one eye blue and the other red,
one ear open and the other closed,
one hand reaching out and the other
clenched in a fist behind my back,
one sweet word and many a bitter silence.
Hand shakes and kisses, folks.
Telescopes and microscopes,
is all about points of view.

Hand shakes and kisses, folks.
I am what I am, nothing more than
the continuation of an idea.

An old silent pond
A stone is thrown by a kid
Waves. Disturbances