Wednesday, April 28, 2004

People (living or dead) to invite to my dream dinner party
John Lennon
Thom Yorke
Arthur Rimbaud
Oscar Wilde
Lenny Bruce
Sting
William Faulkner
Amiri Baraka
Gandhi
e.e. cummings
Barbara Walters
and me

a libra party



Three things I am wearing right now
1 - chuck taylors
2 - western shirt
3 - denim jeans

Three things on my desk
1 - dragons
2 - manuscript
3 - CD's

Three things I want to do before I die
1 - Live in Puerto Rico
2 - Live in Spain
3 - live long enough to see my son graduate college

Three ways to describe my personality
1 - eccentric
2 - loud
3 - extremely silly

Three bad things about my personality
1 - extremely silly
2 - too touchy
3 - thinks he's eccentric

Three good things about my personality
1 - friendly
2 - extremely silly
3 - crack alot of jokes

Parts of my heritage
1 - The Bronx (Grand Concourse)
2 - hip hop
3 - rock and roll

Three places I want to go to
1 - Amsterdam
2 - Chile
3 - Spain

Three nicknames I had/have
1 - B
2 - Bone
3 - Boney

Three screen names I had/have
1 - bonafide1977
2 - bonafideNYC
3 - Bonafide TCK

Three people I miss
1 - John Pablo
2 - Lipo
3 - Dennis Kim

Three web sites that people may not know about
1 - http://www.greenplastic.com (for Radiohead)
2 - http://www.gibson.com (even though i am a fender man myself)
3 - http://www.tabtalk.com (for Guitar tabs, thank me later)

Three visual artists I like
1 - Schiele
2 - Dali
3 - Miro

Three books I like
1 - Residence On Earth
2 - Fight Club
3 - Siddartha

Three corporations that should be destroyed
1 - McDonalds (the way we eat)
2 - Gap (the way we dress)
3 - MTV-Viacom (the perception of our generation)

Three people (living or dead) to invite to my dream dinner party
1 - My Uncle Lipo
2 - Dennis Kim (i really love that kid)
3 - Thom Yorke (i had to invite one of my idols)

Three lines about me (haiku)

there is a moment
where i look in the mirror
and i don't see me

or

wake up morning time
hair is let out, open eyes
welcome a new day




week has been short but complicated, trying to find a home for my son and a daycare, shit is expensive in New York, Urban Outfitters didn't hire me which makes me a bit mad, hosted a show on the weekend which had Welfare Poets, Aukebulan and GAME performing, i hate hosting, i never enjoy myself but the bands were dope, can't wait for The Mona Passage to finally be complete, alot of people seem to be supportive enough, i have to see if i have the time and energy for it, decided to focus on "When The City Sleeps" and make it one manuscript and just focus it on New York and keep the other poems for another project.

The Bar 13 Slam Finals are in a few days (more like 2 weeks) and i feel weird and unprepared for it, i haven't been writing, New York has so many things to do that i feel like i'm wasting time if i stay home and type, i need to sit down and be disciplined like i have been for some time now, i need some new poems becasuse i think the old ones are mad at me, i like Luis Cartagena everytime i see him we talk about the short and secretive love affiar of Lorca and Dali, two of my favorite artists of the 20th Century, everytime i see him, so i have to get him Lorca's biography, i've been listening to alot of David Bowie "Ziggy Stardust Live" and i'm really enjoying Talking Heads, check out the new MUSE album, everyone else told you too so will I, and the new ELBOW album "Cast Of Thousands", the television is on in the background, The Timberwolves are up by 6 and thank god the Yankees won tonight, i would've cried.

Thursday, April 22, 2004

Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick,
that's driven into frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig in a cage on antibiotics.

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for a week
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back

Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel's hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice

She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back

Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
your advice

(c) Kurt Cobain

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

Get up, stand up:
stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up:
stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up:
stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up:
don't give up the fight!

Preacherman, don't tell me,
Heaven is under the earth.
I know you don't know
What life is really worth.
It's not all that glitters is gold;
'Alf the story has never been told:
So now you see the light, eh!
Stand up for your rights.
Come on!

Get up, stand up:
stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up:
don't give up the fight!
Get up, stand up:
stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up:
don't give up the fight!

Most people think,
Great God will come from the skies,
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high.
But if you know what life is worth,
You will look for yours on earth:
And now you see the light,
You stand up for your rights.
Jah!

Get up, stand up! (Jah, Jah!)
Stand up for your rights! (Oh-hoo!)
Get up, stand up! (Get up, stand up!)
Don't give up the fight! (Life is your right!)
Get up, stand up! (So we can't give up the fight!)
Stand up for your rights! (Lord, Lord!)
Get up, stand up! (Keep on struggling on!)
Don't give up the fight! (Yeah!)

We sick an' tired of-a
your ism-skism game -
Dyin' 'n' goin' to heaven
in-a Jesus' name, Lord.
We know when we understand:
Almighty God is a living man.
You can fool some people sometimes,
But you can't fool all the people all the time.
So now we see the light (What you gonna do?),
We gonna stand up for our rights! (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

So you better:
Get up, stand up! (In the morning! Git it up!)
Stand up for your rights! (Stand up for our rights!)
Get up, stand up!
Don't give up the fight! (Don't give it up, don't give it up!)
Get up, stand up! (Get up, stand up!)
Stand up for your rights! (Get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up!
Don't give up the fight! (Get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up!
Stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up!
Don't give up the fight! 

(c) Bob Marley

Sunday, April 18, 2004

I'm an alligator,
I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm the space invader,
I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut,
you're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm busting up my brains for the words

Keep your electric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love

Freak out in
a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Don't fake it baby,
lay the real thing on me
The church of man, love
Is such a holy place to be
Make me baby,
make me know you really care
Make me jump into the air

Keep your electric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Freak out,
far out,
in out

(c) David Bowie

Thursday, April 15, 2004

Hurrah i awake from yesterday
alive but the war is here to stay
so my love catherina and me
decide to take our last walk
through the noise to the sea
not to die but to be re-born
away from a life so battered and torn....
forever...
oh say can you see its really such a mess
every inch of earth is a fighting nest
giant pencil and lip-stick tube shaped things
continue to rain and cause screaming pain
and the arctic stains
from silver blue to bloody red
as our feet find the sand
and the sea is strait ahead..
strait ahead.....
well its too bad
that our friends
cant be with us today
well thats too bad
"the machine
that we built
would never save us"
thats what they say
(thats why they aint coming with us today)
and they also said
"its impossible for man
to live and breath underwater..
forever" was their main complaint
(yeah)
and they also threw this in my face:
they said
anyway
you know good well
it would be beyond the will of God
and the grace of the King
(grace of the King yeah yeah)
so my darling and I
make love in the sand
to salute the last moment
ever on dry land
our machine has done its work
played its part well
without a scratch on our bodies
and we bid it farewell

starfish and giant foams
greet us with a smile
before our heads go under
we take a last look
at the killing noise
of the out of style...
the out of style, out of style

(c) Jimi Hendrix

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna knock you right on the head
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon you're gonna be dead
What in the world you thinking of
Laughing in the face of love
What on earth you tryin' to do
It's up to you, yeah you

Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna look you right in the face
Better get yourself together darlin'
Join the human race
How in the world you gonna see
Laughin' at fools like me
Who in the hell d'you think you are
A super star
Well, right you are

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Ev'ryone come on

Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna knock you off your feet
Better recognize your brothers
Ev'ryone you meet
Why in the world are we here
Surely not to live in pain and fear
Why on earth are you there
When you're ev'rywhere
Come and get your share

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
Come on and on and on on on
Yeah yeah, alright, uh huh, ah

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
On and on and on on and on

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun

(c) John Lennon

Monday, April 12, 2004

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

(C) Bob Dylan
aloneaalloonneeaaalllooonnneeeaaaalllloooonnnneeeeaaaaalllllooooonnnnneeeeeaaaaaalllllloooooonnnnnneeeeee &
all my friends are murderers
all my lovers are dead
keep on the sunny side
when it rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain down rain: i have no umbrella, i remember one moment when we all looked glorious

bruised heart
battered head
broken hands
collapsed lung
cracked smile
crippled laughter
crumbled hope
crushed kiss
damaged love
defective expectations
demolished thoughts
disintegrated sunshine
dismembered handshake
fractured valentine
hurt lips
injured fingers
mangled moments
mutilated paper
ruptured skull
separated couplet
severed walk
shattered words
shivered sleep
split ends

Thursday, April 08, 2004

it's raining in New York
it's raining inside

the trains are slow
my eyes are low

i have books in my bag
but no one will buy them

music plays loud
and so are the colors

eat pizza
and jump on the bus

meeting today
interview today

still practically broke
but John can touch his toes

and that makes me happy
still broke though

Wednesday, April 07, 2004

So i'm teaching at a middle school (which is killing me), a high school in the Bronx (which is great) and teaching myself every single day. i've been going to some mood swings lately so i apologize to everyone.
i'm anticipating the Semi-Finals at Bar 13 next week, come through support.

these are my songs of the moment:

Bob Dylan: Not Dark Yet (Time Out Of Mind, The Essential)
Cursive: Art is Hard (The Ugly Organ)
David Bowie: White Light, WHite Heat (Ziggy Stardust Live)
Led Zeppelin: The Song Remains The Same (The Latter Days)
Jane's Addiction: Ocean Size (Nothing's Shocking)
Mars Volta: Cicatraz ESP (Televators Live EP)
Refused: Liberation Frequency (The Shape Of Punk To Come)


feeling blue
Bonafide Rojas