Poetry

Increase The Pressure-Conflict 
"Fuck´em up, Fuck´em up, Fuck´em up" 
coming out of the stereo like a machine gun 
no army, no police officer, no systematic hegemony 
can stop us if we have the audacity to live. 
  
The truest expressions 
are the purest forms 
without attachments 
forced upon us 
by others. 
                      -freedom 
  
I tried to picture myself 
out of love this morning, 
And I couldn´t! I really 
do care about you so much. 
  
Singular moments: 
a tightly held hand 
a kiss 
a warm embrace 
  
each just as powerful 
as the last, leading 
up to a crescendo 
that has meaning 
only in the now 
no petty status 
could ever describe. 
                     -Purity 
  
In the bar I write poetry in 
the waitress already knows what I want 
as I open a notebook blessed with 
the scars of life "Café Americano" 
she say in a husky Latin american accent, 
and you are in the notebook shielded 
from the crap that has no purpose 
while fragile me claws for 
fresh air to breathe. 
  
I like sounding like a bad movie. 
I will not lose my sense of wonder. 
I only care just enough; that is too much. 
  
I cannot defend myself against 
what other expect from me 
nor can I learn to stop dreaming, 
  
to love 
to share 
to grow 
to act without regard 
is the ultimate form of protest. 
                             -Independence 
  
You´ve said I am your release... 
You are mine, so let us not worry 
and just be.